Then Rebecca felt it. A poke in her panties.
“No. No no...NO!!!” She pushed past the boy and dashed down the alley again. The second she was alone she clapped her hands over her ass.
She felt a bulge under her dress. A bulge that was pushing in and out. Whirling around, she lifted her dress and looked in the window. There it was. Framed against her white panties was a large pulsing tent.
She sobbed and sat down definitely, pushing her rear against the ground. She could feel it. She could feel it pushing against the ground, protesting the suddenly resistance.
Grunting she tried to stay firm against the ground. But the pressure was quickly growing painful. Very painful. Tears streamed out of her eyes until finally she could take it no more. She jumped up and immediately the pressure increases. Pent up from being against the ground, it bulged out a few more times. Then....
“RIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPP! SNAP!” She felt her panties rip in the back and snap in the front. They fell to the ground under her dress. She felt something drop to hang behind her under her dress and a breeze on her rear.
Trembling, she lifted up to see her bare butt in the window under her dress. Well, not bare anymore. It was much more rounded, and covered in light tan fur fading to dark brown. If only that was the only change.
For there, hanging from above her furry butt cheeks...was a tail. It was a long brown rope and capped with a black tassel.
“I’ve got to get out of here.” She whispered in a hushed voice, terrified. “I’ve got to get another beer. ”Not noticing the slip she straightened up.
At least her dress hid her tail. She headed back out onto the streets and stopped. Boys and girls were still going wild, but most had the long furry brown ears of jackasses sticking up from their heads. Some had tails streaming from behind them as they ran from place to place. One boy even had the goofy looking head of a donkey. None of them were panicking yet!
Were they really that drunk!? She started down the street shakily, the wildness all around her. She could feel her tail rubbing against the inside of her dress. To her horror, it felt good to have a tail. It was a slight strain in her back. Not unpleasant at all. It was like the feeling you get after a good exercise.
“NO Rebecca.” She chided herself. “You can’t get caught up in the fun.”
There was so much fun around her. Boys and girls laughing and playing. Having the time of their lives.
Her tail was quivering with anticipation. Before she knew what she was doing she had stepped into a huge ornate house. She gawked up at the expensive looking room around her. Vases, furniture, stained glass windows, glass decorations. Something was wrong. She couldn’t move. It would be so nice to hear that big glass vase break.
Part of her was fighting. Part of her was a rebellious girl. That girl won here. She ran up to the vase and knocked it off. It made her whole head feel warm as her long blonde hair suddenly turned brown. It rapidly pulled into her head, shortening until it was only about a quarter of an inch thick.
There was a prickling on her scalp as the middle of the back of her head pushed up a stiff line of black hair. This hair ran up under her cap until poofing out from the front. This should have broken her out of it. But the sound of that glass breaking! She needed more!
Rebecca looked around past all the donkey eared and tailed boys and girls in here, looking for her next victim. There! A large glass lamp! She ran to it and picked it up.
“Hmmm lets get a little slower!” She giggled and started tapping it against the table it was on. With every tap the fur on the back of her head seeped around the front of her face. As it reached her mouth and eyes itturned a lighter brown color. “CRAAASH!” The wonderful sound of glass breaking and the marbles rolling out. Rebecca laughed happily and ran out of the house.