Marina stared at her new self in the mirror.
Somehow she knew the image wasn't as it used to be, but the reflection was what it was supposed to be now and that felt right. True.
Staring back at her was a majestic weretigress.
Golden green cats eyes blinked in recognition of the striped and muzzled face.
Orange, white, and black fur covered her new, more muscular body.
Her ears were furry, pointed and now closer to the top of her orange-ish head. They twitched, listening intently for any sounds, but between them and her new, more acute sense of smell, Marina knew she was alone.
But then what was behind...
She looked and saw only her new tail swishing contently from her furry buff rear, supported by thicker and more muscular, striped legs.
Not knowing why, Marina flexed the paws that used to be her hands, watching in admiration the talons and claws as they moved. Then an odd feeling overcame her as Marina caressed her now much larger breasts.
The mammaries with their hard nipples stood out proudly from the white fur of her chest.
Something told her she was much taller now than before too.
But before what she couldn't remember.
Not that it mattered. She was a weretigress, a predator to be feared and respected.
The fangs protruding from sharp teeth of her new jaws looked menacing, which brought new feelings upon her.
She was hungry.
She needed to prowl, to hunt.
To feel the wind against her furry body as she traveled.
And there was also another emptiness that needed to be addressed as well.
The need to mate.
With that she let out a low growl, warning the world that she was coming and would not be denied, as soon as she found the way out of wherever she was.