Once the light fades you open your eyes. Standing in front of you is a anthro squirrel girl in a skin tight white space suit, the only area not covered by the body clove was her head and tail. Her curves were on full display, she possessed a cup breasts and an hour glass body. Her legs bent back a third of the way down making her stand on the front balls of her feet. She also had human hands clad in white cloves that clutched a fishbowl helmet. Her head was very squirrel like, but also somewhat human with blond hair done up in a pony tail. You let out a gasp of surprise and watched as the squirrel girl did the same. It was then you realized that you were infront of a mirror and the squirrel girl was you.
You gulped and looked down seeing two perky breasts clad in skintight white shiny cloth. You let out a squee of delight and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You felt it. You were an anthro squirrel girl in a space suit.
“Ms. Hazel?”
Before you could do anything you heard a gruff voice behind you. Turning you saw another squirrel person. This one a rather buff male in a suit. His head had short brown hair done up by hair jell.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
It suddenly dawned on you where you were. You were in some kind of locker room with an open locker on your left. Presumably yours. Looking around you didn’t see much evidence about what was happening, however you had a good idea given your space suit.
‘Ummm, ready for what?’ You asked noticing how much higher pitch your voice was.
The squirrel man looked at you in shock.
“...Your mission.” He stated “The one you’ve trained years for?”
You tilted your head at him.
“YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE FIRST WOMAN IN SPACE!” He shouted, rubbing his temples. “By the Tree how much did you drink last night? The launch is in 30 minutes. Are you sure you can even do this?”