His eyes slowly roamed his soft fur. They ran over his rippling thighs down to his bigger feet and back up. His hands moved to his thighs. He paused. His hands. He had not realized how much of his identity his hands were to him. They were how he interacted with the world and altered his surroundings and they were replaced with clawed mitts. They did look better, though.
He hesitated, and then lightly touched his fur-covered knee. Slowly, he ran his hand up ruffling his fur. His other hand gently scratched his chest. He began to explore his altered genitals, curious of the new look. He opened up his sheath to see inside. Curious. It was almost as if he did not know what he was going to see, what he was going to find. It was in there all right. It still looked the same except bigger. He let it go as if someone just caught him taking a peek. Just what was going on?
He stood up and felt awkward. Everything looked so much shorter, so much smaller. His body didn’t set right. His posture felt wrong. He felt wrong. He tried to shift his weight, slouch, straighten out, and shift about. He tried to walk around to get into it. God this was weird. Everything was out of proportion. His legs seemed a bit shorter; his arms seemed longer; his hands and feet, so much larger. Plus everything was thicker and meatier.
He stopped and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and stretched. Reaching for the ceiling he propped up on the balls of his feet. He did it so fast and without a thought his arms rammed the ceiling. The sound and sudden impact scarred him and as a reflex he shot down in a crouch on his haunches. He hoped no one heard that. His frozen pose slowly began to relax after waiting for another noise from his surroundings. It seemed the coast was clear. When he relaxed, He realized that he finally felt comfortable.
He glanced down at himself. He sat up. Well, I guess that makes sense… He stood up. That does… feel… natural. He was now standing on the balls of his feet, his knees were bent, and his chest was thrust forward. A sigh of relief escaped from between his sharp teeth. He felt comfortable despite the fact that his head was up against the ceiling.