You sit down gently beside the clothes that Marisa laid out for you, sighing. Tommy looks up with a smile, rising to his hind-paws in the way that small animals sometimes do. You can't help but relax in his company, even though your clothes feel rough and uncomfortable on your body. Seeming to hear that thought, the ferret squeaks, "Take 'em off then!" He gestures to the clothes he's standing on. "These feel soft! You know when you hurt, /I/ feel it too, right?"
Of course, you don't want to do that. Take off your clothes? You're naked under there, and if you're not dressed, you'll be forced to see exactly what you really look like. See how gone your old life really is. Of course you can't deny how painful wearing just the robe is becoming; it's not like you can stop yourself from being a girl just by not looking. You stand back up, squirming out of the huge cloak and letting it fall to your bare ankles. You look down compulsively, hoping against hope that your old body will have returned. It hasn't. You're thin, with pasty pale skin splotched with freckles. You're too young to be mature, your hips still thing, though your breasts are a little bigger than flat. You move one hand down your side, feeling the strange body, getting to know what you look like. You feel your thin legs, then back up to where the come together -- and open again. You know what a mature vagina feels like, but you've never felt one like this before, or one that caused strange feelings to jolt up your body at the touch of your own fingers. What sort of feelings /are/ those? You know you should know, but... Somehow your memories of being naked with Lauren just don't make sense to you anymore. What were you /thinking/?
Deciding not to dwell on the bizarre memory of what you did with your girlfriend, you reach out and pull the panties on without thinking. The soft fabric is much kinder on your skin than the cloak was, that's for sure. The bra you leave, not quite comfortable wearing something like that yet. You lift up the semitransparent nightgown, holding it in front of you for a long time before doing anything. "It's just cloth!" Squeaks a little ferret-voice from beside you, and you stick your tongue out without realizing why. You lift the gown over your arms and let it slide down your body. It feels like smoke as it slides down your thin frame, feeling wonderful on skin, stopping just above your knees. Not that you notice at the time... because to your horror, you feel a strange sensation flowing from the cloth into your body! Anger at Marisa floods your mind, but that doesn't help you. Before you can react, the magic of the nightgown has taken effect, and you...