You feel a strange rush of wind blow up your dress, spreading it wide for a few seconds and lifting it like a tent. Then it passes, and you look down at yourself. At first you think that perhaps you overreacted and there was nothing wrong after all. You think so, until you feel the way the back of your nightgown is forced up by your tail, and the way it moves as you twist it like any other limb. What's worse is that as you look down, you find this isn't the only change to have come upon you. Your feet look like nothing human, and you're standing on them like digigrade paws, which indeed they are. Dark fur follows them up toward your knees, changing into tan before it fades just below your thighs. A similar thing has happened with your hands you soon discover, which is altogether more frightening considering how much dexterity your fingers have lost. "I wonder, can we..." You feel strange then, like a tug as some immaterial connection grabs you by the nose and tugs you abruptly to the ground. You fall onto your hands, subconsciously arching your back and landing exactly like Tommy is no standing. With a grin, the little ferret hops down off the bed and looks at you with a smile. "David looks like me now, yay!"
As you look into the mirror, you realize he's exactly right; you stand comfortably on four paws, back arched and long body held exactly like the cross of a ferret and a little girl that you are. When you stand up again, your paws come in, held subconsciously to you chest exactly as little Tommy does when he stands up. "I..." You begin, squeaking faintly when you realize that in your reflection your face has changed too. You've got whiskers, and your ears ride high in your bright... brown... hair, twitching every now and then or turning to face a sudden noise. It's a strange thing, so strange in fact that for a moment you aren't sure what you'll do next. Then, with mixed emotions, you look down at Tommy and decide to...