Marina looked at the newly appeared items on her desk and giggled at the shades. “Seriously, these are like 2009 and earlier clubbing shades that don’t even work well, who in the world would wear these?” As she was saying this, she picked them up off of her desk at looked them over. Jokingly, she put them on and looked through the shades, wanting to make a joke she would’ve made in middle school. She was immediately dumbfounded as she was sent to a rave with neon lights and actual loud music and a DJ with an animal head on. She took the she shades off and she looked around, she was back in her office, no one but her, her desk, her computer, all normal things. She put the shades back on, hesitating a little, and ended up at the rave again, quickly taking the shades back off and walking to the restrooms very quickly. She washed her face off with cold water and tried to calm herself down. Her office had somehow turned into a rave thanks to some novelty party glasses. It didn’t make sense to her, why would that happen? She decided to ignore it and continue her day at work.
The day seemed to drag on forever for Marina, everyone was in a meeting in the conference room and it was all information she knew already. She checked her calendar and saw that the meeting would take all day and run her into overtime. She slammed her head against the desk defeated, wishing she would get some sort of break or relief. And then she heard a soft clack. She looked down on the floor and saw the party shades again. She thought she had left them on her desk on her office. She picked them up and waited until nobody was around and quickly slid them on, almost praying (literally anywhere but here) before she opened her eyes to the flashing lights, loud music, and much more lovely atmosphere. She decided this time she would stay there until it was time to leave, much better than listening to regurgitated info that didn’t help her at all. As she left the shades on, she looked down at her body and saw that she was in skimpy raving clothes, crop top with no bra, hot pants with no panties, glow sticks in hands, glow bands on her arms and legs, and contacts to change her eye color. She was doing all sorts of partying and dancing, drinking from random bottles she found and just enjoying the time she spent. Time? How long was she in here for? She couldn’t tell because she didn’t have a watch or phone on her. She decided to take the shades off and see where she was in the meeting. Almost perfectly timed, the meeting concluded as she placed the shades in her pocket. The perfect escape from the boring times of her jobs.
As she made her way back to her apartment she looked herself over, she lost some of her tone, she had a slight pudge and soft sides, her thighs were noticeably thicker, her thigh gap was almost gone. Her boobs were a little bigger, easily CC (not quite D) cups, and her hair was longer. The immediate thing she noticed was how she felt. She felt tired, like she had just worked out with some loud music in her ears the whole time. She got out of her work clothes and immediately crashed on the couch, not even bothering to eat, put on any sort of pajamas, or go to her actual room. She just laid there, sleeping naked, in the evening. Her dreams went similarly to the shades world, only things were much different. Instead of an animal head DJ, he was an anthro, and so were all of the others at the rave. Marina could feel the music in the souls of her feet, and it was changing her. All she could smell was musk from all the anthros on the dance floor. She was getting wild, her ears moving higher up her head, her hands turning to paws, her chest and thighs getting furry, and a tail growing from her spine. Just before she could complete the change she woke up, pussy glistening from a wet dream. She walked to her bathroom and looked herself over, no new changes, same slightly plump, jiggly body. She figured maybe she would get a chance to fix her body during her lunch break, unconsciously putting her shades back in her pocket before leaving for work.