Much to Sam's chagrin, an errant puff of the spray hit him dead in the eye. Wincing, his hands shot to his face as the sting of the spray dominated his concentration. His eyes closed, he failed to noticed the changes coursing through his body.
It started with his clothes. Slowy, his Jeans and t shifted into a strange robe - almost Grecian in appearance. Below it, his chest slowly expanded, breasts pushing out against the billowing fabric of the robe forming prominent DDs. The rest of his body wasn't spared as his fat faded , hips pinched inward to form a toned hourglass, and and muscles toned into that of a warrior, specifically a female warrior. His cock then receded into his crotch and a moist slit took its place.
The changes then took a turn for the dramatic. A thin coating of tawny fur slowly pushed out from all his pours, creating a handsome pelt. His feet, cracked and shifted, lifting into a digitgrade. Behind, his tailbone slowly expanded, growing long, and covered with tawny fur and a dark red tuft at the end. Finally, his face shifted, ears traveling to the top of his head, hair receding into tawny fur and a feminine muzzle pushing forward.
Moments later, the pain subsided. Wincing open his eyes, he stared with shock at the lioness warrior that stood before him.
It struck him, in that moment, that Fiona regularly volunteered at the zoo's lion exhibit. The red hair was not her hair, it was from the mane of a lion.