Rob groaned, staying up so late definitely had taken a toll on him and a killer headache split through him. Smacking his lips, an acrid taste danced over his tounge. Moving to get up, he was briefly hit with a wave of nausea, causing him to roll back into his covers and wait for the urge to vomit to die down.
As he pulled his covers down from over his face, the blinding light of morning hit his eyes, sending a shock of pain through his head, worsening the already killer headache.
"Ugh so hung over..." he moaned, the delirium of the headache and nausea that assulted him distracting from the fact that he'd never head of a hang over, let alone experienced one. Turning to his bed side table, he flicked on the light and grabbed a pair of ibuprofen that he had evidently left for himself the night before and gulped the pills down with the tall glass of water that sat next to the pills.
"When did I put those there?" He thought "Must have sleep walked or something...."
Pulling off the covers, he sat up. As he did, he notice an odd sensation from behind. Something was...touching his spine....near his feet. Rob froze.
"Huh?!" he said aloud, truly hearing for the first time that his voice was high and feminine. Turning rapidly, his eyes saw the long tawny tail that poked out from a specially designed hole in his pink pajama pants. The tail was thick, roughly the diameter of two soda cans and its length streched well behind him, all the way to the other side of the bed and beyond. The butt he saw beneath it also gave him pause. Not only was it much bigger than his, reaching adult proportions, it was oddly plump, perfectly filling out the PJs he wore.
Turning back around, eyes wide, he looked down. Two large lumps blocked much of his view as he now sported an enviable bust. Craning his neck slightly, he took in the rest. His height had definitely increased, and he now stood roughly 5'6". A light blue tank top hugged his waist, showing off a perfect hour glass figure that paired well with his new chest. His feet were much bigger, now a pair of thick digitgrade paws whos digits far and away dwarfed any of his human toes. Looking at his arms, he could see and feel the thick coat of tawny fur that covered his body and noted that his hands were similarily large and paw like, albeit built to be much more dextrous.
He had to see his face.
Standing, he rushed to a mirror and took in the cougar woman that he he had now become. A part of him seemed to know he was now 18 years old, though he didn't quite know how. While animalistic, the face that stared back at him was certainly cute and the fur paired well with the platinum blond locks that were tipped with a slight splash of blue. Had he been a bit older before the change, he'd have realized he was a bombshell.
Below the mirror sat a small vanity that wasn't there prior, and on it a nametag.
"Allie longtail, Critter Councilor" she read aloud.
He wasn't just an animal, nor a girl, nor an adult....he was a camp councilor.