There councilors. Three FEMALE councilors.
"Um...do I know you?" he asked, rubbing his hand through his mane
The first, an anthropomorphic kangaroo, replied "Its ME, Jared you idiot....this camp....its changed us into women!"
"Fuck. Jared.....that's you? You.....I..,..uh...I like the new look" Jack stammered, trying to find the appropriate response for this very strange situation.
"My new Look! Listen hear you jackass of a boyfriend, my LOOK is the last thing you should be caring about....I'm fu-cking girl, and a kangaroo. I have a pouch goddammit!"
Alarmed at the barrage from his...girlfriend...jack backed away slightly, his 18 year old qualities emerging to fill him with a certain uncertainty about the woman before him.
"S-Sorry Jerri, I don't know what to say..." He stammered.
"Typical!" replied Jared, now Jerri, with a snear "That's what I get for dating some punk donk straight out of high school!"
"I said I was sHAWWWWorry"
Jack's eyes widened as he cupped his hands over his muzzle, shocked at the unintended bray.
He had to admit, through his new eyes, Jerri WAS good looking. A far cry from his jockish self, Jerri was a roo with attitude. He hair was jet black and dark eye liner outlined her piercing green eyes. While the councilors couldn't wear piercings at work, he could tell she had plenty by the small holes in her ears and lips. A slight twitch shuddered through his cock as he admired her figure. Even in the prudish camp uniformed, he could see the perfect hour glass and the outline of her DD breasts. Defying the dress code, she'd tied her undershirt up, exposing her waist and the thick ridge of her pouch. A shudder passed through him as he felt a strange, sexual desire to touch her pouch. IN this world, it seemed, pouches were just as sexual as boobs.
"Uh, jer" came a voice from behind her "What did you just say?
Turning from his girlfriend, Jack then examined the source of the voice, Rick who was now a...