The mall gets busier about noon because more people are on their lunch break. Most of them don't notice the transformation booth sitting in plain view, but then at 12:22:36.1, your sensors lock on to a 22-year-old woman entering your space. She barges in and sits on the bench and puts in some money. She's wearing a fake fox tail which hangs out one of your doorways, but that's just a symbol and not what wishes to become. An instant search of her social media profile by your customer identification subsystem identifies her as Kathy Mujeres, a small-time Internet personality with numerous anthropomorphic art galleries and multiple nonhuman avatars: a bear, a tiger, a weasel, even a caribou. Her most prolific identity seems to be a partially clothed kangaroo with silver fur and a black mohawk. You dutily display your transformation request prompt, and the Kathy enters a vague but recognizable description of the silver kangaroo character.
Downloading every image and page description purported to represent Outback Mack, the name she gave to her seemingly male fursona, you construct a virtual 3D model of his form and set your morphic adaption emitters to work. Kathy starts to twitch in her seat as silver fur starts to become apparent on her visage. Her footwear and other lower garments are disintegrated, leaving her as a gray-furred figure wearing what has become a Hawaiian shirt. Her feet become longer, her legs shorter and more muscular. She's holding herself up off the bench with her still-human arms, which will remain human enough for her to grasp and use human items like Outback Mack can. She eventually has to just give up sitting on the bench and waddle forward on her big feet, scrunching herself up against your front wall to make room for her massive tail. One of the running jokes about Mack in Kathy's webcomic about him is that he has a hard time sitting on furniture and doesn't really need to anyway. Your front-wall camera now has a perfect view of Kathy's chest, which has become flat like a male cartoon character's. Your adaption beams focus themselves on her vagina, which isn't going to last much longer. The beams whir busily, building up the soft, thick, anatomically incorrect penis (at least incorrect for a marsupial) which has only been seen in the adult art hidden behind a paywall on Kathy's less PG-rated accounts. It will be hidden away inside her from now on unless she intentionally enters an explicitly sexual situation.
Kathy steadies herself with her fuzzy, four-fingered arms to try to keep her balance as she adjusts to her new form and its unusual stance. She looks down at her new body and flinches.
"CRIKEY! I, ... I look just like 'im! Am I, like, a bloke now?" she exclaimed in an over-the-top Australian accent. "I gotta change back, I can't be a cartoon kangaroo in real life! It's bloody weird!" The cartoon kangaroo reached down to his legs and remembered he was still wearing no pants, and therefore had no pockets. His Hawaiian shirt also had no pockets and therefore no money. "Jumpin' Joey!" he yelled instead of cussing, like in the kid-friendly version of the comic strips. "Not a penny left! Betta get outta hea!"
Kathy stumbles out on his oversized feet and then you hear the loud thuds as he bounces away as a perfect copy of Outback Mack. Your job complete, you start deleting from your memory the temporary files associated with her finished session, including Kathy's original female human anatomical pattern.