"OK, I'll go with the fox" you say, after a few seconds consideration. You always found them really cute.
"You got it!". The employee hands you a small red vial.
After a quick walk to a clearing in the Eastern woods you quickly uncap the bottle and gulp it down.
After a second or two, you feel the potion beginning to take affect. Feel a mild itching on your arms, legs, chests and every uncomfortable place there is. Knowing this to be the growing of fur, you ignore it and pay attention to the other changes. A repetitive clicking sound sets in as your skeleton begins to change shape and shrink. Your ears start to elongate and move to the top of your head and the canopy looms over you as you quickly diminish in size. With this simply being too amazing, you can't help yourself but scream out in excitement.
"Ohhhh my gooo-hhhehheehhhe!"
You start to make that cute, giggling sound foxes make as you lose the ability to speak in coherent English. You feel your skull begin to elongate and soon see your own little black and red nose in front of your eyes. The excitement makes you instinctively wag your yet unnoticed tail as it makes its way out of the gap between your shirt and jeans, themselves becoming uncomfortable as you outshrink them. You are know about three foot tall as your now 'front legs' dissappear under your sleeves as you lean forward onto all fours, your new padded paws landing delicately on the leaf-littered floor. Your imcreasingly vulpine head is then covered by your shirt. You wriggle about under your clothes as the last changes occur and all the sensations ubruptly stop at once.
Your pop your head out from under your jeans and step out into the forest. It felt vaguely frightening to you to be out here alone but now it feels natural. Humans aren't meant to be out here but foxes are!
You think for a few seconds and remember that female foxes are called vixens, a rather graceful name that you definitely prefer over "woman". You step out of your clothes and turn around to look at your fluffy self. You came out as a dark, rusty red colour, expected with your black hair when you were human. It's perfectly clean since you didn't have fur a minute ago, and had just grown it. You therefore look much cuter than the wild foxes you see in documentaries.
It's rather awkward to be naked out in the open but your breasts, six of them now, are sufficiently covered by your fur. You find your back-left paw still stuck on one of your trainers' laces and give it a quick kick to get it off. You stumble (walking on all fours takes getting used to) over to a pond to look at your face.
"I'd make a rather pretty vixen if I'd say so yourself!"
This comes out as a sequence of growls and yiffs. You giggle to yourself under your breath.
"You certainly do!", says a voice some way off after a second or two. You understand it perfectly but it wasn't English. It sounded like... you did.
You turn and see him.
You know by smell immediately that it's a male, a reynard. You also know by the state of his fur that he isn't some dashing young man who also picked the fox vial. This was a wild fox, a local. He stood there, puzzled, if not saddened by your shock. You can't read emotions very well yet on the face of a fox. He drops this emotion when he sees your oversized clothing in a heap next to you. He walks up and sniffs it, maybe in disgust.
"I think she's gone, the human I mean. So... How's it cooking, good-looking!"
He sits in front of you expectantly.