Emma started back toward the scientific equipment to begin some new tests on the vials when he realized he was still naked. Emma paused and looked down at the naked, male anthro lion body that was now her own. "I guess I should try to put some kind of clothing on," he said. Emma looked over at the clothing he had been wearing before the transformation. "There's no way this hunk of a body will fit into those things now," Emma smiled to himself, beginning to the enjoy the idea of what 'she' had become. Suddenly, Emma had an idea, went to the door of the lab, unlocked it, and slowly made his through the rest of the house making sure to avoid windows. Emma found he could creep through the house very well on digitigrade legs.
Emma made his way to a hall closet, and opened it. He had remembered that inside was a cardboard box of some belongings that 'her' previous boyfriend had left behind in the house after the two had broken up. Emma crouched on his new lion legs, and opened the box looking for anything that might help with the clothing situation. The first thing that caught Emma's eye in the box was a pair of boxer shorts. Emma stands to try them on, but then stops when he remembers his long, flicking lion tail behind him. He holds the shorts in one handpaw, and extends the claws of his other handpaw. Emma then takes his thumb claw, and slits the rear seam of the shorts to accommodate his tail. The claws retract into his one handpaw as he sticks his legs through the shorts and begins pulling the shorts up. It takes a minute for Emma to grab his tail and maneuver it through the hole in the shorts, then finishes slipping the shorts up to his waist. Emma looks down at the boxer shorts; not exactly a perfect fit, but they will work for now. Emma rummages through the box a little more and finds a collared shirt that probably won't fit. Just as he is about to close the box, he spots a small object in the corner of the box and picks it up. It's a condom. Emma recalled discussing sex with 'her' previous boyfriend, but never had any with him because 'she' was always too busy in the lab. Emma chuckles to himself, "This thing probably won't even fit my equipment." Emma rubs his genitals on that thought, getting a slight buzz of male hormones from doing so.
Emma walks into the nearby bathroom, and tosses the condom on the sink counter. He takes a better look at himself in the mirror. His full mane covers most of his head, neck, and shoulders. Emma lifts an arm, and sees that part of the mane actually reaches into the armpit and trails down to about the elbow. He leans in a little and sniffs, and is greeted by a nose-full of his own strong scent which makes him slightly smile. Emma opens his mouth to look at the full set of feline teeth that he has. He also sees that his tongue has the specialized hairs that cats have on their tongues. Emma smiles, "Well, I don't think I'll give up using the shower, but it still might be nice to have those." Emma feels the new, rough texture of his tongue as he moves it around in his mouth a bit. Emma rubs his crotch again, then begins to admire his toned and sculpted muscles. Drinking the entire 'Male' vial paid off, as he can still see every powerful muscle even though they are covered with tawny and brown fur. He absent-mindedly rubs his crotch again.
Starting to become a little aroused by the rubbing, Emma decides to take a closer look at his new package. Running a handpaw down the trail of mane fur down his chest to his crotch, he slips the boxer shorts down his legs a bit to expose his scrotum. Emma cupped the two large, fur-covered testicles in his handpaw, and let out a low growl at the sensation. As he explored a bit further, something felt wrong. Emma felt no sheath above his testicles, but, suddenly, felt something sliding out just below his anal region. After a moment of confusion, it dawns on Emma. "Oh that's right, male felines have their genitalia in reversed direction," he sighs with understanding. He reaches below his sagging scrotum, traces the length of his sheath, and feels the end of his lion penis sticking out, sending a wave of pleasure through his loins.
Emma leans on the sink counter with one handpaw while the other continues to fondle his genitals, and looks into the mirror; into the eyes of the male lion that is 'her' reflection. Emma smirks and says, "I guess I'll call myself 'Emerson' now." Then, Dr. Emma, now Emerson, Townsend stretches, and gives his muscles another good flex in front of the mirror. Emerson glances down at the condom on the counter and considers...