As you slowly wake up, three things immediatley make themselves known to you. First, your breasts feel strange being pressed onto the floor, if only because you don't normally have breasts. Second, you're not face-down on the floor. You can't be, as a fox muzzle protrudes from your face, causing your head to limply lay on its side. Third, the scent of your recent sexual experience is strong, perhaps due to your fox nose.
Moving your arms beneath you, you push yourself up, and look down at your hands... well, paws. Though they are handlight, they are more paw than hand.
You continue to get up, and steady yourself on your digitigrade feet. You look at the clock on Zoe's dresser. Seems only a couple hours have passed since Zoe turned into a costume, and subsequently the costume becoming real when you put her on. There is still plenty of time to take her off.
Without thinking about it, you turn and step towards Zoe's mirror. Before you is the fox woman that Zoe became, before turning into the costume. You look at yourself in wonder, feeling and seeing your tail move behind you, controlled by the muscles in your rear. You see your orange-furred body, white fur going from your chin to your... Zoe's vagina. Your breasts... you have breasts. You can feel their weight. You already know they are real, as are the three sets of nipples below them. You step closer to the mirror. Your head is no longer covered in human hair, but fox fur, with a pair of fox ears. You feel them twitch. Your eyes... you recognize them as Zoe's blue eyes. You smile. "I'm... so beautiful."
And then you realize, that was not your voice. Nor was it you who was speaking, or even the one who got up and stepped to the mirror.
You try to raise your hand in front of your face. Your arm does not respond. You try to speak, but although you just felt the muscles move to speak a moment ago, they do not now. Not even your eyes respond; they instead continue to stare dreamily at your reflection.
You begin to mentally panic. Though you wore Zoe as a costume, this body is entirely hers.
You see and feel your face frown. She looks down, putting a handpaw upon your chest. "Are you okay?"
It seems that she could sense your distress, and in fact you can sense her worry for you. You try to mentally tell her that you don't have control. But whether she can hear your thoughts, you are not sure.
She looks back towards your reflection, moving your hand down your chest and side. You can feel the whole thing. She looks at your vagina that now resides between your legs. Though you could feel your penis stuffed within the costume earlier, that sensation is no longer there. Instead, what you feel... is a vagina. A woman's sex, tucked between your legs and opening into your body. Zoe reaches to your vagina, putting a pawpad upon your clit. You instinctively want to recoil from the sudden invasive touch, but again, your body... Zoe's body, does not respond.
She looks back at your face in your reflection, closing your eyes and shaking your head. "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was going to happen." She opens back your eyes, continuing to articulate your tongue to speak in her voice. "I thought that if anything, I'd be able to communicate with you telepathically or something." She places your hand on the mirror. "I will admit, I do like the result. To finally get to be this fox. To actually get to experience this, and not just blank out as a costume. You have no idea how much this actually means to me, right now." Actually, you do. You can feel her sense of joy, alongside the bittersweet regret, knowing you're trapped in the body of your transformed girlfriend, right now. As you feel tears well up in your eyes... her tears... you can't be mad at her. Especially knowing how long she's suffered from this curse. Besides, you know it wasn't her fault. Neither of you asked for this to happen.
Zoe lightly smiles when she senses your understanding. "Thank you." She turns back and looks towards her clock. "And I promise you we won't stay like this long. Before time is up, I'll let you out, my transformation will end, and we can get back to our normal lives." She looks down and looks at her pawhands. "Well, as normal as our lives can be, considering this is a regular occurance." She looks over her shoulder at the mirror, and feel her smirk. "Although, it might be fun to do this again." Despite your hesitance to agree, her optimisim surrounding you is contageous, and you can't help but feel like indulging a bit.