You feel your heart skip a beat when you realize Ms. Tomlin picked you to undergo the first transformation. You take a deep breath, stand up and make your way to the front of the class, the whole time wondering what exactly you've gotten yourself into. You take your place next to Ms. Tomlin and turn to face the class.
"Now then, little miss, have you always had an interest in foxes?" she asked.
"Yes, I've always been interested in them." Came your reply.
"I see, so I presume then that you are ready to undergo your transformation then?" Ms. Tomlin walks over to her desk and opens the bottom drawer. She pulls out a bottled potion. One that is rusty orange in color, and she hands it to you. "Bottoms up!"
Taking the bottle, you quickly down the brew. It had a musky, woodsy scent to it.
You drop the bottle as the changes start. You look down at your feet. You toenails have become claws and your feet have begun to reshape into paws. As pads form on the soles of your feet, a wave of reddish-brown fur starts to appear, and slowly crawls up your legs. As the fur grows, it seems to absorb your clothing.
As the change moves up your legs, the bone structure quietly reshapes to match a digitigrade form. Soon the change is at knee level, and your knees suddenly reverse and bend the other way. The change speeds up as it moves up your hips, and you begin to shrink.
As the change reaches your midsection, several things happen at once. Fur shoots up your whole stomach, a tail blossoms from the end of your spine, and you fall onto all fours, as your hips shift downward no longer. The fur sprouts up your back, reaching your breasts, which disappear into your furry chest.
As the change reaches your shoulders, the joints alter and shift downward to fit a quadrupedal stance, and the fur shoots down your arms, covering and changing them almost instantly. In a moment, your arms and hands are vulpine forelegs and paws. The fur covers your head as your face begins to reshape into a muzzle. Your ears move up to the top of your head and become furry and pointed, and your nose flattens out and becomes black and wet.
Your tongue grows longer to fit your new muzzle, and your teeth become sharp and pointed. As the changes finish, you try to say something, but all that comes out is a vulpine yip.
You walk around the room a bit, getting used to walking on all fours. You walk over to a girl named Gwen, who smiles and scratches you lightly behind the ears, which feels amazingly good.
"Now then, would anyone else care to volunteer?" asked Ms. Tomlin.