"A weekend tour of Animal City!"
"WOW! Animal City? That's... uh, I don't know where Animal City is, actually." You stare up at the shopkeeper, arms slack at your sides. "Or what it is."
The shopkeeper crouches down on your level and rests her hands on your shoulders. "It's an exclusive resort town for anthropomorphic animals like you. You'll be free to do anything you want all weekend, and anything you do in Animal City stays there. Think of it as a very strange dream."
Your fingers are tented in a nervous manner. "But... I'm going to be an unsupervised kid for a whole weekend? I'm not going to be put in a daycare or something lame like that?"
"There's nothing lame about Animal City, and you won't be a kid." The shopkeeper fishes around in the pockets of her apron and takes out a plain white ID badge.
RESORT GUEST #00212: USAGI KUROSAWA
AGE: 22
SPECIES: BUN
Your digital eyes shift from side to side as you read the plastic card. "Like a disguise? I'm not actually 22 years old."
She pins the badge to your chest fur. "Nope, and you aren't 4 years old either."
At first the badge only pinches, but you quickly begin to feel a strange pressure under your bunny skin. The costume already felt tight around you, but that was only natural while vacuum packed into a rubber suit. Tighter and tighter the costume grows, yet the outside of it isn't expanding even slightly. Two points on your chest become especially strained, and your head feels like it's being sculpted into something less chubby beneath the mask. Are you... becoming an adult again? A female adult? You'd take your mask off and check if it wasn't glued on.
The sensation of your legs doubling in length without actually becoming taller has left you standing ramrod-straight, arms hugging yourself, almost afraid to move until it finishes. You can feel the shopkeeper's hand petting the back of your head. "It'll be okay, Ms. Kurosawa," she says, "We can undo these changes after the vacation if you aren't satisfied. We've never had an unsatisfied customer, of course..."
"I'll think about it- huh? My voice!" It's true, your cartoon child voice has been lowered in pitch and smoothed out to that of an adult- a completely different adult instead of just aging up the previous voice, bizarrely enough. "So this is Usagi. I think I like this new ID. But why do I feel so... naked?"
"That's because you're an adult toon, ma'am. Let's get you an outfit." The shopkeeper near-instantly has you fitted for a pair of black high-heel shoes- or more likely, she already knew your size because it is the costume's size. She then ties a violet wraparound skirt around your waist, and...
"That's all?"
"For a toon? Yes!" The shopkeep gives you a thumbs-up as you pick at the hem of your skirt.
You wobble out of the store on your new shoes, feeling the subtle differences in your gait, only to nearly trip over a tiny toon raccoon. He wears a pair of sneakers, socks, white gloves and not much else. He gives you a fanged grin, eyes exactly level with yours.
"You must be Usagi! We got your ticket for the train to Animal City right here! I'm Johnny by the way, nice to meet you." The ring-tailed resort employee (according to his badge) extends his paw, and you can't help but give him a handshake.
"I... wow, you're fast."
"I know, I get that a lot." Johnny chuckles, a bit of Louisiana accent leaking through. "Part of it is that the costumes take a really long time to get on. All the time in the world to catch up with our customers. Nearly sunset, by the way. Follow me to the train station, you can take the back seat of my bike."
The moon is visible by the time you make it to the station. The very normal-looking human at the ticket book stares in shock and the bunny and raccoon boarding the train, but they don't ask any questions. You take one last look at the mundane world before you shut the door and head to your private, first class cabin. You find yourself relaxed for the first time since you got lost in the woods this morning, kicking your legs up on the leather seat cushion and resting your arms behind your back. What are you going to do with the two or three hours you have until you arrive at the resort?