Micheal's mind raced. What canine had he last seen? Then it hit him like an 18-wheeler:
It was on the internet. It was a particularly arousing picture of a Fox-Girl he stumbled upon while looking for some 'fun', and now it was coming back to haunt him. She looked to be around 16 years old, with glossy red hair (which matched the fur on her ears and tail). She wore a skimpy white-with-blue-trim Japanese school uniform, one that accuented all of her more feminine features - certainly not huge features, but feminine features none the less.
A Fox can be considered a canine, but a Fox-Girl? Micheal had his doubts. That is, until suddenly, a strong tingling sensation fell down his spine, as the changes started to occur. Micheal was confused - "This can't be happening! This isn't possible!" he squelched as his voice grew higher. He ran to a bathroom mirror to watch his predicament unfold, but as he entered the bathroom he slipped on a wet tile and hit his head on the floor. Micheal was knocked out cold.
It was a long time before he came to. The transformation had exhausted his body to the limit, leaving him feeling sore. His eyes fluttered open at last as he tried to comprehend what had happened. Questions raced through his mind.
"Was it all just a dream?".
"Why am I in the bathroom? On the floor?".
"How did the room get bigger?".
"What's are these strange feelings I'm having?".
Micheal climbed to his feet, but almost fell back down again - he felt all wobbly, and off-balance for some reason. He grabbed onto the bathroom sink as he fell and pulled himself up. As he did, though, he caught a glimpse of his new and improved reflection.
He was aghast, speachless, stuck for words. The proverbial cat had his tounge. Staring back at him in the mirror has a bizarre mix of himself, his mother, and the Fox-Girl off of the internet. She looked about 16 years old. She was endowed with all the feminine features of the original - not huge features, but certainly very feminine. She was wearing what Micheal was wearing before, but it fit like a tent over her slender frame. Fox-like ears protruded from the top of her head, a fluffy tail sitting idly behind her. Both shared the same colour as her hair - a brilliant rusty red colour - which fell down her back like a waterfall to just below her shoulders.
Micheal decided to take a look down at his to see if this vixen in the mirror was actually him. Two mounds protruding off of his chest confirmed his fears. "Eeep!" was all that could escape his mouth for the moment, and Micheal was shocked to hear his new voice - a voice that complemented his new body well. "This can't be happening!" he squealed as he run out of the room. He raced around the house, checking to see if every mirror gave him the same result. They did, which confirmed Micheal's fears.
Micheal plonked himself onto the coach. He had trouble comprehending all that was happening, but he seemed to finally be calming done. He asked himself "Micheal, you've been turned into a Fox-Girl, what do you do?".