Saul sank to his knees on the soft ground, clutching at his stomach.
"Yyyyyaaarrgh!! It feels....feels like everything moving arou...UGH!!"
He doubled over, bent in half at the waist. Timothy watched as familiar red and cream patterend fur became visable where Saul's flesh was once bare, but he was compleatly puzzed at the agony that his freind seemed to be going through. Acting on impulse, he pounced forward and tore off Saul's shirt and pants, letting the shredded remains fall where they may.
Saul contiued to roll and scream and flopped himself facedown. He lay there like that as his tail first sprouted, then immediatly tucked between his legs. His screams seemed to be trialing off into an occasional whimper or sniffle...but something didn't seem right at all to Tim.
Standing behind his friend, he wasn't able to see what exactly had happened, but his ears and nose seemed to be telling him there was more than his eyes were telling him. The tone of Saul's crying seemed to be of higher pitch, and Saul seemed to be trying to hide that. There was also a particular scent emitting from Saul's neither region....
Acting swiftly, Tim swooped in and lifted Saul's new tail straight into the air, and exposed Saul's glistening vagina.
Saul whined and turned over, displaying a perfect humanoid vixen's form to her former best friend. Her eyes gleamed with tears as she looked up at Tim.