Missy, the family cat, wandered about the house as she usually did. She stepped in Jeff's room and smelled something going on, something in Jeff's closet. She pulled at the door and managed to squeeze through the small gap it created.
Missy found herself in an unfamiliar enviroment.
"No animals in the bar please," the bartender told Missy.
Missy, being a cat, didn't care much what this human said, but as she moved along, her limbs elongated. Her graceful cat stride stopped as she stumbled. Her hind legs were too long and her front legs were no longer legs, paws replaced with hands. She sat on the floor and looked at her hands befuddled.
"Are you alright miss?" the bartender asked her.
"Yes," Missy replied. Somehow, speaking like a human came natural to her. She tried standing up. She nervously tried to balancing herself, but it also came natural to her. She stood up, like a human, and she took a step, and another one. She felt proud and giddy. She had noe idea what was going on, but it was fun.
Missy looked at the bartender and tilded her head. "Hello. Hey." She then giggled to herself.
"Er, are you're feeling alright Miss?" he asked her.
"I am feeling great," she smiled. She sat down at a stool. "Give me something to drink. I am thirsty."
"Something to drink? I need something more specific than that," the bartender said.
"I don't know, you figure it out." Missy said.
"Alright." The bartender poured her a beer.
Recieving the beer, Missy lowered her face to the beer and used her tongue to drink. She got to taste it and she liked it, but it wasn't that productive of a drinking technique. Missy then got the idea of using her human hands. She placed her fingers around the handle and lifted it. Very useful. She drank a sip of the beer. It tasted good, very good.
"Thank you!" she smiled at the bartender.