Shannon couldn't help but be mezmerized by her image in the water. She was unrecognizable from her normal preteen self. Curiosity rose like butterflies within her as she began to remove the ripped and rendered bits of her clothing. At first it was cautious, but as she lifted her shirt she saw the powerful muscles that criss crossed beneath her fur and the beginnings of breasts that she'd not yet quite developed as a girl. These were larger, more firm than most girls her age, and her stomach was taught. She kicked off the ruins of her sneakers, allowing the pink pads of her paws full freedom on the ground, gangly legs stretching as she wiggled out of her pants and leaving herself only in her underwear. Her legs were strong, powerful and a tail swished behind her.
Strangely, with each article of clothing removed her bravery grew and a strange feeling built. Why should she be ashamed? She was covered in fur...she was in the wilds. Claws hooked under her panties and slid them down and she breathed as she stood completely naked. Fur covered her groin where once had been smooth, unblemished skin, the same color as the rest of her. She remembered the sex-ed class they took in school and how embarrassed she'd been to learn about puberty. Now seeing herself, she felt no fear or hesitation about it. Even as a preteen, her body in this state was like a girl several grades older.
Nothing remained to show that she was Skinny Shannon as her friends called her, nothing except some piercings in her ears and a friendship bracelet around her ankle. As she focused, she felt something odd as her ears shifted and began to push the piercings away, falling to the ground with a thud and leaving her ears smooth and unblemished.