I got home, and immediately went back to my room. I figured if I now have a magic crystal, skipping a day of work and getting some extra sleep won’t hurt. I flopped back into bed, and failed to realize I still had the crystal around my neck as it shook violently from the motion. As I lay sprawled across my queen sized bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, the room began to shift and warp around me. The once familiar paintings on the wall started to melt and drip, running down the walls in long, liquid streaks. The carpet beneath me rippled like water, and the air seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. It was as if reality itself was being twisted and contorted, slowly unraveling before my very eyes.
And then, as if someone had flicked a switch inside my head, everything snapped back into focus. My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, I was disoriented. I sat up, and noticed something in the forefront of my vision, but it was too blurry to make out. The paintings were still there, the carpet was still dry, but something felt...off. Something was definitely different. I went and stood up, and the object followed me. Wait, that can’t be part of my face, can it?
I tentatively reached up towards my mouth and nose, and felt the strange sensation of fur beneath my fingers. It was soft and fluffy, and my mouth felt long, wet, and stretched away from my face. Wait, what? In a panic, I grabbed a hand mirror off of the nightstand, and nearly dropped it when I saw my reflection. My face was covered in white and grey fur, my mouth now a muzzle pointed, and my ears long and perked up. My nose twitched, and I could have sworn I smelled 13 different things at once with how powerful it was. I opened my jaw, sharp canine teeth adorned my mouth, and I saw a long pink tongue before I quickly closed it in fear.
I took a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of shock, confusion, and fear course through my body. I felt something move on my butt, which made me jump, and I looked back. It was a tail, the source of the strange weight in my rear, swishing lazily behind me. I threw down the mirror and looked at my hands. My new paws were padded, and the claws on my fingers were long and sharp. I ran to the full size mirror in the closet to see my full body. To my shock, I was wearing a sports bra holding 2 large lumps on my chest, and around my waist and crotch I was wearing panties, and it looked as if there wasn’t much underneath. But that's impossible. I'm a guy. I'm supposed to have...
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I tore the clothes off in an instant, and tears welled up in my eyes as I examined myself more closely.
My chest was no longer flat, but was instead adorned with two large, perky mounds, covered in soft fur. I gingerly reached out and cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight and fullness. They were definitely what women would call “D-cup” sized.
A small patch of black skin peeked out from between my legs, a strange contrast to the rest of my furry body. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to find, sat on the bed, lowered my head, and spread my legs. As I peered between my new furry legs, I gasped in shock. There, nestled between them, was a very canine vagina. It was black and wet, and a small tuft of fur surrounded it. I reached out and tentatively touched it, feeling the soft, warm flesh beneath my fingertips. My heart raced as I realized that not only had I been transformed into an anthropomorphic husky, but I was now female as well.
Tears streamed down my face as I tried to comprehend what was happening.
I was a dog. A female dog. A dog with impossibly large breasts. This was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly overwhelmed and confused. My tail thumped against the mattress in time with my rapid heartbeat, and I could smell my own fear.