Wait… was that 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 a woman?
You stop in your tracks near the park’s entrance and try to make out the figure, but it turns out harder than you expected it to be. The person was completely hidden in the tree’s shadow and turned away from any nearby source of light, making it impossible to make out who it was. It also didn’t help that there was a New Moon tonight or that it was winter; it had already turned dark, despite it only being eight in the afternoon.
You then decide walking up to this mysterious “admirer” was not a good idea and choose to call out to them from a safe distance instead.
“Hey! Who are-”
You halt. You place one of your hands... er… paws. Hand-paws? Whatever. You place one of them over your throat, surprised at the voice that had come out of your mouth.
It 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 did not sound like you. Your actual voice was deep and masculine; however, your voice now sounded… soft and high-pitched. Not high enough to sound like a woman, but 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 not manly by any means.
You remove your hand from your throat and regain your composure. Now was not the time to get distracted. Especially since this was all temporary. All you had to do was get some answers from your “secret admirer,” and you’ll be back to normal.
“Hey! Who are you?” you yell, your warm breath making a small appearance in the frigid air before vanishing. Taking note of this, you quickly observe all the snow layered around that had transformed the park into a winter wonderland and remember how cold it was supposed to be at the moment.
“That’s strange,” you think to yourself. “Why don’t I feel cold?”
After having transformed, you had struggled to find any clothes that fit on your smaller and slimmer form. Because you were in a rush, you had quickly abandoned the idea of wearing a shirt or underwear and merely chose anything the could hide your new body, picking a red jacket—the smallest jacket you owned—along with a tiny pair of black athletic shorts that belonged to your younger brother. The red jacket fit your new body, somewhat, the previously undersized and tight jacket now hanging loosely on you and nearly reaching your knees. The shorts, on the other hand, fit perfectly, if not a bit snug around your waist due to your wider hips and bigger ass. You had also made sure to cut out a hole in the back of the shorts in advance so that your tail could hang out freely. Anyways, besides those two articles of clothing and your pink collar, you weren’t wearing anything else. So... why weren’t you cold?
It hits you like a brick when you realize your new fur provided insulation from the cold and that the paw pads on your feet provided protection from the snow.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘹.
This realization sends a shiver down your spine, and you suddenly feel a more urgent need to transform back to your normal human self.
“Who are you?” you ask again, walking a bit closer to the tree and trying to make out the person hidden in the shadows.
Finally, right when you’re only a few feet in front of the tree, the figure begins to emerge out of the shadows, revealing your secret admirer as…