This is weird. You should be panicking now. You’ve been turned into a girl and reality’s changed and now you’re an infectious fox person thing and what the fuck. But also why not just roll with it. You could find out about who Josephine is, but that’s something you’ll pick up as you wander around, you’re sure. You’re guessing you’re still an athlete, gymnast rather than baseball given a bit of knowledge creeping into your head when you think about it.
Honestly, you’re pretty glad about that, if you actually dwell on it. Mistress likes gymnasts. Er…wait, Mistress who? Lilly mentioned one, and as you concentrate, even though you’ve never seen her, the image of an imposing nine tailed vixen flashes through your mind.
Oh! That’s Mistress! Right! She was the one who gave your sisters this gift which you’ve been given too so it makes sense that she’d be your Mistress too. You probably should be fighting it, or something, but why not go with it as well. You already are a hot prickvixen on the prowl to make a sister, you might as well swear yourself to the mysterious nine-tailed magical cocked fox who gave you this gift in the transitive sense.
Your smile turns predatory as you wish you could display your wagging tail, thinking about the joy you’ll get when you cram your fox-meat into some poor unsuspecting human and fuck them till they’re not. You’re also curious to see how this is going to work for the reality stuff, maybe you’ll find some pathetic nerd and turn them hot. Would they still be a nerd? Maybe.
You quickly catch sight of a target; one of the many nerds of the senior class, a reedy, 6’2 acne scarred, fedora and trenchcoat wearing, wannabe goth. Steve? Mike? One of those two you think. It doesn’t matter. Who he was doesn’t matter either. What matters is what he’s going to be when you’re done with him.
He’s alone in the hallway, just sort of checking his phone. You’re quiet, more stealthy than you were before certainly, sliding up next to him and seeing him looking at what’s obviously porn drawings of, oh! Hey! All sorts of furry women, even a fox-girl in there. None with dicks that you can see, but you’ll take it. “Ooooooh, that fox one’s hot.” Your sweet voice comes from, for him, out of nowhere as he leaps more than half your height and comes down hard on his ass.
“H-HOLY FUCK!?” Yelping out to your giggles, “Y-you’re…you’re Josephine Douglas…you’re like one of the hottest girls in the senior class…what…what are you doing talking to me?” His mind trying to process, then replaying what you said. “You’re…you’re a furry?”
You have no idea what that is. You’re fuzzy now, so maybe that’s what he’s referring to? Whatever. Less talk, more fuck. “Mmmm, something like that? I just *love* foxes~” you lick your lips, eyeing the nerd up and down. You’ll make him suck you off and when she’s swallowed enough, then you fuck her up the ass. “Do you have more of those pictures?”
He’s skeptical. “This…this isn’t some sort of prank, is it?” Looking around, nervously for someone, anyone else in the empty corridor. It’s a senior skip period, perfect to round up converts when it’s quiet.
Shaking your head, you grab his hand, pulling him up with a surprising amount of strength. “Mmmm, does it look like a prank?” there’s one of those gender neutral single person bathrooms, perfect.
“You’re…you’re Josephnie Douglas…” He’s saying it again, shocked, and if this is obvious, “You’ve never even had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend! Why…why me?!”
That gets a giggle in your sweet tones, something that still delights you to now own, “I like your taste in foxes~.” He’s not resisting as you drag him inside, locking the door. In moments you’re slipping off your tee-shirt and undoing your bra, letting your pert pink nipples hang in the air atop the firm B-cups they call home. You give him a predatory smile mirroring what you saw on your sisters as you begin slipping off the skirt and panties, sitting your bare bottom on the closed toilet.
“This is really happening…” He pinches his arm. No hidden cameras, this girl, this paragon of beauty, dragged him into a bathroom to have sex with him. “This is really happening. Thank you Satan, this is really happening.” He’s dropping his coat to the floor, beginning to undo his own clothing before you interrupt him with a delicate cough, wiggling your still clad feet to the young man.
“Take these off, sit tight, and don’t make a sound~” you order as he nods, a little uncertain and taking your shoes and socks off, happy, however, to marvel at your naked form. A naked form that’s beginning to grow crimson fur as you stretch out on the toilet, face looking awfully predatory.
His eyes widen as he takes in your changing form, watching as muscles grow larger and fuller, defined into a stronger athlete as you grow taller and stronger. Crimson fur washes over your form, complimenting your black socks and belly. A popping which prompts a soft moan from you as your second pair of breasts pushes out, Cs below Bs on your taller self. Your vulpine muzzle and foxy ears are framed by your mop of blonde hair, a bit more primal and lengthy than before. It’s a fast change, you aren’t quite as skilled at it yet as your sisters, but it feels so right to feel your tail, compressed as it is against your weight, out in the open. Your true form is so much better than your disguise, and you revel in its majesty.
Of course, what’s most important is what’s growing out of your clit. You didn’t have too much time to examine the delicate little thing between your legs before, and you certainly don’t now as you feel power rushing through you, a surge of might as it grows longer and more firm, stiffening as blood rushes into it. The animalistic fire within you, ever present, grows to an almost roaring blaze as your golden eyes stare down at this delicious looking morsel, cowering before your might. It stretches to nearly nine inches proud, knotted and ready for use. As you gaze down, you feel a pushing behind that rod, something working its way out with a pleasing plop, a churning of power beginning to fill you, enabling that fire’s release. You can smell the musk, a strong, earthy scent, different yet similar to your sister’s, beginning to emanate as you lean back, waiting for a response.
The young man, name not known by you, takes your form in and….