"I honestly don't knwo. There are a lot of factors that I can' account for."
'Please don't grow", she thought, but it was too late. The shifting began again, and the muffled sound of ripping continued as her panties couldn't hold the tail in
anymore.
"Can I use your restroom?" It wasn't a request, more of a plea.
"Certainly, Doctor. Right over there against that wall."
"Thank you," Jean stood up, only to see her pale blue panties fall to the floor. She tried to think of an explanation, but instead just ran into the restroom, leaving the
ruined garment on the floor in front of the desk.
Once in the restroom, Jean took a look in the mirror. After some consternation, she was able to see that the tail had reached mid-calf and stopped.
Panic flooded Jean's mind. "I'm not a mouse," she whispered to herself, the deperation reaching her voice.
A prickly sensation hit Jean from head to toe. Looking in the mirror, she could see white hair growing on her face and as she touched it, she could se it had spread
to her hands.
"I'm not!" Now her hands felt cramped. Jean watched as her fingernails fell off and her fingers getting smaller and more claw-like.
Jean's shoes felt looser and she sat down before she fell down. Her shoes slipped right off, revealing that her feet were in the same condition as her hands.
"No", she moaned softly. Her auburn hair started to fall out of her head, leaving the white fur room to cover her scalp. Her teeth felt odd, and she probed with her
tounge to find they had become more pointy and sharp.
"Please, no." Her ears shifted and balooned out, becoming quite large and shiting towards the top of her head.
A knock at the door, which sounded like thunder, nearly deafened Jean. "Doctor, are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" She shouted. Her legs felt wrong. Her legs shifted reflexively to directly in front of her. Then, Jean heard a snapping sound as her hips adjusted to
four-legged walking. Jean flopped down on her side.
Her arms and legs suddenly felt like they had been broken in several places. In reality, her arms and legs were shrinking, sliding up the suit sleeves and her skirt.
Her neck felt wrong and a loud left her head and neck fused together.
A pulling sensation on Jean's face formed a muzzle with whiskers popping out of her upper lip.
Jean then felt her whole body compress. The bathroom's interior disappeared, replaced by a blackness. Jean realized that she was seeing the inside of her jacket.
Soon, she felt the changes stop.
she thought. She crawled her way out of her clothes and scurried to the corner of the room, very afraid of what she became.