Mary was growing desperate. She had a muzzle, an honest to goodness muzzle!
With growing desperation, she searched for the human vile; each one that wasn’t what she was looking for making her increasingly terrified!
"Come on chitter you've got to chitter be in there somewhere!" Mary cried.
She felt the changes marching through her body. Her skin was itching and new smells were entering her brain.
Mary shook her head.
"No, no, no, no! This isn't supposed to happen! I'm not supposed to be a...”
Her hands started shaking, causing her to drop the vials she was checking. She held them in front of her face watching in horror as black fur sprouted on them. Her thumbs quivered as the bones in her hands began to change.
"Stop, please chitter!"
Something in her mind felt different. Blinking, she looked up from hands that were now five fingered appendages complete with sharp claws.
Standing up, she ran towards her fridge, noticing that her shirt now stretched down to her knees; she was shrinking!
Looking at the calendar on her fridge, Mary noticed that the words didn't make sense. It was though it had been typed in another language!
"What's going chitter!"
Mary realised that she couldn’t understand the two words she'd just spoken. She searched her mind for words, but nothing seemed to come up. She didn't seem to have a concept of a language any more. Instead, she found that she could only communicate emotions and needs.
Knowing she was losing her mind had her chittering in protest.
The entire world spun and she fell into her clothes, chittering.
Managing to climb out of them, Mary, now a full raccoon stood on top of them.
Her mind otherwise seemed intact. She remembered her life, however, without the ability to read, things seemed different.
Mary soon realised that she had another problem. As she looked around the room, she couldn’t remember the names of anything. Everything in the room was just an object.
She was already seeing things as either something to consume, a threat, potential shelter or something she could play with or chew on.
Looking over the remaining vials, Mary picked a few up with her paws. She knew they'd made her this way as well as the fact that the correct one could change her back.
However, she wondered if she wanted to change back. A part of her wanted to explore this form
Mary took one more look at the box of vials before considering her next move.