You stand there naked, or as naked as one can be with fur. White fur covers your breasts, belly, groin and inner thighs as well as your hands and feet. Black covers elsewhere. Looking at the water before you, you realise that you feel dirty. You wonder how a bath will feel as a skunkette.
Walking towards the water, you stick your right foot in; the water is cool. You take several steps into it and then stop to look around. You realise that you feel rather vulnerable in your current condition. Few would be foolish to mess with a skunk. You know this fact, yet you’re still unsure about being female. Wherever you are now, you know you need to find a way back home. However, you fear you may have landed yourself in the middle of a war.
You walk several more steps, the water splashing and swishing. You’re now waist deep. You feel the water touch your new female parts. It’s an odd sensation. You walk deeper until the water is just below your breasts. Looking up at the twilight sky, you see two moons behind the wisps of clouds. One is a dull blue colour, the other grey. The blue moon is further away.
Kneeling down, you submerge yourself, feeling the water flowing all around you. You surface, the water dripping from you and splashing loudly as your white hair sticks to your fur. The water is heavy with your fur. You have a feeling that drying off will take a long time.
In the bushes nearby, you hear a snap.
“Hello?” you asked.
You sniff the air, not knowing why you’re doing it. Perhaps, you wonder, it’s instinct. There are four distinct scents in the air, yours, the tigers and two others. Kneeling down so your eye level with the water, you wait and watch. Your heart starts pounding with the knowledge that someone has found you. Thoughts of the tiger and the possibility that he could be hurt or worse turn your stomach.
Two figures emerge from the bushes. They’re wearing dark blue uniforms as well as helmets with small flashlights on them. They speak in a language you do not understand. They’re also wearing boots, which are loud even against the forest floor.
One of them takes off his helmet. He seems to be reptilian. His scales are a greyish blue and his slitted eyes are yellow.
“Over there!” the other yells, pointing a rifle in your direction.
The first one puts his helmet back on and retrieves a similar rifle from his back.
“Come out of the water,” he said.
You’re screwed. You cannot seem to fight them in your current state. With a sigh, you put your hands up and walk out of the water. On land, you drip water everywhere and your fur feels much heavier.
“Out for a stroll are we?” one of the reptiles says.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us,” the other says.
“What do you want with me? I didn’t do anything!” you say.
While you doubt pleading will work, you hope that it will buy some time. Unfortunately, it has a bad effect. The reptilian on the right walks up to you and hits you with you in the head with the butt of his rifle. You fall back painfully onto your tail.
“The commander doesn’t tolerate his females speaking. You’re already dressed as he expects you to be,” he says.
“Leave her alone!” The tiger says.
You breathe a sigh of relief that he’s returned. Both of the reptilians turn their attention to him. The tiger doesn’t waste time before shooting the reptilian closet to you. The other shoots at the tiger, who ducks to avoid the fire. You grab the rifle of the fallen reptilian and swing it around like a bat to hit the reptilian’s helmet. He looks at you before a blast hits his chest and he falls back.
“Are you all right?” The tiger asks.
“Yes, I … oh I’m sorry,” you say, trying to cover yourself.
“Do not be ashamed. You are beautiful. Perhaps I do need to loosen up a bit,” he said.
“Are they dead?” you ask.
“No, but they will unconscious for several hours. I recommend we flee the vicinity,” he answers.
You pick up one of the reptilian’s rifles; the tiger picks the other up.
“What the hell kind of weapon is this?” you ask.
“It’s a standard particle rifle,” the Tiger says.
You sling it around you and look at the tiger. He looks back at you, obviously unsure about seeing you wearing nothing else.
“You shouldn’t walk around like that,” he says.
“I need to dry out first. Besides, I feel a little energised after that,” you say.
“That is understandable,” he says.
“You never told me your name,” you say.
“Jason,” he says.
You reach out your right hand and he offers his. “I’m Ian.”
“You really used to be male before this chamber teleported you here?” Jason asks.
“Yes,” you say.
“I believe you. First, we must get to a safe distance. Once we get you dried off, perhaps then we can ascertain what has happened to you and how to get you home.”
You nod your head.