Twenty-four year old Steve walked through the woods and came to an open field with several grates on the ground. He coulden’t help but wonder why they were there. Walking into the field, Steve saw that the grates were over huge fans. He wondered why anyone would put a fan in the middle of an open field.
Steve peered over the grate. Suddenly, his shirt went flying off as through it had passed right through his torso.
"Hey, what the?" Steve said; noticing his voice was higher pitched.
Steve's chest began to itch. He started scratching only to see that white fur was growing all over it. His eyes went wide. Instead of running however, he stood on top of the grate. Slowly, he began to rise into the air. His jeans blew in the wind until they, much like his shirt, flew through his body and up into the air. Steve continued scratching his chest, seeing that orange fur was now sprouting all over his arms.
He was getting higher into the air yet, despite his fear of heights, he didn't worry about falling. His briefs went next, flying into the air through his body, leaving him naked with the exception of his shoes.
"Wow!" Steve said, feeling a sudden sensation of freedom. His voice made him sound years younger.
By now, a pelt of white fur had covered his chest. The fur was spreading onto the rest of Steve's torso, which, much to Steve's amusement, was growing plumper. It was almost as if he was putting a sweater on. However, this was one he doubted he'd be taking off any time soon.
Steve's shoes fell off next; they were now several sizes too big for him anyway. He saw that his leg hair was now orange fur! The wind from the fan ruffled his fur. He felt a tingle at the base of his spine. Doing a summersault in the air, Steve giggled as a pair of fluffy orange tails tipped with white sprouted from just above his rear end. Feeling light as a feather, Steve did another summersault. His white socks flew off and disappeared into the sky.
His face feeling as though he'd dunked it into water, Steve giggled much like a child would. His black human hair turned orange and then all rushed to his forehead where it became three long strands orange fur. White fur coated the bottom on his face as his mouth and nose pulled out into a cute little muzzle. Orange fur sprouted over the rest of his face as his human ears withdrew into his skull. The momentary deafness ended when new long pointed fox ears emerged on top of his head.
Steve, now able to fly under his own power, began rotating his tails as he flew out of the stream of air. He saw something fly towards him. It was his clothes. They turned white and then into pure energy as they circled his feet and hands before becoming sneakers and gloves his size.
Giggling, Steve flew high over the forest, watching the events below. He knew who he'd become, (or at least had become a facsimile of) and felt overjoyed. He wondered what to do next.