Getting back up he directly saw the shirt wasn’t too small anymore. He still was a bit disoriented and looked in the mirror once again; his t-shirt looked great on him. His red hair was no more as it was replaced with black hair. A white stripe ran through it. He looked down at the box he tripped over before. Shirts, Pants, underwear, necklaces, socks and bracelets of all different colours and shapes.
“Shawn, make that you’re ready for school in about ten minutes.” A female voiced yelled through the house. He recognized the voice and replied on it. “Kay, mom”
“mom?” how did that word come out? He hadn’t seen his mom since he had been nine years old. An age he was now probably. Had reality changed somehow already? After scratching behind his ears. (small black hairs were growing) he took a pretty looking amulet and put it around his neck.
He went down the stairs feeling how his tail brushed against the wood of the stairs and looked astonished how the house was living again. It was if the house had went back in time. His mom was making his lunch. She didn’t seem to have changed a bit. Shawn scratched again after his ears. He stopped scratching as he felt the soft fur.
“Cool” he silently said at no one but himself.
‘How can this be cool? I’m frigging changing in a skunk!’ he directly thought afterwards. But a moment later he couldn’t recall what he just had thought. He tired to recall but how harder he tried the stranger he felt. He felt light-headed for a moment and then blinked. Wondering what just had happened.
As he set off with his schoolbag and passed the small mirror in the hall he saw his ears had become rounder, sticking on the top of his head now. Another thing he noticed his eye colour had changed. Brown had become dark-blue. He became excited somehow. He liked the changes. His mom opened the door and guided him to the car. he stepped in the backseat and looked through the window as the car engine started. He vaguely saw his reflection in the glass. Where the white of his hair stopped it now continued on his forehead going down. His nose was smaller and more triangulated and was slowly merging into a short muzzle. He could feel it change.
His hands were now the attention, he saw his finger retreat in his hand as his remaining hands became furred in black. Pads were forming and his fingers lost their nails. To be replaced by small claws. His fingers where thicker and smaller. But still useable. The fur spread downs his arms. The feeling was marvellous . and there did it stop also. He looked down and saw his feet and legs had given the same treatment. Looking in the mirror of the car he saw his muzzle had completely formed.
“Okay, honey. Have a good day, see you here after school okay” She hugged him. (something that felt wonderful”
School had begun.