Shelly had turned into an anthropomorphic lion man. She had turned into a creature that did not even exit. From putting on a wig. Her mind teetered on the brink of hysteria.
She kept a grip--a one-finger, barely holding on kind of grip, but she had it. So she tried to figure out what to do.
<Change back,> she thought. <I have to change back.>
<Why?>
Shelley balked at the insidious thought. "Because I HAVE to, that's why", she said.
<You don't, really.> she thought.
Shelley teetered for a few seconds, then thought: <NO. I do. I have...a job. And a boyfriend. And a life! I can't give all that up to be a lion!>. Then, somewhat irrationally, <I'd be burned for being a freak!>.
<Well,> she thought, ignoring that last part, <do you really have a life? You have a low-paying desk job and a boring boyfriend. Your chief joy in life is salads. What about a lion's life?
<Maybe you should give it a shot.>