"Okay, I can tell you're having a difficult time adjusting to this," Trish sympathized. "I'll take it easy on you. You can go back to your original age."
"Seriously?" Sam asked. Her skunk ears and tail stood up eagerly.
"Seriously."
"Please. If you're not going to change me back into a human yet, at least do that for me."
Trish felt a twinge of regret for roping her friend into this line of experiments. She felt this offer was a way of repaying some of what she had done to her.
With a zap of the remote, Sam was restored to her eighteen-year-old self. She had all her original clothes, although her pants now had a hole in the back so her tail could poke out. Tricia was taken aback at this new change. What was once a cute little skunk-girl was now a rather voluptuous and curvy skunk babe. The small shirt and low-rise pants gave away a generous amount of black-and-white-furred midriff. Her tail swished satisfyingly behind her. Her hair had returned to its normal appearance, bangs at her forehead and the rest falling halfway down her back, except they were still white as snow.
"Wow," Sam said, looking herself over in the mirror. "This is even stranger than being a little girl skunk. This is like I'm wearing a costume. A really good costume.
"I've made sure the remote has changed the perceptions of everyone outside this room. To them, you've always been a skunk, and they don't find it unusual."
"The same way I didn't find your cowgirl form unusual," Sam said. "Hey, speaking of which, why don't you go ahead and change yourself back into a cow? That way we can both be freaks together."