She scritches further down your neck, where you feel that fur has been starting to grow. "That's right, little one, another nap is what you need. When you wake up you'll be all the closer to being my joey!" You struggle uselessly, shaking your head. Cradling you within her pouch, she begins to sing. Her song is overwhelming, but you try and shut it out, as best as you can, thinking other thoughts, but the melody quickly catches on in your head.
Drowsiness starts to overcome you, but you work to keep your eyelids open. Time feels as if it is slowing down gradually. She fondles your human ears, which have become slightly pointed at the edges. It feels good to give in after struggling and just rest and sleep for a while... she rocks you gently back and forth on her robust legs, and you slide back into unconsciousness.
You wake back up again unaware of how much time has passed. All is quiet now. You've still got the pacifier in your mouth, and try as you might, you can't spit it out. But as you look up, you see the femme kangaroo has fallen asleep herself, reclining backwards, perhaps put to sleep by her own song! However, she looks larger, as if the time you've spent in her pouch has shrunken you. The pouch isn't as tight now, and with her asleep, you might be able to make a getaway from this crazy place before you change any further. You place your hands-which you notice, with dismay, have begun to look a little more paw-like-on the side of the pouch, and begin to pull yourself out...