After you've cleared the pouch, you look back to see if you've woken her. It's difficult to tell for sure, dark as it is, but she doesn't appear to stir. Moving is difficult. Not just because your legs are slowly changing from humans to kangaroo legs, but also because you've been cramped up for a long time. You're paw-like hands quickly take stock of your situation. You're face is a bit longer and you've got fur rather then hair, and your ears are more roo then human. You're legs have gotten a bit shorter, you think, and your feet are definitely longer and thinner. There are some patches of fur growing sporadically all over your body. But what are you doing? You've got to get out of here. You begin to do so, but you're startled by a familiar voice, gentle and caring, but with a hint of exasperation.
"Where will you go?" she asks. You turn around to face your would-be adoptive mother.
"Where will you go like that? Half human, half roo, fur growing on your head and neck and back. Where could you run away to? If they catch you in your own society they'll lock you up in some laboratory to be poked and prodded and studied. I won't stop you, you can run. But you would run your entire life." she says. Then she shuffles closer to you, brushing your cheek with her paws.
"Or you could stay. You could stay with one who accepts you so fully that as soon as she saw you, she wanted you to be her own. Can anyone you know claim to love or accept you more fully, even as a human?" she asks, looking down on you with smiling eyes. You don't answer right away so she sighs.
"Choose now." she says "in a few moments I won't be able to bare to see you go. Leave me but forever, for I'll never accept you again. Or stay." she says and hold her pouch open slightly for you.
You...