You admire yourself in the mirror, and grin as you notice your thick side burns growing to connect with your beard. It's odd you don't have any moustache, and you frown as your eyebrows grow together, and the hairs start to grow down the bridge of your nose. You notice that the tight fitting bandanna seems to have slid up on your head, there's an air pocket on the top of your head.
Your hands seem to be hanging down your legs more than usual, but it feels better more natural to you. You raise your arm and pat the bandana down on your skull. Your exposed arms are downright furry, and your realize that you can roll your sleeves back down. When you'd put the jumpsuit on initially, the sleeves seemed too long, but you figured it was the design, so you could have the rolled up sleeve look common among some grease monkeys. You pull the bandana from your head, and blink. Your forehead is lower than before, and your ears pop out from the sides of your head like the handles of a jug.
You feel a cramping feeling in your pants. You open the velcro flap on the back of your jumpsuit and let your long hairy prehensile tail out. You are vaguely aware that you didn't use to have a tail, but you don't really care. It just feels good to let your tail swing free. You knuckle walk over to the door, and open it. The hallway of your home is now carpeted with sawdust, and a series of gymnastic rings hang suspended from the ceiling. You swing back to your room before heading down to the park and your eight o'clock rendevous.