When you hop toward the sound, you see that it's not a human but another kangaroo! Judging by its scent, a female kangaroo. You don't know how you know this but knowing such things comforts you. Better then being ignorant it seems.
The kangaroo seems to be muttering to herself. The fact that a wild animal is speaking evokes hope that she's another transformed human and perhaps together you can find a cure.
When you hop behind her and touch her shoulder, she turns around and kicks you with her powerful feet, sending you sprawling onto your back. She's over you in a second.
"Who do you think you are? You think you can just mate with me and leave me alone to take care of your baby while you do the same thing to who knows how many other females? Who am I kidding, you probably don't even understand me."
You're naked, on your back and a naked female of your new species is standing over you. She's angry as heck. If she weren't so mad and your situation wasn't so desperate, you might be a little excited.
"Actually, I do," you say.
She blinks and folds her arms. You realize that you both probably have longer arms then a natural kangaroo.
"Wait, you can speak?"
You nod.
"Let me guess, you woke up in a chamber?" she asks.
You nod once again.
"Well, as you see, we can speak. Well, sort of I guess. They just hear it as grunts and clicks," she says. "real kangaroos are too ignorant to understand us."
"Why did you choose kangaroo if you think they're stupid?"
"I said ignorant, not stupid. To be honest, I'd seen one at a petting zoo the day before -- okay, so we both ended up in that same chamber. Why did you choose a kangaroo?" she asks.
"I thought they were cool. Anyway, I didn't exactly get much time to decide," you say.
She steps out of the way and helps you up. You look her over and realize that you find her attractive. She even smells nice. Though, you can't help but wonder if the chamber has altered your perceptions of scents. For all you know, she stinks to high heaven and you just like that smell now and can't remember it being bad as to a human.
"So, why were you muttering to yourself?" you ask.
"I've been here for at least a month, it gets maddening. It's nice that I have someone else -- wait a second, don't go getting ideas. I know we're both naked and alone, it's hot out and we have instincts and stuff but don't go thinking that this is going to be a sexorama or something."
You blink. "Why would I think that?"
"You're forgetting that we're not wearing clothes," she says.
She points to you and you look down to see that your body is telling her things you'd rather it didn't.
"Oh geeze, it really looks like that?"
"That's right. Now, don't go getting ideas. You want to lick yourself, be my guest. I'll turn the other way and pretend you're a natural roo that doesn't know what he's doing."
"I..."
You're about to say something when you start to feel the effects of your apparent arousal. You blink as hormones flood your mind in an attempt to push out all but the smuttiest of thoughts. It's as though your mind was a cable package that allows hundreds of stations and someone is gradually growing closer to filtering out all but the prono stations.
The female kangaroo turns around and you look at what is now (and what may be for the rest of your life) a kangaroo version of your manhood. It's yours and yet not yours. Touching it in any way feels almost perverse, as though you're violating an innocent animal.
Hormones might be trying to tell you otherwise but you're still in control enough to have a sense of right and wrong.
"This isn't right," you say.
"What isn't right?" she asks.
"I can't just touch that *thing*. It's not my real thing. Playing with this body would be disgusting!"
It seemed that your mind hasn't filtered out what you might describe as a channel that plays nothing but public service announcements. They may be corny but you still learn things from them.
The female turns around.
"Look, one thing I've learned in the time I've been out here is that, you need to accept this body as your own. I can accept you seeing me naked with that way of thinking because my kangaroo self is well, a kangaroo. As a kangaroo, privacy doesn't exist for me. If I changed back, I'd expect you to avert your eyes but right now, we're just two kangaroos in the wild. Sure, we're intelligent and all, but we have to remember that intelligent or not, we're still kangaroos."
"But, if we know better then shouldn't we act better?"
"Maybe we should but maybe we should have fun while we still can. The way I see it, what happens out here, stays out here," she says.
Her approval is starting that filter up again. Few decent channels remain. Your control is slipping. You'd never do this in front of a woman, especially one you just met. However, those rules are human rules and right now, neither of you is human.
"Can you lick me?" you ask.
It's a perverse request, one you'd never make as a human, but the same rule from before seems to apply.
"Are you serious?" she asks.
"Well, you did say that we can ignore human rules. I'm sorry, I know it might be gross and you can say no if you want. I know I can't really reciprocate without risking you getting pregnant and that's not really fair and..."
"It's all right. That's just nature I guess. All right honey. I'd normally never do this and this stays here. Might as well see what it's like -- for both of us," she says.
"Really?" you ask.
"Yes, really. Lay back and get ready honey because I'm about to show you that being a roo just might be worth hanging onto."
The filter just shut off the public service announcement channel and is now only letting the porno stations though.