Andrew slowly drifted to awareness. "It was a dream. Yeah, a dream," he told himself. "I dreamt it all. I dreamt that I went to an arcade and won a bottle that had a cursed Djinn in it. I dreamt that the Djinn took my life and trapped me in the bottle. It was a dream that a girl freed me and I took her life. And now I'm waking up."
Andrew opened his eyes. He was extremely hot and for some reason staring at the underside of a table. "So why am I under a table," he asked himself.
Unable to grasp any answer, except that it might not have been a dream, Andrew rolled out from under the table and tried to stand up.
This proved to be no easy feat, due to the fact that Andrew's balance had shifted. Not only was there a new weight in his chest, but there was also the way his center of gravity was now also center toward the base of his spine.
Raising a hand to brush some hair away from his eyes, Andrew nearly screamed out loud at what he saw. His hand now only had three fingers and a thumb. That and there was the white fur that now covered it. But the fur didn't stop there. It continued up his arm and from there, Andrew didn't want to explore any more; at least not exposed in the open like this.
Grabbing the backpack and purse, Andrew began to stealthily make his, or now that he'd discovered it wasn't a dream, her way through the building, something her memories said was a library.
As if knowing where to go, Andrew, who was slowly coming to grips that his name was going to be Michelle for quite some time now, made her way to the woman's bathroom and entered. Fumbling about, she found the light switch and flicked it on. Next she turned and engaged the locking bolt on the door. After that, she crept deeper into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the giant mirror, Michelle gazed at the sight that was before her. Stripping off her clothes, she could see that the white fur covered her body from head to toe, which where now digigrade, meaning she was nearly walking on the balls of her toes. Even the tail that twitched back and forth was covered in white fur.
Her nose and mouth had subtly pushed out slightly into a snout with seven whiskers shouting out each side of her nose. Her ears had migrated to the top of her head and were now more rounded. Even her short mouse brown hair had changed into short white fur. Gazing into the mirror, the young lady, who at one time had been a young man, commented, "Great, I'm a bipedal mouse," as she stared at her new five foot two form.