Caroline whispers, "Is it true what they say about rabbits?"
If I blushed you couldn't see it for all my fur, but my whiskers twitched and my ears shot straight up. There was no denying that the object tenting my trousers was not just a big carrot. There was no denying that Caroline was hot, and that I was horny. It was just that she was human, and I was now a hot-blooded rabbit man. To be honest, I was confused there was an old stuffed animal on top of the bookcase that I now found strangely erotic.
"It's true what they say about rabbits, I guess, but I think we'd better find Dave first. If you're not careful you may end up with a fuzzy tail too," I bluffed.
"You have a fuzzy tail?" Caroline asked with undisguised disgust. Her hand slipped behind, and she sighed in relief not feeling a tail herself.
"Thanks to Dave and his magic hat," I said.