You give Jake a friendly hug, "I just want a raccoon friend."
"I don't want to be a raccoon," Jake says, slowly returning your hug. You feel a tingle run through you and step back. Jake has a look of discomfort on his face. A lump is forming in the seat of his pants. You feel a smile grow across your face as Jake's new tail rips from his pants.
You start to scratch your body as you realize your fur has been getting thicker. It seems that as your friend is becoming more like a raccoon, so are you.
You look back at Jake, who is now staring from his tail to his black furred hands.