You pound on the door with your huge fist, nearly battering it off its hinges. You keep striking it, shouting out curses at your predicament, until you slump against the door, exhausted. You regain your composure after a moment, and as you stand up the door opens quietly. You look inside, hoping to find the mirror, but instead you find clothes.
Not just any clothes, but flannel shirts, leather jackets, and what appear to be leather harnesses. Stunned, you turn away, hoping that what you're seeing isn't real. You get another shock when you see the room though.
You're no longer in the nondescript bedroom you entered in your old body. There's a huge flag on the wall, the words "Bear Pride" adorning it. The dresser below it has a series of photographs on its ledge. You lumber over and recognize your new body in each of them.
Some have you dressed as you are now, in leather astride a vintage motorcycle. Other have you in casual wear, apparently at bars with men you don't recognize. You can tell that each of your "friends" appears to be a burly and hairy as you now are.
You don't know what to make of this, but curiosity leads you to open the top drawer of the dresser. Inside, you find more photos, this time though, you and your friends are barely dressed, marching in some kind of parade, with other hairy men in the background. You also notice the photos were sitting atop a collection of thongs and jockstraps. In the last photo you check, you are wearing noting but a jockstrap, being groped by another beast of a man.
It slowly dawns on you, you have...