Conrad's mother shook her head. "No, I won't abandon you. Even if you're a kangaroo, you're still my son."
"Mom, I can't resist it any more, I need to turn you into a kangaroo," Conrad said. "I -- I can't remember being human."
Conrad knew his memories were wrong or at least he thought they were wrong. He was growing more uncertain by the minute.
"What do you mean?" Conrad's mother asked. "Don't you remember your last birthday?"
Conrad nodded. "Yes but I remember being there as a kangaroo."
Hanging his head, Conrad closed his eyes. "Mom, please knock me out or something. Take me to a zoo, let me be with the other kangaroos."
"I won't do that to you," Conrad's mother said. "You're still my son, even if you have fur and a tail and think you've always been a kangaroo."
Conrad tried to say something but Jake was already behind Conrad's mother. Jake undid Conrad's mother's pants, slid them down her legs and started pawing at her rear end.
"Mom, Jake's..."
"it's all right," Conrad's mother said. "Let her do it. I don't want you to be alone."
Conrad's memories now had him a kangaroo throughout his life. He no longer realized that he was misremembering.
"Please Mom, I want to fix you, please, let me fix you," Conrad said.
"It's alright Conrad, I'll do this for you."
Conrad hugged his mother and closed his eyes.
Jake's efforts were not in vain as a large tail suddenly sprouted from Conrad's mother's rear end with enough speed and force to knock Jake back. She grabbed her panties with one hand and pulled her shirt down with the other in an attempt to keep herself decent.
The weight of the tail caused Conrad's mother to fall out of Conrad's arms and back onto her tail.
Undeterred, Jake hopped over to Conrad's mother's shoes, undid them and pulled them off before pulling her socks off and starting to lick her feet.
"Don't worry, I'll have you fixed in a jiffy," Jake said.
Conrad watched for a few seconds but was unable to resist the urge to help Jake. He made his way to his mother's shoulders and started rubbing them.
His mother's feet grew longer with each lick of Jake's tongue. Fur grew from under her shirt, spreading over her shoulders, down her arms, chest and up her neck.
Fur spread from what were now kangaroo feet up her legs. As it reached her hips, she reached down with furry arms and pawed at the jeans by her feet.
"Need to get them off," she said.
Jake giggled, grabbed the jeans and yanked them off.
Conrad continued to massage as the fur reached his mother's head.
Her mouth and nose grew out into a muzzle and her hair receded as fur took its place. Humans ears receded into her skull as large kangaroo ears appeared atop her head.
For Conrad's mother, worry over either of them seeing her naked (or at least in the fur) started vanishing when her hips began to expand in such a way that it was pointless for her to hold up her panties. Besides, she'd changed enough down there to be unrecognizable to anyone. She let go of her panties and shirt.
She managed to stand and found herself leaning forward somewhat. Conrad used his tail to stand on to allow himself to keep massaging her shoulders (which seemed to remain).
Fur travelling up her torso met the fur travelling down and Conrad's mother was a kangaroo. Conrad stopped massaging and Jake stopped licking.
"That was faster then I expected," Conrad's mother said.
"Of course, we were both helping to cure you," Jake said.
"How do you feel Mom?" Conrad asked.
Conrad's mother looked at the shirt that now felt out of place on her torso.
"I feel like -- like -- hopping," Conrad's mother said.
"We should find others to cure," Jake said. "It'll be fun!"
"We can do that later dear, first we should get some exercise," Conrad's mother said.
Conrad's mental imagine of his mother as a human was fading. The kangaroo female that now stood before him was looking more accurate by the second. Any worries over seeing her undressed faded. Private parts were a human concept. For them, clothes were there to look good, but for little other reason.
For Conrad's mother, her memories of life as a human were changing. Instead of remembering running the marathons she'd run twenty years ago as a human, she now remembered hopping through them! While the results were the same, she simply attributed that to the better racer winning. Memories of carrying Conrad around in a stroller made way for memories of a pouch.
While kangaroo, Conrad's mother was still intelligent and did some human things. Personal preferences for soap became that for shampoo. Food choices changed to vegetarian diets but the restaurant choices remained.
"Hopping sounds fun," Jake said. "Come on, we can get some food from the field! But first, we should stop at my home and fix my parents!"
"I'll race you," Conrad's mother said.