Amy, still coughing, backed away from the shopkeeper. The man was walking towards her with a white collar in hand.
Amy's ears started to travel up her head, "no, stop this."
"Don't fight it. Once you're wearing your collar, you'll feel much better." The shopkeeper lunges for Amy, but she dodges away, an animalistic cry escaping her forming muzzle.
She glanced down at her hands, now nearly black paws. Fur was starting to travel up her arms, and she was getting scared that the changes wouldn't stop, even if she escaped. She looked around the back room, looking for an answer.