Amy stumbles back for a moment. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She looked back at her tail, then felt her whiskers.
"We're turning into skunks," Amy cried, fear returning to her as the smell seemed to clear up a little. Amy looked at her black furred hands, and then felt up and touched her furry ears. "Lina," Amy cried, "we're becoming skunks."
Amy turned to her friend, who was still leaning over the sink. As she watched, her friend seemed to shift in her clothing and then fall from the sink to the ground, landing softly on her hands and feet. Amy gasped as she realized her friend was now standing evenly on four legs. Lina turned to face her friend, her face now completely grown out into a muzzle.
"Lina?" Amy stared at her friend.
"Amy," Lina said, flexing her body, "this feels so good. Get down here with me."
"Lina, we're turning into skunks."
"Ya," Lina laughed, "isn't it great? Wait till you are on all fours, it feels heavenly."
Amy looked at her paw hands and then at her friend. The smell was still wafting through the bathroom, sending tingles of pleasure through Amy.