You just can't focus on whatever's on TV. Your thoughts keep returning to the package that just arrived. Why did it arrive now, full of bear gear the day after your transformation into a hairy brute? You know you should be thinking about how you're going to explain your situation, but your mind drifts back to the box. You shift uncomfortably, your current clothes are still too small for your new body.
Getting up from your couch, you walk back to the entry hall. You heft the package to your room, the effort causing your shirt to rip slightly. "Well, I need clothes that fit, and these were free..." you reason as you start unloading the contents. You place the bottle of "Rugged" cologne on the dresser before you dump the clothing on your bed. as the clothes tumble onto the bed, a letter hidden under the garments falls out as well. Curious, you pick it up.
"Hey, Stud
You didn't come to the park last night, couldn't BEAR being outside? I guess some new clothes are in order, you need something to wear other than that harness, so I had these sent to you. Maybe I'll see you tonight, all of you...
Your Secret Admirer
P.S. Try the cologne"
Your secret admirer? The mysterious person who caused this mess? You don't want anything to do with the sick freak who did this to you. In a rage, you pick up the bottle and throw the cologne against the wall. The glass shatters, but no liquid splashes out. Instead, an acrid-smelling brown mist expands from the impact.
You have no time to react as the fog quickly spreads through the room, blinding you and leaving you doubled over coughing. The cloud cloud soon dissipates as rapidly as it appeared. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you take a look at the spot where the mist started.
"What the..." is all you can get out. You room has changed! You try to take in everything that has changed. There's a "Bear Pride" flag on the wall where the bottle shattered. On the opposite wall is a poster of a buff, shirtless lumberjack with a flirtatious gleam in his eye. The nightstand has a stack of magazines on it now, you look over an see titles like "Woof Monthly" and "Pure Beef."
You also notice that the clothes on the bed are gone. Acting on a hunch, you open your closet door to find the flannel shirts neatly hung in place of your old clothes. On the inside of the door, though, there's a full length poster of a nude, and hairy, man in a provocative pose. Shocked, you close the door. You open one of the drawers of your dresser and find your new jock straps sitting there. You open another drawer and discover the leather harness that caused this whole mess. Your room has been remade to fit a bear!
You look at yourself in the mirror and realize that you're now wearing some of the new clothing! You're wearing one of the flannel shirts, half the buttons left open to expose your hairy chest, and your jeans are held up by the bear-claw belt.