Just as you are about to chow down on the fish, something taps your back. You turn around to see another raccoon looking at you. The raccoon sniffs you before pawing at your shirt. You then realize that in the time it took you to grab at the fish, your changes had progressed steadily. Your pants have since fallen off and your shirt now covers your entire body. The raccoon looks at you and motions for you to take the shirt off. You sit up and remove it; animals don’t wear clothes afterall. After getting your shirt off, you throw it to the side and look down at your body, you are only a little bigger then the other raccoon, and you entire body is covered in a pelt of the grayish brown fur.
The raccoon walks over to you and walks around you, looking at your body. You stand up, instinctively standing on all fours and walk over to it and sniff it. Its scent somehow tells you that it is a female. She smiled at you and then looks at the fish.
“Careful, if you eat it, you’ll completely lose yourself to your new body” she suddenly says.
“You can talk?” you ask, realizing that you can still as well, although your voice sounds different, a little higher pitched then your used to. The female raccoon walks over to the fish and puts it back in the water; the fish quickly swims away.
“Why did you do that? I wanted to eat that!” you say.
“Another 30 seconds and it would have been dead, I got here just in time. Believe me, I’m doing you a favor, if you ate the fish you not only would have lost yourself to this body, but you would have been locked in it.” She says.
“But how do you know?” you ask.
“Because I’ve seen it happen to countless others and to me” she says. You walk up to her and sniff her, she smells very nice to you, perhaps a little too nice.
“You seem to be in control and you make a very beautiful raccoon, and I do feel pretty neat this way, would being locked in this body be so bad?” you asked.
“Well, it really isn’t, in fact once you get used to being an animal and learn to control the urges it’s pretty neat.” She says.
“What kind of urges?” you ask, although with the fact that she’s a female and you’re a male, you get a pretty good idea. You find yourself starting to think dirty thoughts but quickly shake them off.
“Well, the urge you just shook off for one, had you eaten that fish, you wouldn’t be able to shake it off” she slyly says. If you could have blushed you would have.
“How did you know?” you ask. She points to her nose and grins.
“It’s this sense of smell, as you are probably figuring out it’s very strong, when you thought about ‘that’, your body began to release pheromones and hormones. To put it mildly, I could smell that desire from a mile away. But don’t be embarrassed, the fact you shook it off is good.” She says.
“If I don’t eat a fish, how long until I revert?” you ask.
“At sundown” she says. You look at her and then at the pond and ponder what to do next. Do you...