Dan jumped up as he felt his tail start to slither out from above his arse. The skin looked at him with laughing eyes and an amused face, as if to torture him more. He tried to pull out the fur and tail, put was rewarded with pain. He cried out and slamed up against the wall, knocking down the stuffed periguin falcon that rest on the wall. I crashed wings down on his back, followed by a small abstract sculpture on his head, rendering him unconsious.
When Dan awoke, he lay on his stomach, and felt as if he had something on his back. A great weight that seemed to move as he rolled over to sit up. At a certain point, a searing pain went through him in two spots, one just above his but, and the other on his back. He heard a rustling and looked over to see what hurt. His eyes fell on a pair of greyish white wings, attached to his back, rippled in stripes and feathers molded into fur. He went to reach out and touch them when he got a look at his hand.
Furred and slender with a slight muscle tone he had never seen before. Black stripes were here as well, along with long black claws that looked more like they should be on a tiger, but longer, like a birds. Or a falcon! Dan remembered last night with horror. He stood up to check his reflection in his closet mirror. A dream come true stood before him.
He was a white anthro tiger, complete with the wings he had always fantized about. His tail swayed behind him, long wih matching white and black fur. His legs had reshaped into long slender objects ending in tiger like paws, giving him another foot in height. He stood on the balls of his feet and as he streched his paw, matching claws emered from flaps of skin embedded in the main structure.
He moved his wings inanticipation of flight, but should he do something first?
What should he do?