Crying was all he could do. Whether it was female hormones or simply human emotion, he could not bring himself to think straight. But just because he could not carry on did not mean the changes would not.
Pointed ears poked through his long black hair and, over the waistband of his sweats, a sinew grew out of his tailbone. He was unaware of any of this until there was a poking in his hands. That poke quickly became a force though, splitting his hands until they fell away from his face.
James arched back, head pointed upwards, as bones cracked and the magic ran over him. As his nose began to turn black it also pushing away into what- somehow he managed to figure- was clearly a new muzzle for him. Whiskers poked from his cheeks as his teeth got a little sharper.
He managed to fall forward onto hands just in time to watch them change too. Nails growing, darkening and palms gaining pads.
"Wh... wh..." He was beyond words.
The fur came next and it struck with a furrious- sorry, bad pun (oxymoron, all puns are bad)- vengeance. Spreading from his hands up his thin arms to his shoulders. Rolling onto his side, his shirt began to itch him awfully and, using his new nails, ripped it open; freeing his new breasts to the fresh air.
Behind him his new tail was billowing out with the stripes of a raccoon and the mask around his eyes, though he could not really see it yet, was also quite nice. The fur on his legs was covered by his sweats but still definitely there, all the way to his new formed claw feet.
Finally, in a flourish, James groaned as his final form took shape; a fully realized female, anthro raccoon in grey sweats in the middle of an apartment floor amongst tatters of a shirt.
His chest heaved and mind finally became to soothe. His wits- all of which were still very masculine- returned to him as his new reality dawned on him.