Thomas continued onward through the dense foliage. For a while, she walked on in silence, the only sound Kismet's occaisional directions. Her mind wandered as her body tirelessly plodded onwards.
I've been turned into a combination of a fox and a woman, complete with the bodies' original owner inside my head. She says I can't change back unless we free more locked-up magic, so I'm walking through a forest at night towards god know what. On the plus side, this body would be awesome if it weren't a freak.
"Hey, I resent that, you know," muttered the fox riding on her shoulder. Kismet flexed her claws irratably. "I can't help but hear your thoughts when they wander like that... C'mon, we should stop for the night. Even we need sleep." Thomas shruged, looked up at the moon, and found a likely spot out of the wind, unpacking the large rugged blanket from her backpack. Wrapping it around herself, she stretched out on the forest floor, and tried to sleep.
Sleep wouldn't come easily, though. Thomas looked up at the stars through the trees for an hour. She held up a hand for inspection. Short, velvetty black fur, and black pads on her palm, each digit tipped with a small, sharp claw, and overall in a delicate, feminine cast. She looked up her arm at where the black became a longer, silkier russet. She touched her arm with a tiny shudder, and then brought her hands up to her face.
Softly, she explored the new nooks and crannies of her new face, feeling along the bridge of her muzzle. She felt her whiskers - she hadn't even noticed those. It was so unreal... She felt her ears swivel automatically at the sounds of the forest... She pulled the medallion from the dangling spot between her breasts. Breasts... She shivered again and rolled onto her side, sleep finally reaching her with one hand clasped to the amulet.
Thomas and Kismet had strange dreams. Thomas dreampt of wielding huge forces, of laughing defiantly and the close contact of fur. Kismet dreampt of a warm feeling of... of belonging, and contentment, that was alien to her. Like most dreams, though, these faded away moments after Thomas opened her eyes.
There was a smell. She also felt something warm pressed against her stomach, but the smell was more important at the moment. It was like suddenly becoming literate in a library - before, there were just little books, big books, red blue and green books, but now... Now she could read the titles on the smells. It was... musty... Centers of Kismet's brain opened up to her instincts. She knew what that smell was... It was a fox. So when Thomas looked at the fox that had chosen to sleep up against her stomach, she wasn't surprised. Kismet? Why is there a fox that isn't you sleeping on me?
"Probably liked the smell of you," said Kismet. "Give him a bit of food, then let's go. We can probably be there today." Thomas carefully fed the fox. Even though it was showing no fear, that was no reason not to be cautious. She packed up the blanket, hoisted, the backpack, and went on walking.
Hours later, around midmorning, the dual-personality foxwoman comes across...