"You know Doc," Carrie said, "A lot of these choices are awfully tempting. But have you ever heard of a wereshark?"
"I can't say that I have," replied Doctor Thompson, "A most unorthodox choice. The wereshark package is a beguiling blend of man and shark. For a woman such as yourself, you'd look stunning as one."
"But would I have to stay underwater?" Carrie didn't want to spend the rest of her life at Seaworld.
"Oh no, our weresharks are highly adaptive. You can breathe water or air with equal ease."
Her fears put aside, Carrie chose the wereshark treatment. The good doctor dutifully produced an Ipod and gave it to her. It was fuchsia.
"Now, in order for the procedure to work, you need to listen to the entire album. Do you understand?"
Carrie nodded.
"All righty then! Enjoy the change! Now, if you have any problems, just call this number." He gave Carrie his card. "Now have a pleasant evening!"
Carrie left the office and looked at the Ipod. It had an album on it called "Mayhem". What could it mean? She shrugged and wore the ear phones that came with it. She flicked it onto autoplay and began walking towards her hotel room. John was going to have a little surprise when he came back...
The music from the Ipod was upbeat techno music. Carrie felt herself walking in rhythm with the music as she went down the sidewalk. Her hair turned a glossy jet black and went down to her waist, becoming thick and wavy. She grew many fuchsia highlights in her hair and her bangs turned into a long fringe. She giggled as she felt her new locks and began tossing her head back and forth with the rhythm, enjoying the new feelings.
Her eyes became a lime green with mascara and fuchsia eyeliner complementing this new appearance.
Her clothes began to ripple, changing to suit her new appearance. Her shirt split at the sleeves, which melted down until they reached her elbow, becoming yellow and black striped arm warmers. Her shirt reformed into a a corset with yellow trim. The top half was grey, and the bottom black. A zipper materialized on it. Her skirt melded into a black pair of bell-bottoms with a yellow stripe running down the hem. Her belt became black with a fuchsia trim and zig-zagging yellow stripe running down the length of it. Her shoes turned into a stylish pair of pink converses with maybe three or four inches of elevation. Carrie looked like she was going to a rave, or like a punk.
Reaching the hotel, Carrie came to a stop, feeling her new hair tickle at her. The album was over, which meant that she was a wereshark now. So time to test it out! She stepped inside the elevator and began cupping her breasts, moaning at the sensations. She could feel them swelling underneath her hands. Elevator door opened, Carrie entered her room while fondling herself, her breasts having grown their two breast sizes.
Her womanhood moist with excitement, Carrie could feel her skin changing. It was becoming a greyish-blue and became smooth and soft. Feeling a pushing on her face, she hurries towards a mirror. Her face was transforming into a feminine snout. Smiling, she saw that her mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth. Gills grew on the side of her neck.
"Well well sexy, where have you been?", giggled Carrie. Her voice had a musical, lilting quality to it. She cooed at herself and stroked at her womanhood. But a loud ripping noise interrupted her.
The dorsal fin of a shark ripped through her corset, which magically repaired itself. It was cute and served to only enhance her femininity.
At the sound of a second ripping she rolled her eyes and turned around. Her tail was coming in! It was a foot thick and as long as she was tall. Looks like she would be at home at land or sea.
Flexing the new appendage, she quickly seized control of it and used it to pet her womanhood, still protected by her new pants. She was stroking and petting her new breasts, delicious succulent melons begging to be played with. Sparks and fireworks went off in her head and her knees buckled. She orgasmed from the heavy petting she was giving herself, leaving a small stain in her new pants. She leaned forward and lapped at her feminine juices, savoring her own flavor.
He tail whipped about with impatience. She was horny, so very horny. She wanted to be penetrated by a strong male presence. John was in for a big surprise when he came back...