Sandra whimpered softly as she took the dice, trying not to look at her friends and what had happened to them. She knew that the next roll of the dice would do something similar, or worse, to her and she didn't want to chicken out. The temptation to try and cheat was strong, but after what had happened to Emily she was too afraid to try anything. Somehow the game seemed to know what they were doing and maybe even what they were thinking and she didn't want to give it any ideas.
Letting the dice drop she whimpered again, louder this time, "I rolled a two!"
"Don't worry," Tracy tried to reassure, but seemed to be having a very hard time coming to terms with his new, male form, if how startled he looked at the sound of his own voice was anything to go by, "Things'll average out in the end."
Trying to be brave Sandra moved her piece and drew her card, her fluffy tail twitching slightly at what she saw, "It's not as bad as it could be. The card says 'At this rate things are slow - The game will take forever to run its course - Move your piece two more squares, but don't draw a card - Then you can plod on with the hooves of a horse'.
Her shoes started to feel too tight and she kicked them off, then pulled off her socks in time to watch as her nails thickened and her toes. There was a chorus of popping sounds from the bones of her feet as they elongated and became more sturdy so that she could stand on the tips of her toes without strain. Her nails grew darker until they were a deep brownish color.
Above her hooves her skin began to tingle and itch and when she went to scratch she could feel thick hairs pushing their way up through her skin. The itching spread until she had rich, chestnut red fur going half way up her shins.
Emily hopped off the bed to get a closer look, her clothing hanging off of her so that she looked like a little girl playing dress up. The eleven year old girl smiled, "You know, between the red fur on your legs and the gray fur of your wolf ears and tail it's kind of pretty."
Sandra looked at Emily, not sure if she was sincere or not, "Thanks I guess, though you probably got off the best of all of us so far."
Emily frowned, "Yeah right. I don't want to be little like this."
"None of us want to be like this," Tracy laughed bitterly, "But it's your turn next."
Emily stuck her tongue out at her Tracy and put her hands on her hips, "I'll take my turn, but if it's something freaky like me turning into a guy like you or getting huge cow-boobs like Samantha I'm never talking to you again."
"Hey!" Samantha complained, "They're just really big. I'm not a cow or anything."
"You milked yourself like a big smelly cow," Emily snapped back.
Samantha crossed her arms over her breasts defensively, "I had to!"
"Both of you stop it!" Tracy boomed, standing up, "Emily, roll the dice."
"I hope I get an animal one," Emily said darkly, "Not one that turns me into a big jerk like you."
Picking up the dice she threw them violently down.