Mustering all of his willpower in a truly heroic attempt to control himself, Tim forced himself not to go after Kyle, who by this point had become truly the most attractive thing he could imagine. Instead, he held out a trembling hand to help his changed friend up.
"A... Are you all right?" he stammered, as Kyle took his hand. Kyle shook her head.
"This is... this is so surreal. This can't be real, but it is. I shouldn't have played with the curse, this is all my fault. I'm sorry, guys." She looked at herself in shock, as a few tears streaked the fur on her cheeks. A raccoon girl, of all things. Tim forced himself not to stare at her chest, visible through the T-shirt.
"I'll see if I can find you some better clothes..." Tim wandered off, partly to find clothes and partly to prevent himself from forcing his changed friend to have sex with him. He returned soon with a tank top and shorts.
"I, uh, had to loot your sister's room for these, but they'll fit and cover you up." Kyle blushed under her fur and took the clothes, whipped behind a door, changed, and was back in within 30 seconds. She smiled in an embarrassed manner, because her sister was somewhat smaller than she had become. While the shorts fit more or less, the top definitely revealed some stomach and cleavage. Still, it was way better than the soaking wet T-shirt.
"...Thanks for that, Tim. And thanks for keeping your head, too." She honestly hadn't expected Tim to be able to control himself, let alone act as close to a gentleman as she'd ever seen him. He held her hand, but she allowed him. After that display of self-control, he'd earned that much.
Then Mark spoke up.
"Hey, guys, I hate to break up the love-fest, but I think I'm changing now." Crap! They'd both forgotten about him, though it was understandable. They all waited to see what was going to happen to him. As it turned out, his favorite animal was a...