You shake your head and slowly, shakily stand. Your digitigrade feet are unfamiliar, as is the redistribution of your weight and the change in the structure of your legs. A soft breeze whips through the air, carrying the unmistakable scent of flowers with it - in fact, it carries many smells with it. Some of the scents are unfamiliar, but many you can recognize almost instantly with just the faintest whiff thanks to your new form. Your tail wags slightly in instinct at the happiness of the realization, only to stop as you realize fully what you've become.
"This is..." you finally work up the courage to try to speak. "This is impossible..."
The voice is definitely unfamiliar, the voice of a soft and gentle woman. You seem to be completely alone here in the woods, with no sound, smell nor familiar sight to indicate where your home might be. As you take a first shaky step, you feel an enormous pressure grow in your loins and you groan uncomfortably. Hurrying over to a tree as best as you can, you manage to avoid falling over in your quest to relieve yourself - a new body you might have, but it seems last night's drinking hadn't been forgotten.
At the tree, you hesitate. Normally you would unzip and make it happen, but a quick glance down shows how impossible that was going to be. Faced with little choice, you uncomfortably squat and do your best not to look ashamed as you relieve your urine onto the tree's roots. Long moments pass before you work up the courage to stand again and try to figure out who - or what - you have become.
"My name is..." you start to say, intent on reminding yourself who you are, but the words choke in your mouth. You know your name, you KNOW you know your name; yet, no matter how many times you try the words do not form in your throat.
Your throat...you feel the jingle of the necklace still around your neck. You don't know when or how you put it on, but it clearly has something to do with this catastrophe. If you're going to get back to normal, this is surely going to be a part of it. You're clearly under some kind of spell, and now as a vixen you have no familiar form and you can't even say your own name. Your mind aches trying to think of how to fix this, but before long your stomach makes a demanding grumble. You're hungry.