When Bets came home she found her mother in the kitchen, working on some kind of grand dinner, as she always did on fridays. Her mother looked up as she entered and smiled.
"Did you have a nice day in school, hun?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," Bets mumbled, not feeling up to talking. She couldn't get the image of that man out of her head, nor the funny feeling she'd gotten all of a sudden. But, they'd probably never see his ugly face again, so why bother thinking about it.
"Dinner'll be ready in about half an hour," her mother indicated the slowly frying watchamancallit and the boiling thingamajigs, "so why don't you take a quick shower?" Bets nodded and walked up the stairs and into her bedroom.
She took her towel and walked to the bathroom she and her brother had between their rooms and locked both doors. She quickly got undressed and gave herself a lookover in the mirror.
'Hnn...' she thought for herself, 'I wish I'd have the body of April, or at least Chastity. I look like I'm eleven.' She shrugged and stepped up in the bathtub, which also served as a shower.
She began to shower, at first cold which made her small nipples stiff and sensitive and then gradually it became hotter and they shrank back. Her long hair took some time to shampoo in so she had plenty of time to think, something she found easiest to do in the shower.
'I wonder if that man got upset...' she thought as she massaged the shampoo into her long hair, '...nah, he's probably used to it. Lardass.' As she showered the shampoo out of her hair, she noticed it had taken on a slightly brown shade, as if it had been dyed. Which was strange, because her hair was brown already. 'maybe it's just the brand,' she thought, but when the brown continued to pour down her body and down the drain she started feeling weird. She quickly finished showering and stepped out of the bathtub, her towel wrapped around her hair while she took one of the towels in the bathroom and wrapped it around herself.
The steam on the mirror made it hard to see anything at first, but the fan they'd gotten installed last year soon took care of all the excess moist and steam. As her image slowly appeared in the mirror Bets drew a sigh of relief. Nothing had happened. She'd been worried there for a while, although when thinking about it, she had no idea why she'd worry. Like if that fat man would actually do anything.
Then the towel around her hair fell to the ground.
Bets stared at the image in the mirror, unable to say a word. Her hair had gone pure-white, like snow. She touched it slowly but quickly pulled her hand back. It was soft, like fur.
Suddenly an intense pain emerged from her stomach and quickly spread through the rest of her body. She knelt down and had to bite her lip not to scream. Her skin began to scratch and she ripped off the towel, instantly scratching her reddening skin.
It felt good, like she was scratching a giant mosquito bite, and she went at it with all her strength. She barely noticed how hair slowly crept out of her skin all around her body. Her pubic hair was changing the same way as her hair on her head. Small strands of black hair, no, fur, began creeping out everywhere, and finally she noticed them. Now she wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Her face was wrecked in pain as the very bones reformed themselves, her face drawing out to become a muzzle, it too sprouting fur.
She tried to grab hold of the sink, but her hand was a nest of pain and she couldn't feel if she'd gotten hold of the sink or not.
A sting in her tailbone alerted her that her spine was extending slowly, growing a layer of nerves, flesh and skin over it. A short tail had been formed and it was growing steadily as she watched.
She felt a pushing sensation in her chest and looked down to see her breast, once small A-sizes, were growing steadily. She realized that they were approaching C... no wait, D size. She couldn't believe this, D-cups? In the midst of the transformation, pain and fear she was actually pleased to see her breasts grow, and this shocked her, but not for long. Her brain, realizing by itself that she wasn't dying, but indeed improving, began sending endorphin through her body, calming her senses and bringing pleasure. In an instance the pain was turned into a low warmth and she leaned her head against the bathtub, calm and pleased.
The last stages of her transformation was finished and she woke up with a snap. She looked around, something white constantly falling into her vision. She tried to brush it away and noticed it was in fact her hair. When she looked at her hand, she realized it was now much slender and petit than before, but now covered in short black fur. She began to further examine her body, and realized that it was entirely covered in this black fur. No, not just black. Black and white, in a pattern she soon recognized.
Her brain, which was still sending out tiny doses of endorphin, made sure she remained calm and happy, and she barely even remembered that she wasn't supposed to look like this.
Her hands went to her legs, more muscular than before actually, and then to her tummy, her tail, and finally to her breasts. She looked down on them and smiled. In her drugged mind, she was happy that she'd now gotten the biggest tits in her school. She began to play with them, teasing the now slightly larger nipples, making them erect and even bigger, over twice the size of their former selves.
Her breasts, although big, didn't carry that stiffness you usually get with implants, and she massaged them, loving the softness of both the fur and the flesh. Her vagina, which had remained unnoticed until now, began to get slightly damp, and she moved one hand down to it, experimenting slightly.
It was still basically the same, and happily she began to rub it, first the outer mound and then quickly into it until she found her clit. The pleasure was undescribable, she worked her nipples and clit fastly and soon she came, nearly screaming in pleasure.
Then came a knock on the door