He looks at the clock. He didn't know when mom would get home, but he heard something about a buisness meeting, which could be quite hard to make any time out of her, she always said about one hour to two days. But he had to try and give it a chance. He looked at the kinds of transformations. He had looked at a few transformation pages on the internet, but fortunately just in text and pictures. It didn't get more intresting than that, but it had repeated itself in his brain and he just couldn't stop thinking about it. Now he really had the 'real thing'. He said quiet out loud as he read. "Furry transformation packages." And in small letters underneath as a description: "Half human, half animal, this is the furry packages that contains things like werewolves, werebears, horse morph and more other creatures than you could ever imagine." He gave up a long "Oooooh" and then he looked around at some other options. On the side of the site, small popups with "Spice your sex, make yourself lesbian" and "Stancing Pony, to be or not to be". He laughed and then clicked on the "Furry Transformations" headline after been lloking at the site and the options. They popped up from nowhere. He saw a big list and his Chronivac program launched beside and he could every transformation on it from the site in a small window, and it said underneath it was based on his fact the he had typed in the setup of the program. It really looked like him... "Intresting...". He didn't knew what he liked. But as he scrolled in the enourmous list, he had chosen twenty nice ones. He sighed...which one...which one...
He looked at his side. "Yes..." He said to himself. A 20 numbered dice laid on the desk beside him. His younger brother was out playing roleplaying games, but he always kept it in his room because it was the only place safe from his sister, which he totally understood why he thought so. Jeff picked up the dice, and hold it in his hands as he typed on the 'notepad' the transformations he had chosen and the number for it. After typing it ready, he held the dice hard in his hand, and then against his chest. "Was it going to work?", he thought. The dice rolled against the wooden desk...