You stare at yourself in the mirror. Eating the trash has now made you half man half raccoon. Your head is now that of a raccoon's. You open open your mouth to find rows of sharp teeth. You start to notice something feels tight, pushed against your pants, you take them off and find a large bushy tail spring up. You get the idea to remove the rest of your clothes to see the damage. After removing everything you examine your body, it's covered in the same grey fur that covered the mask, you have grown a slight gut, your hands and feet have become more paw-like as well as grown claws and you now have a massive pair of balls. Now is not the time to panic, you know you need to think of a plan, you think of one. You look at your clothes, they are filthy and stink, but it's about all you have.You brush them off and put them back on, tucking your tail into you pantleg. You spend some time fiddleing around with them in the mirror, playing with your hoodie to make yourself look as inconspicous as possible. After settling on a look. You decide to put your plan into action.