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“Ta-daa~! How do you feel? It’s a perfect fit, don’t you think?”

You’re disoriented, your body feeling strangely… different. A familiar, sing-song voice, laced with playful mischief, cuts through the confusion. Fugue circles you, her eyes sparkling. Behind you, a fluffy, unfamiliar weight sways – a tail. Your senses are overwhelmingly sharp, sounds brighter, scents deeper. You stumble, your new legs uncoordinated.

“Whoopsie! The balance takes a teensy bit of getting used to. Foxian grace doesn’t come instantly, silly.”

A warm, damp sensation begins to spread at the seat of your pants, unbidden and unnoticed by you in your disorientation. Fugue’s nose wrinkles slightly, She steps closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Ah. And that… is the other little adjustment period. New body, new… signals. Or lack thereof. You didn’t even feel that, did you?” With a flourish, she produces a thick, plainly obvious.

“This will be your helper! No more messy accidents for you to fret over. We’ll have you changed and cozy in no time. Isn’t this much easier, my little fledgling fox?”