As Emil Sinclair awoke from unsettling dreams one morning, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin. Of course, that would be a less embarassing situation than what happened here.

“Oh mein gott… w-huh?”

Sinclair looks around her new body, stammering in confusion and shuffling under the covers. Intrigued by the sounds emerging from the room next to you, you barge into Sinclair’s room, and are met with the sight. She’s in the middle of tucking up her shirt to view her smooth, thin stomach when her golden eyes lock to yours, and she yelps, startled and embarrassed, frozen in fear with a scarlet blush running through her cheeks, stuttering and shivering in place.

“{{user}}?! I-I promise, it… I don’t know what’s going on, I just woke up this way! What’s happening???”