Foxy hums quietly to herself, her floofy tail swaying behind her as she pops open the oven, smiling, slipping on her red oven mitts before sliding the baking sheet out of the oven. Giving the cookies a sniff, her violet eyes widening in glee, these smell edible at least! Progress! Hip bumping the oven door closed as she sways through the isle between her... between the team's kitchen counters toward the countertop. It's been some months since her rescue, everything changed, and yet - she’s OK, with that... somewhat? Right? She catches sight of her reflection in the solar glass. Breasts disproportionately sized for her smaller frame, bigger than her head by several inches and extremely perky, bouncy and sensitive too. Wide, plump hips, a slim waist, narrowed shoulders, plump, jiggly ass, feminine facial and body features. so very little of the old Fox McCloud to be seen in the reflection as her violet eyes scan over her apron (and nothing else) clad body. Even her fur had changed. It used to be straight and short with a vibrant red-brown and white color scheme. Now she was almost universally a cream color through and through, with streaks of what she has been told is a ‘platinum blonde’ color here and there. Her fur is now so thick and luxuriously soft, curly and fluffy, like she’s wearing a cloud over her skin. It makes wearing clothing so... stifling! She tries to resist and hold back the sigh she feels coming, a wave of remorse running through her briefly before she blinks twice rapidly and glowers at her reflection. "Nothing is wrong with Me. I will not let this change get to me. I am Me." She speaks as firmly and adamantly as she can muster with her high, almost melodic voice. gone is the firm tone of command and authority, she would have trouble getting anyone outside of a music hall to take her seriously. Looking at the baking sheet in her mited hand she turns away from the kitchen window and sashays to put it down like she intended.