Chapter 2

A sharp pungent smell brought me back to consciousness. I opened my eyes and saw Mom's face right in front of me. She had a worried expression on her face as she looked at me. 'Why is she does she have that kind of expression?' Then my memory returned, and I suddenly knew again why I'd passed out. 'I'm a freak now; I'm not worthy to be alive.' I started screaming again, but only for a few seconds, because my Dad, whom I even hadn't noticed yet, gave me a whack with his flat hand on both my cheeks.

That did the trick all right. I stopped screaming, but started crying. 'I never cry, why am I crying now all of a sudden? Okay, I've never been such an abomination before, either.' Mom hugged me tightly making soft sweet noises while I cried my heart out.

After what seemed like hours to me I managed to slow my crying down to a sob. When I opened my eyes again I noticed that Dad had left my room, I was now all alone with Mom. She turned my head, making me look at her. "Feeling better now?"

In my new sickly sweet high voice I answered in anguish, "No I'm not. Look at me, I'm a freak, an abomination!" Mom shook me hard and said harshly, "Don't you ever say or even think like that. You're still our child, even though you are now the daughter I never had."

'Oh fuck!. Oops, better not use that word anymore. I even forgot that I didn't have the same plumbing that I was used to anymore. I had noticed that I was a girl now, but it wasn't prominent in my mind.' Now that she mentioned it, I really noticed the differences in my body. I had breasts, not overly big ones, but they were there nonetheless and really noticable. Then there was the absence between my legs. I only noticed it now, as I had earlier been preoccupied with my other changes. Mom asked me, "Do you feel up to being alone for a while? I'm going to get something for you to wear."

'Oh no, I'm naked? I hadn't even noticed that in all of this going on. Of course I'm naked, how else could I have seen how my body looks, stupid.' "Why wouldn't I feel up to being alone? I'm a big boy okay."

Mom asked with a confused look, "Boy?"

"Sorry, I mean big girl Mom."

She smiled at my slip of the tongue, "Okay then, now stay in bed, I'll be right back okay?"

I nodded, but as soon as she disappeared from my room I got up and checked the hallway. There was no one in sight, so I tiptoed over to the bathroom to get a good look at my new body in the mirror. I half expected my younger brother Remo to appear somewhere, he would never pass up a chance to get a look of a naked girl. But maybe he wasn't in the house at the moment. At least I reached the bathroom unseen.

I closed the door, and locked it, apprehensive of what I would see in the mirror, afraid of what I looked like in total frontal nudity. After some deliberating I finally stood in front of the huge wall mirror with my eyes still closed. Then I slowly opened them.

I gasped for breath, seeing what MORFS had dealt me with. 'I really am a freak now.' My skin was now covered with a fine downy dark brown fur except for my stomach and chest, there and on my neck and face the fur was of a much lighter shade of brown, almost like the sand on the beach. I had shapely but seemingly powerful legs leading up to wide hips. The tiny waist above it gave me a lot of womanly curves. Then I looked upwards to my bust line. I really had nice breasts, even if they were covered in fur. My nipples were free of fur though, and they looked quite big.

On top of my thin neck was a cute looking head. A slightly upturned nose, dark in color, and big dark blue eyes. My hair was still short, but had changed from blond to dark brown. And everything else on my head except my mouth, the tip of my nose and eyes was covered in fur as well. A movement attracted my attention. 'Are those my ears?' They had changed position almost all the way to the top of my head and they looked quite different and a lot bigger. I touched them, finding they were sensitive and very lively.

Then I noticed that my nails were a lot longer. I examined them up close and they were pointy and looked very strong, almost like I had claws now on my fingers. I got worried, 'Do I have two very long front teeth now too?' I quickly checked, but other than being perfectly white they looked normal to me.

I stared at my new body for a long time, and noticed that my height was off. I was a lot shorter now. Instead of a big jock, I was now a small diminutive girl. With an emphasis on girl. No one would ever mistake me for a boy anymore. A tear started dripping from my eye. Another movement caught my attention. I forgot all about it. It had been on me all the time, but felt so natural that I hadn't really even noticed it. I sported a very big bushy tail of the same dark brown color, with a black stripe in the middle. It kept me perfectly in balance it seemed. I turned a bit and saw where it was connected to me in the back. 'That's it. I'm never going to show myself to anyone with such a big tail.'

In a panic I tried to run back to my room, but tried to open the door in vain. Then I remembered that I had locked it and unlocked it quickly. I almost flew back to my own room. 'Boy these legs sure are powerful.' I jumped back on my bed, sat on my knees with my favorite round pillow clutched to my chest. I had my eyes closed and silently prayed that this was all just a nightmare and that I would wake up soon from it.

Of course I couldn't wake up from the dream as it was the harsh reality. It became abundantly clear to me, when Mom entered my room once again. "Honey, why are you sitting like that? Is there something wrong?"

I opened my tearstained eyes again, "How can you ask that Mom. I just looked at myself in the mirror." More tears started to drip from my eyes, making my fur wet and dark.

"Oh honey, I know that this is a lot for you to handle. Just give it some time and you'll see that it's not that bad."

My temper flared up, "What do you mean it's not that bad! I'm an animal! I'm never leaving my room, ever. Now please go. And don't call me honey."

Mom tried to reason, "Sweetheart, don't act like that."

I picked up a pillow and threatened to throw it at her, "I said out, Mom, and never call me sweetheart, either."

Mom looked dejected, but she did leave my room and closed the door. I kept sitting there for some time, looking at the door, still clutching my round pillow. I felt angry at the world for putting me in this situation. I even felt sorry for myself. I was convinced that my life was now officially over. I cried a little more as well, till I noticed something, I stunk. No not that my mood was so foul, I actually smelled bad. 'Maybe my nose is more sensitive now.'

With aversion, I laid my pillow down and got out of bed. I sniffed around to confirm that it was really me and my nose cringed at the smell of my dirty fur. 'Man, that is all I need, smelly fur and a sensitive nose to alert me to it all the time.' Dejectedly, I opened my door and looked around. To my dismay I was still very much naked. 'That'll teach me to throw Mom out without giving me clothes first. I'm so stupid! Why didn't I check the closets first.' I closed the door again and opened my closets. Though the towels and such were still all there, all my clothes had vanished. 'What the hell? Where are all my clothes? Are they expecting me to go naked now that I'm an animal?' I searched all my closets thoroughly, but there was nothing left of my whole wardrobe.

My mood had sunken even deeper and without thinking I opened my door to go to the bathroom again. I was quite startled as I saw Mom standing in the hall. She gave me a wry smile, "I thought you said that you'd never leave your room?"

With a trembling lower lip I answered, "Yes I know that. But I stink, and my nose is taking offense." I paused and then snarled, "But now that you're here, tell me where my clothes are. Or are you expecting me to live naked, like the other animals in the barn?"

Mom looked really startled at my outburst, "Honey, how can you think like that? You should know better than to think like that."

I sobbed, "How would I know? We never had such a freak like me in our family before."

Mom's eyes shot fury at me, "For the last time, you're not a freak, so stop saying that."

I was startled by her outburst. "Okay, Mom. Any ideas on how I can shower like this?"

Mom grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the bathroom. "I'll show you, sweetheart, just let me help you."

I cringed again, 'When is she going to let up on the whole honey and sweetheart calling.' Mom didn't notice and just put me into the shower stall. After she shampooed me, she rinsed it out and grabbed another bottle.

"This one is conditioner, honey, you need to keep all that hair and fur in prime condition."

Dejected I let her treat me like a baby and just helped a little with the whole shower event. Then came the longest challenge, how to dry all that fur and hair. Mom brought out the industrial dryer and big brush which we usually used for the dogs. Though a bit uncomfortable at first with the hot air, the warm wind felt really nice on my furry skin. When she did my tail I was really enraptured. That felt sooo nice, I closed my eyes and revelled in the feeling.