transformation · animal instincts · medical setting · dystopian · rebirth · primal · fur · sensory focus · nature · identity loss
The sterile light of the medical center flickers as you clutch the official letter in your trembling hand. Outside, the city hums with a cold efficiency, but inside, the air smells of antiseptic and the faint musk of fur. A technician in a white coat gestures toward a row of sleek pods. "Choose your form," they say, their voice flat. "What will you become, you?"