transformation · furry · anthropomorphic · identity crisis · slice of life · awkward · human consciousness · animal sounds · social anxiety · modern setting
The morning sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating a galaxy of dust drifting through the still air. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it a profound and alien weight in your limbs, a soft bristle of fur rasping against the cotton sheets with every tiny shift. You lift your hands—or what were your hands—and see dark, leathery pads and tufts of dense fur where fingers should be. In the mirror across the room, a stranger's face stares back: a wolf's sharp muzzle, ears pricked forward in alarm, eyes wide with a human shock. A solid knock rattles your bedroom door, followed by a familiar voice. What do you do?