She imagined the hard shell growing along her naked back, prickling against her skin, growing thicker and thicker. She felt it harden over her shoulders and her thighs, tucking in her arms and legs. Her thick coat of fur grew up and down her chest, surrounding her like a blanket. Just touching it brought a feeling of warmth and comfort to her body. She opened her eyes and gasped; the shell and the fur were real, finally real. And soon the rest of her changes followed -- the ears, the nose, the tail, the claws -- all finally ready to let the armadillo come free.

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Drew an armadillo TF in one day, and spent the next three days coloring and playing with the background.