(A continuation of Rebecca's adventures at KeysCon which began here.)

Rebecca looked down at herself in shock, realizing what had happened to her but struggling to believe it. Her whole body felt strange and different to her now. Among other things, her hands felt larger, her feet felt weird and awkward to stand on, and what was left of her clothing felt way too tight as her new fur strained against it. She twitched her tail experimentally and her eyes widened as it moved to and fro at her command at little more than a thought. She honestly couldn't believe it was part of her.

However, all of that was forgotten when she sniffed the air again and visibly recoiled as her initial sense of shock was quickly replaced with a large helping of embarrassment, partially at her tattered state of dress but mostly at one thought in particular. She smelled awful. At first it had just been vaguely unpleasant but now there was no doubt about it. With each passing second she was coming to smell more and like what she had become, a stinky, smelly skunk. And people were starting to notice. Already some nearby party-goers were fanning their noses or commenting on the smell as they picked up on it, looking towards her as her distinctive markings made guessing its source rather trivial. It was humiliating.

Unbeknownst to Rebecca, her own embarrassment was just making her stench worse, as her new body misinterpreted her embarrassment and rising desire to flee as danger and made the air around her more and more unbearable. Of course, under those circumstances it was mere seconds before that desire won out and the girl-turned-skunk was sprinting towards the first door she laid eyes upon, hoping to escape from the prying eyes and noses. As she went through the door and closed it behind her she found herself in a well lit broom closet. Or, at least, it seemed well lit to her as her new form was far more accustomed to seeing in the dark; in truth it was rather dark with only a sparse amount of light from the room she had just been in leaking in. She figured she would hide out here for a while until most of the guests had left and then ask the host for a little help getting back to normal.

Unfortunately, there was a problem. As it turned out, putting a source of stink in a small closed space with someone who could still smell it was a poor choice, especially if that someone had recently gained an enhanced sense of smell along with their enhanced night vision. It only took a few seconds in the room before the awful stench the skunkette herself was giving off had begun to saturate the room and was threatening to bring her to her knees. She quickly pinched her nose, itself an unusual sensation as both her nose and hands had recently been rather thoroughly reshaped, and while that lessened the smell slightly, it certainly didn't block it out entirely.

If that had been the only issue she might have been able to eventually learn to tolerate it, but then she heard them. People outside the door, back at the party... they were still talking about her smell. They could still smell her. Even with all the fumes building up in the closet, it wasn't remotely airtight and the extra was simply leaking out, albeit slowly, and gradually gaining the attention of the nearby guests. The fact that several of them were also recently transformed and hence had gained enhanced senses similar to hers only made such detection all the easier. From the sound of their voices, as well as what they were saying, they weren't the same ones that had been present for her initial transformation, and as such weren't fully aware of what the smell was, they just knew it stunk.

By this point Rebecca's cheeks were on fire. She couldn't stand her own stink, others clearly found it less than pleasant to say the least, and she couldn't get herself to stop making it worse. At this point, even if she had known that calming down would help it's unlikely she would have been able to overcome her embarrassment enough to have any effect, not that it would help with the stench she had already cultivated anyways at this point. One thing was for sure, whoever eventually did check the closet was going to be getting quite a whiff.

(Rebecca's adventure continues here.)
(Drawn by  catmonkshiro)