After a long, stressful day at my high school, I went straight to my computer and proceeded to write a transformation story. After I submitted it to my profile on FurAffinity, I was bored and needed some ideas. “How about I try a furry transformation generator?” I thought. “I could just play around with it until I came up with something!” I Googled “Furry Transformation generator” and clicked on one.

A little while later after clicking and screen shotting a few new ideas, I came to a brand new transformation. “While using this generator,” it said, “You turn into a musky semi- feral red panda;
the changes are temporary, but if you don’t touch water within a day it becomes permanent!” “Pfft, magic and transformation aren’t real,” I muttered to myself. I screenshotted it and quickly forgot about the whole thing.

***

While I was watching TV with my family I started to feel really weird. I started shivering and felt sick to my stomach. “Must be another one of those stomach bugs,” I thought as I grabbed an extra blanket from the couch.

After we finished watching TV, I went to take a shower, like always: I couldn’t bear to look at my human body as I was cleaning it up. My phantom ears and tail were hurting as usual, and I toweled myself off as I got out of the shower. I couldn’t bring myself to look in the mirror, avoiding my reflection as I brushed my teeth. “I wish I could become my fursona,” I thought to myself as I put on my pajamas. After reading for a while, I turned the light off, pulled the sheets over my head, and dozed off.


***

The alarm beeped, and I clicked it off with a claw and went back to sleep until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I looked at the number on the alarm. 5:15. Perfect, just what I needed; another late day without a real breakfast. I’m going to have to pack my lunch and run out the door. I flipped the covers back and started to climb out of bed, but something felt...different. “It’s probably nothing, I’m just still feeling sleepy,” I thought to myself. I seemed to have a harder time getting down the bunk bed’s ladder than usual this morning, though. I walked to my bathroom to go pee. Then after I did my business, I started to wash my face, running my paws through my fur.

Wait, fur? Paws? I was wide awake now. I stared at myself in the mirror, shocked to see that I’d
become the Red Panda from Turning Red. My clothes were ripped, and my brand new red and brown tail had burst through the back of my torn pajamas. I was twice my normal size, and my furry hair reached the ceiling. My arms were almost as thick as my body, and my paw was so large, it filled the sink. I wiggled it, then looked closer at my new body. It was big, big enough to almost fill the bathroom. With what little room I could manage, I patted my fluffy chest. I’d grown a set of ears, and I tried wiggling them back and forth. I opened my mouth and looked at my brand new fangs, and I tried flexing my huge red-furred arms and enormous white paws. “This is great!” I thought to myself. I took off my ripped shirt. Red and white fur had grown on my chest, apparently while I was asleep.

Then I realized the implications of this change. “What if someone sees me?” I thought frantically. ‘Won’t they ask questions? They might even know I’m a furry now. That would be pretty bad.”
Suddenly, I had an idea. I opened the Matchbox car- sized phone, clicked open the tiny weather icon with a claw, and proceeded to check the miniature weather forecast with satisfying results. “Perfect, it’s going to rain,” I thought. I grabbed my rain coat and pulled it on over me with some effort (I was so big it barely fit me) I grabbed some pants, attempted to tuck my giant tail and paws into one of the pant legs, and failed miserably, then I thought “On second thought, no one will care anyway,” and left it out. I grabbed my backpack, loosened it to the maximum distance and tried to pull it on. The backpack was tiny, and when I attempted to shove my humongous, red, furry arm through it, the strap snapped with a pop. “Oh well, It was worth a try,” I thought, and pulled off both my tiny backpack and raincoat. Then I wiggled my enormous tail again just for fun. I decided that maybe I shouldn’t be going outside for the day just yet.

That’s when my mom knocked on the door. “Honey, let’s go! The bus will be here in 10 minutes!” “I’m not feeling too good, I’ve got a temperature and I’m feeling sick!” I yelled back. “What’s wrong with your voice? And why are you so stinky?” (my voice had also gotten a little bit deeper too, and I’d gained some musky odor) “It’s nothing!” I responded back. Should I come take your temperature?” “NO, Mom, don’t come in here, it’s...uhh...very contagious!” “I guess I’ll leave you alone then, and tell the bus driver you’re sick.” she replied, and then left. “Phew,” I thought to myself. “Crisis averted! I’ll still have to do something about this musk though.” I made sure to lock the door to my bedroom with my ridiculously oversized paw, just in case.

***
“Wait,” I thought later, “How am I gonna change back?” Then I remembered the transformation generator, and everything came back to me. “So magic IS real then! Transformations DO exist!”
Then I panicked. “Is this gonna be permanent? Now everyone’s gonna know I’m a furry, and I can’t deny it anymore!” Suddenly, I remembered. “If you don’t touch water within a day, the transformation becomes permanent! Oh no! I don’t wanna be stuck like this forever!” I was on the verge of a musky red panda anxiety attack when it hit me. “Wait a minute, I did touch water today- when I was washing my face! I’m saved!” I then began to wonder if I could get to be the species that I really wanted to be- an Anthro Fox.

I just decided to enjoy my giant Red Panda body as it was now, and maybe try again for another furry bod tomorrow. For now, though, while the change wore off, I was just content to have a tail and ears. I sat down on my tiny beanbag couch, my oversize floof nearly consuming it. I reached with a giant paw and tried to grab a tiny book, and then proceeded to read it. It was turning out to be a good day after all.