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“Mmmm…” Chris sighed, unable to peel her eyes away from her reflection in the mirror. What was it Dr. Rowena and Rodrick had told her in the past? Those who become animal type ‘demi-humans’ after transience can often control the degree to which their animal traits show? Did that mean she’d be able to repress all this fluff if she focused hard enough?
After taking a deep breath to calm herself, she furrowed her brow and tried to force herself back into her previous form. The only problem was she had no idea what to do. Should she just think really hard? Meditate? Was there some kind of muscle twitch she needed to feel? Regardless, what good would whining about it do? After everything else that happened, should she worry herself over this? Amidst these thoughts, she briefly noted her breasts seemed achier than usual, with a faint throbbing within her nipples. ‘More girl shit-- I’ll worry about it later.’
Chris sighed again and walked to her couch, sitting completely nude as she started to browse her phone. After navigating to Google, she searched, ‘how to bathe with fur demi human transience’, trying to knock out enough buzzwords to get the results she needed. A quick glance through a few articles left many key points for her to consider.
Demis with fur should use speciality soaps and shampoos when washing since fur differs greatly from normal hair.
Prompt drying is an absolute must. To this end, standing in front of a fan, toweling off as much excess moisture as possible, and using a high quality blow dryer, all help immensely.
Hair atop the head requires different care than body and tail fur. Careful use of more traditional hair care products is recommended while being careful not to get said products all over one’s body and tail fur.
Body fur is usually short and fine, meaning it dries much more quickly than one’s hair and tail fur.
Two fur brushes are recommended. One for gently brushing one’s shorter body fur, and another for the longer tail fur; the exact types can differ depending on the type of demi and the length of one’s tail fur.
Brushing helps remove excess, shedding fur, so it’s recommended to perform the brushing above a space that can easily be swept, such as one’s bathroom, outside, or over a tile floor.
Chris tilted her head with a scowl, staring at the list she had created. After a few moments of silence, she leaned back and slapped a hand over her forehead while exclaiming, “Uggggh!” Why the hell was fur so high maintenance? Special soaps and shampoos? Special brushes? Why would anyone want to put up with that crap?
After getting over the initial pang of frustration, she removed her hand and glanced at her arm. The fur appeared quite fine and glossy. “Hmmm…” She brushed her fingers over the fluff and shivered. Not only was it extremely soft, but it also had the texture of fine silk or cashmere. Would she have to hang out with Rodrick the next day looking like this? If she couldn’t figure out how to repress her furriness by then, that was the likely case.
She definitely planned on showering between now and tomorrow’s “date,” so what should she do now? It was only then she realized how cold it was. A quick glance downward at her nude, fur-covered breasts caused her to flush with embarrassment. “Oh yeah-- I’m naked,” she muttered before standing up once more. While heading to her bedroom, she couldn’t ignore the discomfort in her breasts and absently brushed a couple fingers up to gently rub herself in an attempt to relieve herself of some pain.
“Ahh!” She gasped upon brushing against her sensitive, hardened nipple. “What a pain,” she grunted, sitting on the edge of her bed as she eyed her breast incredulously. Why were her nipples so damned hard and sensitive? Was it just the cold air? As she assessed this new dilemma, an unusual thought crept into the back of her mind. Wouldn’t it feel nice if someone else massaged her? Maybe they could gently rub her swollen mammaries and play with her nipples? This intrusive fantasy led to the manifestation of a hot, tingly wellspring between her legs, penetrating deep into her body’s core. Her vagina quivered ever so slightly while her clit was overcome by a faint throbbing.
Chris shook her head and stood up with a huff in an attempt to oust the unwanted thoughts from her conscious mind. She opened her dresser and quickly produced a folded tee shirt and a pair of boxers. Moments later, she was fully clothed and her nipples only protested a little when the cool cotton brushed against them, causing Chris to wince. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled on the fabric to adjust it, quickly resulting in painful bursts that started in her nipples and crashed through her tender chest in waves.
“Errrrgh!” She let go of her shirt and sat once more on the bed, placing her hands over her face with her elbows propped on her knees. How did women deal with this? Should she put on a bra? Was she truly in one of those heat cycles Dr. Rowena had warned her about? Would her hormones get worse while in this fluffier form?
While trying to sort through her current dilemma, her eyes started to water, her body trembling. “W-- What is this?...” Chris stammered as a tightly-wound ball of tension swelled deep within her chest. She had been through so much-- more change in a couple of weeks than most had to deal with in a lifetime. Her sense of self and way of life had been completely flipped upside down while she had been forced to rapidly adjust to a slew of unwanted, uncontrollable changes.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she quickly raised trembling hands to wipe them away. She had been a man not too long ago, and now she was a gorgeous, fur-covered fox girl filled with conflicting emotions, intense hormonal cycles, and changes far beyond the physical that she still understood little of. She weakly sniffed as she broke into quiet, subdued sobbing while slowly shaking her head. This was a lot. She liked to think she’d been handling her emotions well, but she’d be lying if she said she had completely adjusted to her new life.
She thought of her friends and family and considered calling Carrie for emotional support and advice. When the mental image of a white-furred cat woman appeared in her head, her eyes widened and she quickly sat up straight, shifting her gaze toward the phone she’d haphazardly tossed onto the bed a few minutes prior.
Without missing a beat, she snatched the phone up and pulled up Dr. Rowena’s contact. She desperately needed help from a woman as fluffy and fur-covered as herself.
“H-- Hey… It’s Chris,” the confused woman said as the call connected. “I know I’m bothering you on Saturday, but I was hoping I could talk to you as a friend.”
“Oh! Of course. I think about you and your case of transience quite often, so it’s good to hear from you.”
“I’m glad to know I”m not just bothering you,” Chris laughed weakly, wiping some of the tears from her face. “I was going to ask if you might be willing to help me out.”
“Help out? I’d be happy if I’m able. What’s going on?” The doctor warmly replied.
Chris hesitated, shifting her weight on the bed as she let out a low, exasperated sigh. “I woke up all furry this morning. Can’t change it right now, and apparently fur care is extremely complicated. I’m trying not to have a full blown anxiety attack and I have no idea what I’m doing,” she confessed, deciding not to hold anything back. “I think I’m going through some kinda hormonal cycle as well.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Dr. Rowena replied with concern “That would be a lot for anyone to process; of course I’ll help you. Besides, I’ve always wanted a female friend with fur like mine,” she teasingly added.
Chris blushed. “Well, I’m all yours if you want to help me. I’m supposed to hang out with someone tomorrow and if I have to be all furry, I’d at least like to-- err…” She briefly paused to find the right words. “I’d at least like to have fur that looks clean and whatnot.”
“I understand. If you give me your address, I’ll come by with some supplies to help you. Then, we can go out together to get you some things you’ll need. It should be less embarrassing if you have me to draw some of the attention,” Dr. Rowena suggested.
Chris didn’t have any better ideas, and she liked the idea of having Dr. Rowena serve as a kind of lightning rod to divert some of the looks she’d get. “Sounds good; thank you.”
Chris provided her address and said her goodbyes after agreeing to meet up in an hour. Once the call ended, Chris flopped back in bed, completely sprawled with her eyes closed. ‘’Everything feels so different…’ She mused, taking in the various sensations of her sensitive, feminine form. The thin layer of fur felt soft all over, and as it formed a barrier between her skin and whatever her skin touched, she felt warm and fuzzy regardless of where she was. Honestly, when separating her emotions from the equation, she had to admit it was kinda nice; like wearing a super comfortable, breathable set of silky pajamas.
She slipped a hand under her shirt and gently brushed her fingertips over the pristine fluff, shivering as she did so. ‘How weird…’ Despite the added layer of protection, she still felt extremely sensitive. Curiosity mounting, she gently scratched the fur on her tummy, as if she were giving a cat a belly rub.
"Mmmm…” Her cheeks flushed as a warm, pleasant tingling formed wherever she touched. Was this why cats and dogs loved getting pets and scratches? Why did it feel better than having her bare skin touched?
Chris huffed and removed her hand before rolling onto her side. “What a pain. It’s bad enough showing everyone I know my new female form…” Now she’d have to go through the same gawking and shocked exclamations due to her new, furry persona.
Chris looked up from the couch, ears perking as she heard the knock at her door. She took a deep breath before going to greet her guest. “I’m coming!” She opened the door and stood face to face with Dr. Rowena, who was wearing a gray, short sleeved button-up blouse and a black pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees. “H-- Hey, it’s good to see you, Doctor,” chris stammered before stepping back and gesturing for her to enter.
“Hey!!” The doctor smiled brightly, walking in while holding a couple large bags. She walked over to the couch and sat them down on the table. “Do you mind if I have a seat?”
“Be my guest,” Chris replied, approaching the other end of the couch and sitting while being extra careful of her tail.
“Appreciated.” When they were both sitting, Dr. Rowena looked at Chris, glancing at her over from top to bottom with an unblinking expression.
Chris shifted uncomfortably and pulled her tail into her lap. “Errr… Thoughts? Reactions? Do you think I look horribly deformed now?”
“What???” The doctor asked in shock. “No, of course not! You’re absolutely incredible. This is the type of transformation that demis cross their fingers and beg for when they learn they’re going through transience,” she insisted.
Chris was glad there was fur to hide how brightly red her cheeks must have been. “I-- I’m sure you’re exaggerating, Doctor,” she insisted with a coy head shake.
“Just call me Elenor; we’re spending time together as friends,” the gorgeous, white-furred cat woman insisted. “And, I’m not exaggerating. If you ever decided to look for a new line of work, modeling agencies would fight tooth and nail to sign you to a contract. I’ve considered the career change more than once,” she laughed.
“A model?” Chris wasn’t sure what to think of such an idea. It made sense, though. Not only were there an increasing number of demi humans nowadays, but beautiful, fur-covered demis were a hot commodity in general, with many companies seeing an increase in sales for their products when using such people in their advertisements. Furries might have been chided and sneered at in the past, but public perception quickly shifted when said furries became real. “I mean-- I guess I see your point. It’s weird to think of myself as some beautiful, exotic creature or whatever.”
Elenor smiled, placing a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s a lot to take in, but you’re doing a great job. Honestly, I’m thinking of using you as a case study of someone adjusting well to severe transience for any new, confused patients I receive.”
Chris laughed weakly. “If it helps them, sure. Just leave out the part where I freak out a lot and have no idea what I’m doing.”
“The fact you can freak out and still function so well is amazing.” With that, Dr. Rowena leaned forward and rummaged through one of her bags before producing a shampoo bottle and a fancy brush. “Shall we get started?”
Chris saw the genuine, warm smile on Elenor’s face and couldn’t find a reason to prevent the inevitable. “I suppose it can’t be helped.” Just what on earth was she getting herself into?
CHAPTER END
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