You pace back and forth eagerly, having desired a dog for your entire life. Due to family allergies, all requests for fluffy pets were denied. Now that you lived with your girlfriend, nothing would stop you from raising your own pup. You planned to pick the perfect puppy with your girlfriend, but she insisted she knew the perfect one to suit your tastes. With some reluctance, but most eagerness, you agreed.
You stayed behind, meticulously getting everything ready for the new family addition. Making your way to the bedroom, you kneel to move the dog's bed closer to your own. You feel this sharp pain burst from your hips and let out an unnaturally shrill gasp. You hadn't slept well the night before, so you chalk up the pain and stiffness to jitters and excitement, or, perhaps you slept on your hips wrong. Regardless, you feel your insides churn and your bones pop.
You begin to stand and are overwhelmed by dizziness, forcing you back on your knees. "Wh-What is going on?!" Your crotch throbs as a tightening sensation erupts. 'M-- My scrotum?' No, that can't be right! You fall to your uncharacteristically plump rear and lay on your back, tugging your boxers off. Your penis is visibly smaller, continuing to recede. The sack of flesh that once hung between your legs had pulled taut. You feel as your testicles ascend and your prostate expands to form a life-bearing womb, your chest tingling and puffing out afterward.
While staring in amazement while your facial features soften, a strange thought enters your head. 'Will I turn out nicely for master?' Your concern was briefly centered on whether your girlfriend would approve and praise you. "W-- Wait? Master?" You cry, turning beet-red as your adam's apple dissipates, leaving your voice high and soft, befitting your feminine face and features.
On your back, your tailbone throbs under your body's weight. You turn on your side, panting as you cup the moist, sticky space between your thighs. "I--I Don't understand!!" You girlishly cry. 'M-- Master would want me to explore, right' You tremble as you slide two fingers through the folds atop your sex, marveling at the flat, flawless skin where your cock and balls once stood. You press your fingers against your clit, gasping as an electric jolt pulses through your pelvis while a fluffy fox tail bursts from your spine. "A--Ahh!!" Your sensitive body climaxes after only a few seconds of clitoral stimulation. Never in your life have you felt such an intense orgasm.
By this point, your shirt feels as though it will burst at the seams. You rip it off before the chafing grows unbearable, staring in awe at the round, perky gloves that greet your eyes. Without thinking, you pinch your nipples and let out a howl of delight. Goosebumps rise upon your perfect, flawless flesh, your vulva spasming in response. Is this some sort of lucid dream? Surely this isn't real. Sitting up, you stare at your reflection in the mirror, noting the features of a fox girl with sandy blond hair, pale skin, and feminine features; her hips and breasts are perfectly formed. You want to scream and protest, but a mental fog makes it hard to reason; there were more critical concerns on your mind.
"What will my Master think when she comes home and sees me?" While filled with thoughts of pleasing your master, thoughts from your male self creep in, giving you a sudden realization. Your girlfriend promised a pup that suits your tastes. Gazing upon your reflection, you realize you've become a fox girl that perfectly suits your previous sexual tastes. If nothing else, she's not a liar. Before anger wells, the veil returns, forcing you into a state of giddy compliance. 'How kind of master to make me so cute!'