This is a second-person MTF anthro fox story that takes place in a setting where a procedure known as 'Revamping' is widely available to the public. Undergoing said procedure will turn you into an anthro animal, but the type of animal depends on a compatibility test. Little do you know you'll have to give up your manhood in the process. (consensual, happy ending, no punishment, lesbian romance, etc)

You and your girlfriend, Olivia, eagerly await the compatibility test results when a bombshell is dropped. You're BOTH compatible with a fox-type revamp-- a female fox-type revamp. Yes, that goes for both of you.In the first part of this short story series, you contemplate the pros and cons of vixen-hood. Will you enjoy becoming an adorable fox girl if you have your girlfriend's undying support?


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Story Text:

Part 1:

“Start living as the real you! Talk to your doctor about getting revamped today.” You read the poster for the hundredth time as you await your test results. As you sit in the examination room, a million worries swirl in your head. What if you’re not compatible with any known animal? What if your only options are creatures you have no desire to emulate? You’ll be crestfallen if Dr. Darling enters the room and says you’re only compatible with walruses and wild boars. Despite not typically being a vain individual, you can’t help but fantasize about having wolf or tiger traits-- something along that line. You envision yourself as a stag attending a seminar on antler upkeep, and as a sea otter like a good friend of yours, capable of great swimming feats.

“It will be okay,” your girlfriend, Olivia, gently assures, smiling softly as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You offer a weak smile to the woman sitting next to you, admiring the luscious sheen of her long, sandy-blond hair, and her pale, hazel eyes. “I know you’re right. We’ve wanted to get revamped for months-- or is it years, now? I should be excited,” you insist, trying to wrangle your nerves under control.

In the decade that ‘Revamping’ hit the market, seeing animal-human hybrids had grown increasingly commonplace, with strict laws and regulations put in place to clamp down on discrimination. Once celebrities, politicians, and even the U.S. president bit the bullet and got revamped, undergoing the process became more normalized. As of two years ago, the revamping process was picked up by most insurance plans, considered an essential procedure for those severely unhappy with themselves or those with health issues. That was another benefit; getting revamped often left one coming out far healthier and youthful than they were before the procedure.

Your eyes immediately turn toward the door upon hearing a brief knock. Adrenaline surges through you as Dr. Darling enters, Olivia giving your hand a firm squeeze.

“My favorite patients! Sorry to keep you waiting,” the doctor says with a warm smile as she steps into the room and closes the door. She’s a young woman with a lithe, feminine build. Pale brown fur coats her body while a small tuft-like tail juts from her backside and her elongated, brown ears rest high on her head. Beyond the slight muzzle-like quality of her mouth, her striking emerald eyes add to her exotic beauty. “I got distracted by a set of headlights, you see,” she says innocently.

You and Olivia momentarily pause and give her a quizzical look before a look of realization comes over your girlfriend. “Oh-- I get it. Because you’re a deer, right? Deer in headlights.” She says with a small giggle.

“Thank you for laughing at my bad joke,” Dr. Darling grins, her tail gently swishing. “O-- oh yes, the results. I’m sure you’re both eager to receive them.”

“That’s an understatement,” Olivia responds with a weak laugh, squeezing your hand once more.

You swallow hard and offer a slight nod in response. “Y-- yeah… Honestly, I’m terrified. I think we should rip the bandaid off.”

Dr. Darling nods her head and glances toward her clipboard. “I’ll cut right to the chase. Both of you are compatible with a fox-type revamp. The odds of you both getting the same results is astronomically low, but it’s true!”

Your eyes widen as you lock gazes with Olivia, who looks equally shocked. Your lips curl into a wide grin as you pull her into a tight hug while trying your hardest not to tremble and hyperventilate. A fox? Both of you? This is perfect-- not only can you get revamped into something you find appealing, but your loving girlfriend will receive the same treatment. You’ll both enjoy the wonders of fox-hood together.

“There’s one little catch,” Dr. Darling adds, her tone quieting while her ears taper down. Seeing the concerned looks from both patients, she decides not to draw it out. “To be more specific, you’re both capable of becoming vixens-- female foxes.” She gives you a sympathetic smile. “For you to undergo the procedure, you will have to become completely female, two X chromosomes and all.”

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you desperately attempt to process this new information. “F-- Female? What? What do you mean?” Why will you have to become a woman during the revamping process?

“It’s extremely rare, but the revamping process is extremely complex. We run a myriad of tests on samples of your DNA, and while you’re compatible with a vulpine-type revamp, the chromosomes within your DNA additionally shift into XX instead of XY.”

“Sweetheart…” Olivia says warmly as she puts an arm around you and rests her head on your shoulder.

You shake your head in confusion. “But-- I mean… Why?”

Dr. Darling replies quickly. “I don’t know. It’s impossible to say why certain humans react one way or another to the revamping process. Based on past experience, in rare cases such as yours, you will become completely female during the time frame of your transformation. It will take the usual amount of time, but you’ll be contending with a sex change and hormonal shifts in addition to developing your vulpine features.” She offers a warm smile, her ears perking. “You’re basically guaranteed to come out looking quite cute and attractive, though. I don’t think I’ve seen a male-to-female revamp case where the patient didn’t come out looking utterly adorable.”

Your eyes dart back and forth as you ruminate over the doctor’s words. A fox-- a female fox. What are you supposed to think? What should you do? “I-- umm… I need time to think about this,” you stammer.

Dr. Darling nods. “There’s no rush; take all the time you need and reach out whenever you want, okay? However, if it takes more than seventy-two hours for you to make your decision, you’ll have to be pushed back on the waiting list; likely two or three months at the very least. Slots for the revamping procedure are extremely competitive.”

“We’ll figure it out by then,” Olivia assures the doctor before looking at you. “Why don’t we get some dinner and head home? We’ll work this out together.”

“Y-- Yeah, okay,” you mutter, unable to offer anything more substantial in response. You’ve never before been so utterly conflicted.

You and Olivia mutually decide on trying to relax for an evening, letting the information stew for a while before attempting to make any concrete decisions.

By the time bed arrives Olivia reassures you that she’ll love you no matter what before you fall into a troubled slumber. ‘Could I live as a woman? How different will life be?... Will I miss being male? Do I have any reason to be attached to my sex?’ A million conflicting thoughts assail you in your dreams.

The next day, Olivia makes you breakfast and you eat as much as you can in your bewildered state before moving to the living room and sitting on the couch next to your girlfriend. As discussed the night prior, you’ll now have a proper chat about revamping.

“How are you feeling?” Olivia asks with concern.

You stare at the floor, trying to gather your scattered thoughts into something more coherent. “I-- well,” you begin, turning to face your precious love. “Will you still love me if I’m a woman? I know you already said you’ll love me no matter what, but I mean-- err…”

Olivia scooches close and rests her head on your shoulder, lacing her fingers with yours. “You’re worried that my love might become something that’s not romantic love, right?”

You tremble as a pang of icy fear runs down your spine. Lip quivering, you weakly nod your head in response. The thought of losing her is unbearable.

“I understand why you’d be concerned, but I promise you there’s nothing at all to worry about,” Olivia says confidently. “You will still be my one and only true love when you become a sexy vixen. My bisexuality isn’t a superficial label, after all. If anything, the idea of showing you the wonders of womanhood excites me in ways I didn’t expect.”

Your cheeks flush a bright shade of red as you process Olivia’s words. Did she really mean that? You briefly envision yourself in a sexy vixen body while Olivia, who is equally foxy, pins you to the bed, showering your feminine frame with nips and sensual touches. You can’t deny how erotic the fantasy is, having always been a fan of girl on girl action and gorgeous animal women to begin with.

Still, though. Going from heterosexual man to a lesbian fox girl would be a massive change. Not only would society perceive you as a woman and treat you as such, but you’d be contending with all new, female fox hormones rampaging through your inevitably lithe and sexy body. But, isn’t that part of the fun? Diving head first into something new and exciting after growing bored and disillusioned of your current life.

Taking a deep breath, you finally respond. “Objectively speaking, this change will be much harder for me to adjust to than you-- not that I’m underplaying how it will affect you as well, but… Just-- err…” You briefly hesitate. “I can’t promise I won’t panic and freak out along the way. You’ll be my rock through this, right?”

Olivia brushes your hair back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips, leaving a lingering taste of her cherry lip balm. Pulling back, she looks at you with nothing but love. “I understand. Yes, I’ll absolutely be your rock if you go through with this, and my love for you will never falter.

“Do you think I should do this?” You ask meekly. “I know it’s ultimately my choice and I won’t blame you if I have any regrets, but…”

“You should do it,” Olivia says confidently, knowing that some half-assed answer about hot it’s your choice won’t be helpful. “Let’s be cute, sexy foxes together and allow me to live out my fantasy of teaching my adorable fledgling woman girlfriend the ropes of femininity,” she added teasingly, nipping your neck lightly.

You shiver from Olivia’s nip as your heart, the pros of getting revamped gradually overtake the cons. You’ll feel younger and healthier-- your senses and reflexes will be vastly improved, and you’ll have an equally hot vixen girlfriend easing you through the process and introducing you to a wide array of womanly and lesbian experiences. What will you lose? The ability to pee while standing? Who cares about that. The ability to one day impregnate Olivia? You can have your sperm frozen prior to getting revamped, so there’s nothing stopping you from being a lesbianc couple raising a kid in the future.

“Let’s do it,” you finally respond, heart racing as you offer Olivia a determined look. “Let’s call Dr. Darling right away-- right now, even. I don’t want to be put back on the waiting list.”

Olivia lights up with a bright smile as she pulls you into a tight hug. “This will be amazing, I promise. I’ll be such an amazing girlfriend that there will be no doubts left in your head that you’ve made the right choice-- especially not after I show you the wonderful advantages of female anatomy,” she purrs, kissing you once more while playfully nipping your lower lip.

You lean into her lips heavily before pulling back, adrenaline surging through you. “L-- Let’s call Dr. Darling first. Then, sex-- lots of sex, all night… As much as we can handle while I still have a dick,” you insist with a weak laugh.

“That sounds perfect,” Olivia agrees with a giggle, withdrawing from you as she snatches her phone from the coffee table and pulls up Dr. Darling’s number.

The choice has been made and you’re not backing down; whatever happens from here, you’ll get through it with Olivia’s unending support.

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Part 2:

“You’re going to feel a slight prick-- no different than getting vaccinated,” Dr. Darling says warmly as she approaches you.

You weakly nod and offer a slight smile, averting your gaze as the needle penetrates your arm, causing you to wince. To be honest, you still don’t fully understand how this process works. The nanobots used to administer the procedure are part machine, part organic, and are injected along with the DNA needed to revamp you into your new shape. Apparently, the nanobots use this DNA as a blueprint, force the replication of fully organic worker cells, and then start to rebuild you at a microscopic level. The nanobots themselves split the task of modifying your DNA and performing the restructuring of your body. Further injections may be necessary during this one to two-week process depending on the progress made.

You take a deep breath as you feel the cool solution work its way up your arm, through your shoulder, and down your chest toward your heart. “Y-- You said you already did Olivia, right?”

Dr. Darling nods. “She’s in another room; you’ll be together soon, I promise,” she reassures, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you. I’m-- well… Excited and scared, I suppose,” you confess.

“There’s a twenty-minute window for backing out before it’s too late.

That’s an option if you’re having second thoughts,” the doctor assures.

You briefly hesitate before gritting your teeth and shaking your head. “N-- No… This is what I want,” you insist. “Besides, you don’t seem to mind being female, so it can’t be all that bad, right?” You weakly laugh after asking the question.

Dr. Darling laughs, her ears twitching cutely. “It’s all I’ve ever known but I would never want to be male. I get to be cute, dress up in anything I want, and still be a doctor on top of that. What’s not to love?”

“You make solid points,” you smile, starting to feel better. There are certainly a lot of advantages to being a cute animal girl.

A little later, you’re escorted to the living space you’ll stay in during the revamping process. Upon entering, Olivia beams and trots over, wrapping you in a big hug as she buries her face into your shoulder. “I missed you…”

“We’ve only been separated for a couple of hours,” you smile softly, brushing your fingers through her hair.

“That’s long enough to miss you, I promise,” she cutely huffs before pulling away.

She takes your hand and leads you to the living room as you glance around your temporary abode. The furnishings are nice and the space in its entirety resembles a spacious and well-designed apartment.

You take a deep breath and sink into the couch, taking comfort in Olivia’s head resting upon your shoulder. “I got the shot half an hour ago,” you whisper, a cool tingle permeating your every cell.

Olivia shifts a little and tightly grasps your arm, still cuddled close. “Then there’s no going back… How do you feel?”

You pause before smiling and kissing Olivia atop the head. “Honestly, I think I’m excited. It’s starting-- no going back, you and I are getting through this together,” you insist.

“You’ll make the cutest fox girl ever,” your girlfriend promises, leaning up to kiss you softly on the lips.

“That’s impossible when you exist,” you promptly respond, feeling a tingle of arousal. “I-- I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to have sex as a man,” you say sheepishly, feeling a tightness in your pants. It would be a shame to waste these last moments of manhood, right?

“Good point,” Olivia grins devilishly as she pulls away and stands. She wastes no time as she reaches down, hooks her fingers into your pants, and slides them down, wholly determined to make your last days of manhood enjoyable.

The next day, you notice some very subtle changes. While showering, a portion of your body hair falls away as you scrub, leaving your arms, chest, and even face a little smoother than usual. Your limbs feel slightly less muscular and you swear you’re around an inch shorter, but you can’t confirm that for sure.

For the time being, your genitals seem intact and unchanged. However, while scrubbing, you feel that your cock and balls sit ever so slightly lower on your pelvis than they had the night before. On top of that, the cool tingling that had entirely consumed you now feels warm and it is accompanied by a strange, fluttery churning staring at your abdomen and leading all the way down to your crotch.

After your shower, you dry off and inspect yourself in the mirror. From a glance, you don’t notice any prominent changes. However, upon closer inspection, you can’t deny that you’re absolutely changing. Your arms and legs are a little softer than before and your nipples look a tad swollen.

Upon examining your face, you see your stubble has become patchy and you think your facial features might be softer, though it could just be your imagination.

“One day at a time,” you whisper to yourself in reassurance, trying to calm down. Adrenaline surges through you, your heart beating quickly as it sets in how utterly real all of this has become. You’re turning into a girl-- a beautiful vixen. Soon enough, the person looking back at you in the mirror will be completely different.

Minutes later, you finally leave the bathroom fully dressed and eat breakfast with Olivia, who tells you of her morning. Apparently, she hasn’t noticed any changes yet beyond the same warm tingling and churning. She confirms the slight changes in your body and warmly reassures you everything will work out wonderfully. “I’m telling you… You’re going to be frickin’ adorable,” she insists.

“I appreciate your confidence,” you respond with a grin, unable to feel too overly anxious with your adorable girlfriend by your side.

After breakfast, you kiss Olivia goodbye as you split up for your checkup appointments. Upon arriving at the designated examination room, you sit and wait for the doctor to arrive. As you do so, you shift in your chair, finding your natural sitting position to be different than usual-- but, how? You’re not quite sure, but the way your hips and butt fill the seat definitely feel off.

It isn’t long before a female doctor you’re unfamiliar with enters the room. “Hello! I’m Dr. Kingsley. It’s nice to meet you,” she says warmly while stepping into the room.

You’re immediately shocked by her stunning appearance. A petite, but well-formed woman with glossy, ash-gray fur covering the entirety of her body. Fluffy feline ears sit atop her head, her short, feathered hair falls halfway down her neck and is the same color as her fur. Her mouth has the qualities of a cat muzzle, with amber-orange eyes that come up to a point in the corners. She’s admittedly gorgeous. “O-- oh, hello,” you stammer in response, not having expected a new doctor.

“Upon suggestion from Dr. Darling, I will be your attending physician during your revamping process. To start, I’ll be checking your vitals and doing a few quick tests to see how you’re doing on your first day post-injection,” she says warmly, walking over to you as her fluffy tail gently swishes.

‘Dr. Darling’s recommendation?’ You muse while nodding your head. “S-- Sure, no problem. Thank you, doctor,” you softly reply.

The tests prove fairly simple. First, your blood pressure, heart rate, and temperature are taken, followed by the collecting of a small blood sample. You’re then sent to produce a urine sample, which you return with in short order. You take it all in stride, making small talk with the doctor as she asks about your life.

Eventually, she asks you to take your shirt off, which you do despite feeling mildly embarrassed. With your body changing, you feel more self-conscious than usual.

“I’m going to apply some gel and get this ultrasound started. As your reproductive organs change, it’s important we monitor the progress,” Dr. Kingsley says softly, offering a gentle smile.

You bite your lip and weakly nod, laying back awkwardly. You shiver as the gel is applied and take slow, steady breaths to calm yourself as she starts to inspect your insides. As the process continues, you glance up at her and curiously ask, “So, um… Why did Dr. Darling recommend you specifically? Not that I doubt your qualifications,” you quickly add.

Dr. Kingsley laughs. “It’s a fair question,” she admits as she finishes the ultrasound and jots down some notes. She pulls her phone from her pocket while walking over to you. After a couple of seconds of poking and swiping at the screen,she holds the screen to your face. “See this man?”

You see a picture of a tall, muscular man with a bald head and bushy beard wearing a nice button-up shirt and slacks. He appears to be standing next to a sculpture at some museum. “Oh-- uhh, yeah. Who is this?” You ask, wondering what point the doctor wants to get across.

“That’s me fourteen months ago,” Dr. Kingsley grins.

Your eyes widen in shock as you stare at Dr. Kingsley, then back at the photo before finally staring at the doctor once again. The lithe, womanly creature in front of you looks nothing remotely like the man in the image.





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