Shirley Cooper smiled a little hesitantly at the zoo’s owner as she slipped into the crocodile onesie. She hadn’t exactly made a good impression on him so far, and she hoped that this little demonstration would ease some of the tension caused by her questions. It wasn’t her fault that her job made her ask so many!

“So… This is really going to happen, huh?” She smiled, having secretly loved crocodiles since she was a little child. There was something about how they were the closest thing to dinosaurs that made her fall in love with their scaly hides.

“Yeah. You good? No more questions?” Eric Barber’s soft smile belied the sting of his words, and he grinned, patting her on the shoulder. “Trust me, you’ll do great.” He leaned back and pulled out a bucket, and Shirley couldn’t help but look at it curiously.

“Um… One more question… What’s in the bucket?” Shirley asked, chuckling nervously. The more the reporter thought about it, the more worried she was to go out on stage. She never really was good around people; but she couldn’t just leave the zoo’s owner hanging after grilling him!

“Secret.” Eric winked, grabbing her mask in his other hand. He then pushed her onstage with a smile, laughing. “Now get out there, we have a crowd to please!”

Shirley squeaked, watching the crowd watch her. Being under so many eyes was more than a little embarrassing, especially when she was wearing a crocodile onesie! As if to make matters worse, Eric seemed to pick up on her embarrassment, a smile on his face.

“Now, I’ll need you to get on your belly.” He announced loudly, laughing as Shirley turned to him, mouth agape. Eric spoke again before she could protest, a knowing grin on his face. “Have you ever seen a bipedal crocodile before?”

“O-oh!” Shirley blushed. “I suppose not…” She chewed on her lower lip anxiously, looking up to him with worry. “So… Like this?” She laid slowly down on her stomach, her arms and legs spread out on the stage.

“Perfect.” Eric said loudly, bending over to slip the mask on her head. As he did, he whispered in her ear with a smile. “Don’t worry, this is a good think. I didn’t want you to take an embarrassing fall on-stage, especially after you’re helping me out so much.”

Shirley squeaked, nodding as the mask was slipped easily over her face. She considered telling the man that this was the first time she’d transformed, but instead she kept it to herself. It would be more of an experience this way, going into the changes blind.

Then Eric clicked a button in the mask, and Shirley’s world swam.

There were so many new sensations coming from her body, all at once! Her arms and legs were pulling back into her body even as they began to bulk up. She was getting so muscular that she began to wonder why her form needed such strength.

She had her answer a second later as her trunk barreled out, her breasts receding into her body as a low hiss escaped her mouth. The fabric of the costume bonded with her body and grew heavy on herself, thick and plated scales protecting her like a dragon’s hide. Or like a Tyrannosaur’s…

A vacant grin slipped across Shirley’s face even as it began to expand, her nose and mouth stretching out so far away from the rest of her head. In seconds, she had a crocodilian maw, a large and tough think with hundreds of pounds of bite force.

The woman smirked; then squeaked as her tongue stuck fast to the bottom of her mouth, refusing to move. A thick membrane sealed it in place, and the woman shuddered as she remembered that crocodiles didn’t have dexterous tongues like most other animals.

Just as she began to wonder if she’d made the right choice in becoming a crocodile over an alligator, her nose tapered off to a point and her teeth grew in along the sides of her maw. A long and strong tail grew from her backside into the costume’s tail; then continued to grow as she slid it from side to side.

Finally, Shirley huffed as her nostrils slid to the top of her snout, and she let out a loud bellow just for the sake of making noise. She knew that she didn’t really have any animal instincts, but she felt so big and strong like this!

“Oh, someone likes this!” Eric laughed, popping open the bucket at his side and wafting a delectable scent towards Shirley.

She grinned, turning her head to him. “Yurrr’e durrrned right I do! Now tell me, whurrrt’s that delicious smell?” It was a little funny her voice coming from this body, but she could get used to it if that’s what it meant to live like a dinosaur in modern times!

“Oh, this?” Eric grinned, reaching into the bucket and pulling out a raw chicken leg. “Just some meat for our queen reptile.” He beamed, holding it over her snout. “What do you say? Want to put on a show?”

Shirley grinned eagerly, lifting her head skywards and opening her large maw. Drool trickled down her throat, and the woman mentally squealed at how intimidating she must look like this. A low rumble came from her throat as she urged Eric on, waiting for him to drop the hunk of meat.

He did with a smile, letting it fall into her opened mouth. Her jaw snapped closed, a loud popping sound filling the air as her big scaly snout closed around the morsel. She swallowed it whole contentedly, rumbling with delight.

Her rumbles grew in volume a moment later as Eric crouched beside her, his hands petting her rough hide. It was hard to believe she could call this tough and scaly skin as her own, though she knew that the pictures the other reporters were taking would serve as a fond reminder of her first change.

“So, whurrrt now?” Shirley grinned, looking up to the zoo owner to find him chuckling.

“Well, depending on how many of our audience want photos with you,” he paused as people began to clamor, lining up for previously impossible pictures with such a dangerous beast, “we might have to keep you like this for a bit longer.”

“Longurrr sounds nice.” Shirley grinned, swaying her massive crocodilian tail from side to side. It might be worth quitting her job at the station—or at least making it a part-time—if she could get a job as one of this zoo’s more permanent attractions. For the first time in her life, she felt at ease with crowds.

The crocodile scooted up on her belly to the center of the stage. “Now, who’s furrrst!” She called out with a loud roar. “Betturrr hurrrrrry befurrr I get hurrrngry!”