Part 2 of "A Day I Won't Forget"
Part 2 of "A Day I Won't Forget"
Written by Mobius
The following contains scenes of...well, actually, it's completely clean. This is a continuation of "A Day I Won't Forget" It actually has no TF in it, but it is the after effects of having just been transformed into a ferret and being adopted. Enjoy!
New scents, sounds, and as we passed through the "Employees only" door, I realized that once vibrant colors were now just tan and yellow. I was color blind now, I figured, and it wasn't all that bad, since I had brand new boundaries of hearing and smell. The smell of a hundred different creatures filled the room, and the sounds of all them mixing were quite loud. It was a bit distracting. I realized that I was perched on the edge of balance on Jasmine's shoulder, poking my nose out as far as I could.
I was getting quite used to my ferret body. Balancing on something as thin as this woman's shoulder was quite a simple task. I looked around again, looking at all the chattering people. We headed toward the front desk, and the woman there smiled and nodded, turning to sign something into a book. Jasmine walked behind a stand, grabbing the pet carrier that was there.
"Sorry, but this is local law. I'm going to have to keep you in here until we're in my house."
I balked a bit, backing up from her reaching hands. Finally, I allowed her to take me from my perch and place me into the carrier. I turned quickly in the tight space watching as the wire-frame door shut, and locked. Now I was experiencing the not-so-good side of being a pet.
Constriction. Entrapment. Prison.
I became a bit scared. Jasmine's face appeared at the bars and smiled. "All right, you stay nice and comfy, and I'll be back in a second. Just a few more papers to fill out."
She moved away, and I uttered a squeak, trying to get her to take me with her, but she must have not heard it. I sat back, turning and looking out through the various holes drilled into the sides. I reached my paw through the bars trying to pull the lock down and up at the same time. My tiny ferret paws were not nearly strong enough as human hands, and it was impossible to open the wire locks. I graoned softly to myself, automatically using ferret mannerisms without realizing it. My back arched, and I reached my paw out again, in a futile attempt at opening my cage door.
My movements must have attracted a worker, because a man dressed in the uniform picked up my carrier, his face appearing outside the bars. He smiled. "Well, somebody must be picking up supplies or something for you. I'll put you back in here so you can't get stolen." With that, the cage opened and a hand reached in, grabbing me around my long middle and gently placing me in a glass container. Quickly, without my realizing, around my back, right leg was placed a small tag with the word "Sold" typed on it. I shook my back leg, automatically trying to get rid of the thing that interfered with my ability to walk. It didn't work. I finally glanced around the small cubicle and realized that I was inside the cage with the other ferrets.
I blanched, realizing this could go dreadfully wrong, especially since there were two other ferrets with the word "Sold" attached to their legs, one of them looking just like me. This was not good. I felt very nervous, watching the other ferret that looked like me. As I watched him play with the other ferrets, though, I realized that I was feeling more and more playful as well. I bounded over to the wrestling ferrets, joining in the fun. I bit one of their ears, rolling over as another got me from behind. My head turned to nip at the one behind me and I caught sight of Jasmine standing next to the worker that put me in here. Jasmine was reaching down and taking out the ferret that looked just like me, who I guess had stopped playing for a few seconds. I flipped myself over, my wiry body suddenly pinned by another ferret. I wrestled, trying to get him off of me, and finally scrambled free. I ran to the edge of the cage, just in time to watch Jasmine put the other ferret in the carrier and leave the store with all of the supplies she bought.
Supplies meant for me.
I felt very jealous all of a sudden. The ferret mind surfaced, instinct trying to tell me I should feel jealous because another ferret was adopted before me. But then I pushed that away with my human mind and felt very, very scared. I shook the tag on my leg again, realizing it may be too late before Jasmine returned to get me. I could be picked up soon by the family that I had been "sold" to.
And as if on cue, I was lifted from my cage, and I met the face of a college girl with raven hair and glasses, one of the girls who as a kid in middle school was probably considered a nerd, but later in college grew to be quite beautiful. My paws frantically scrabbled and twisted a bit from not touching the ground. I pushed the ferret instinct away and tried to sit still in her hands. For some reason, I wanted to make a good impression on this girl. I wanted to make her proud of such a well-behaved pet. But then I shook my head to clear it as she spoke.
"Hey, calm down a bit. Don't you remember me? I'm back to pick you up and take you home!"
Her soothing voice calmed down the instincts that were trying to take over my head. I could tell immediately that she was good with animals. I realized what I had just thought. She was really good with animals, and I was the animal! That sent a spike of fear into my head again, this time, panicking my human mind. I would probably be this woman's pet for the rest of my life! Then another thought interjected; a silent one that barely made itself heard. "Maybe it won't be that bad..." it said. I yelled back at it, "I HAVE BEEN TURNED INTO AN ANIMAL!!! WHAT'S NOT BAD ABOUT THAT!?!?" But the seed had been planted, and I came to realize it wasn't all bad.
Sure, I could no longer talk, enjoy a hamburger, or spend any more time playing Borderlands, but then I could spend my life as a pet, being taken care of and spending all day sleeping and playing. It wasn't that bad. In fact, it was quite good. I calmed down, and the voice that blatantly rejected the idea of spending the rest of my life as an animal was overpowered by the voice that condoned spending the rest of my life as a pet. Plus, I might get to see this woman nake--
I shoved the thought out of my head. It seemed wrong somehow. Maybe it was because the ferret side of my brain was growing a bit more pervasive, and therefore squelching my human tastes and desires. Which was probably a good thing, because a human in a ferret body without the help of a ferret mind to control it could get bad. Besides, being from a pet store and all, I was probably fixed anyway. I glanced down. YES!! I had forgotten I was just transformed, and therefore a perfect specimen of ferret untouched by human medical devices. For some reason that made me really happy. Except for the fact that it didn't really matter. I could probably never debase myself enough to have sex as an animal.
I glanced back up at the girl, noticing that she had been talking the whole time, to me. Didn't matter. Being a ferret and acting the part, I shouldn't even understand English anyway. But, at the same time, I might have missed important information about myself, her, or my new home.
"--ing's already set up, so you'll be able to acclimate yourself quite nicely." Here she shifted me to a better position, on her shoulder so I could finally put my paws to a solid surface. "Sheila can't wait to finally have a playmate. The people here told me that she will show you where everything is, so I won't have to."
Finally, she reached the front desk where she signed a few papers, probably the same ones that Jasmine had to sign. Finally the girl took me off of her shoulder and onto a small counter nearby. I sniffed the air again, the ferret instincts coming into automatic. I noticed I still didn't know the girl's name. Or my name for that matter. She had put her purse down next to me on the counter, and I dived in, getting a quick peek at the driver's license inside. Erin something, and her date of birth was exactly the same as mine! What were the odds of that? A thought at the back of my human mind whispered, "You'll never celebrate another birthday..." but I ignored it. Erin pulled me out of her purse giggling. "You know, Sheila did the same thing when I got her?" She pulled a weird strap thingy from the purse after I had been set back down. "Here ya go. The guy at the desk said I didn't have to put you in a carrier if I had you on one of these."
She pulled a part of the strap under the front part of my body, and a part over my head. I instinctively pulled back slightly, lifting a paw, ready to back all the way up if need be. She soothed the ferret in me again by saying that it was OK, and that it was just until we got to the car. I put my paw back down. The straps were a type of harness attached to a leash. It was just a precaution I guess, since after that she didn't put me on the floor, but back on her shoulder. She then walked out of the store, and I watched her smile to a worker as she left. I then thought about the fact that she didn't have to go through the week of becoming an animal like I did. She had mentioned someone called Sheila. Was that another pet? Another ferret? My ferret mind grew suddenly excited. I would have someone to play with!
Erin slowed to a stop at the driver's side of a Prius. She got in carefully, and I climbed around to her other shoulder and jumped into the passenger seat. She closed the door and looked at me, who looked up at her and scratched my left ear. She giggled again and reached out and scratched my long back. I flipped over and playfully nipped her fingers, letting my new ferret mind take over, since it was far better at having fun. She laughed out loud, waving her hand back and forth and moving her fingers up and down, giving me a moving target. I put my paws on both sides of her hands, trying unsuccessfully to keep her hand still so that I could playfully bite her pinky.
My human mind did a size comparison, coming to the conclusion that I was small. I was slightly shorter than Erin's forearm (not counting her hand). I became a bit distressed at that, but that very quickly faded. I was enjoying every second of my play fight with Erin's hand, and it was hard to concentrate on little human distresses when I was having so much fun.
Finally she stopped, still laughing after flipping me over and spinning my body around in the seat. She was l probably laughing at the confused looks I showed when I was unsuccessful at trying to catch her fast-moving hand. She started the car. I stood up on all fours again, untangling myself from the harness I was still in. The leash had wrapped around me from rolling so much. One of my back legs was pinned to my body. I pulled, trying to escape. I lay back down, rolling over a couple of times. I was confused. My ferret mind, which I had let in control, couldn't figure out the puzzle. I twisted, biting at the leash, trying to pull it this way or that. I finally rolled off of the seat, hitting the floor in front of it. Erin laughed, reaching down, still keeping her eyes on the road, as she picked me up by the scruff of my neck. As my weight was lifted, the strength left my body. I felt completely helpless for the half-moment that I was in her grip. It felt...good. Like an old memory.
My human mind suddenly pushed forward and I figured that it was the ferret in me who thought of complete loss of power as a good thing. Maybe it was the genetic "mother-child" feeling that all young ferrets get when picked up by the scruff of the neck. Erin, still watching the road and glancing over only periodically, untangled me from the leash part of the harness, finally freeing my leg. The danger finally over, I allowed the ferret to take over again.
It decided that it should explore.
So I slunk off the seat, checking every nook and cranny for...what? I didn't even know. I was just curious to see everything that could be seen. Finally, exhaustion won out over curiosity and I decided I should find somewhere to sleep. The human in me wanted to be near Erin, so I ended up climbing up the back of the driver's seat and stepping onto her shoulder. I curled up on her shoulder, my back against the chair in a nice, comfortable, and best of all, warm, spot. I watched her drive, taking in her scent. She looked at me in the rearview mirror and petted me, leaning her head over and rubbing it against me. Her hand felt good against my fur, and the ferret in me loved it. I did too. I yawned, stretching my paws out in front of my furry chest, and then closed my eyes. Before I fell asleep, I wondered at the new body I was in, tensing different parts of it and relaxing the muscles.
Like my tail. You will never understand how awesome it feels to have a tail, to feel a brand new appendage moving almost automatically to improve your balance. I would never be able to perch on anyone's shoulder without it. Then, my paws, which were wonderfully supple, almost like a human hand, like a mix between a human and a dog. My ears, I could move back or forward, left and right, changing direction along with the most interesting sound. It was all so different, and so overwhelming. I was having immense fascination with just examining my own paws, and tail, and ears, and senses, and fur, and...just this new body! But once again, exhaustion won out over curiosity, and I fell into sleep, still wondering who Sheila was.