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Ever since I was a little girl, I would ask "What If" to the point it would get the better of me. From eating bugs and dirt, to jumping from trees like a squirrel, I was always off trying something or doing something that I was not supposed to. It was "Valery, stop!" or "Valery, No!" by third grade, I'm sure I would have thought "No Stop" was my middle name instead of "Rachel".

This curiosity, while not a great trait to have to keep me out of the nurses or principal's office, was great in high school science teacher harnessed my undying inquiring nature. First mixing together just common chemicals, watching stuff dissolve and dry ice melting. Then moving through sulfur-water reactions, and purple iodine smoke. I fell in love with chemistry. I may have gone a bit crazy at times, but I did well enough to get a scholarship at the local state university.

It was this triad of my love of chemistry, my careless curious nature, and the location of the university that drove me right into my next love of life, urban exploration. Being in the American Rustbelt, there are a lot of former industrial sights. From companies that have either long since folded or moved, leaving empty buildings in them to fall into ruins. This, along with a declining population, leads to more to more business closing. It's a vicious cycle, all leading to much less to do. So, for a new college student: the local mall? Nope, that closed 5 years ago. Go bowling? Sorry, folded even longer ago. Swimming? Can't. The river is toxic. All that is left is some of the few bars that's open, play videogames in the dorms or wander the Walmart on the edge of town. It was not long before I found others like me. We'd take some sketchpads and cameras on the weekend, and head to that old mall or that bowling alley and document what was still left.

Over the first fall and spring, we hit most of the major easy haunts. Riverdale mall, was first, running through the old Sears and JC Penny's, making out with mannequins then staging them in what we found to be hilarious poses. We jokingly demanded our Cinnabon's and Starbucks extra mocha, piña colada, café frappe soy-free, milk-free, nut-free venti latte with whip that would never come. Feeling the ghosts of the past wash through their sadness of a time long ago, as we sit and read in front of the gate of a Border's Books, just slightly too young to fully understand its loss.

It was a similar story too at Ten Down Lane Blowing Alley. Running down the alleys knocking the few splintering pins that were left behind. Looking at the old pin-setting machines and stumbling though fallen ceiling tiles to the bar that's rested quiet since new years of 2012. It contained some of the best graffiti that was in town, including a whole wall in the Men's Room being dedicated to KiBu, a tag artist who died many years ago.

By the second year, we moved from these easy haunts to the more challenging. The old Lucktronix Washing Machine Plant, that had been shuddered since the 1970s, and the J.D. Fritz Brewery building that had been closed since the 1960s. While not patrolled, they had their own challenges, from rusting guard-rails to crumbling walls, it was not for the faint of heart, but also means that it was not overran by the druggies and was easy to find time to be by yourself, where you couldn't be bothered by anything but your own thoughts, dreams and aspirations.

Though the biggest score was that of the Premier Biochemical Research Facility. It was closed right before I started college. It was highly guarded and fabled throughout the local groups of explorers. No one knew of anyone who had successfully made it further than the parking lot to get in before getting caught or bailing. My crew was more the latter. It had always been our last attempt for the year before breaking for finals and either summer or winter break. We'd always hear a car pull up or had lights drawn leaving us running with our tails between our legs.

It was the spring attempt of my third year, having fallen and broken my leg right before our autumn attempt at the fabled Premier, I was determined to get in and see for myself. I wasn't going to turn-tail and run this time. A few weeks before we headed to scout out, looking at the guarded parking lot and small modern industrial building. This time I was going to get in or be arrested trying. This time we needed a plan. We needed a distraction, a mark, so the other three could get in.

What we came up with was a rather old trick of mystery car trouble. The mark would drive us out to a location where we could get on the back side. Once we made it to the back position, we'd text them to start. They would then drive to the main gate and then stop. Where they would stop, pop their hood up and then take time trying to figure out where a sound was coming from. It would work for a short while, hopefully long enough for the patrol to stop and either usher them away or better yet help them. We'd hit Friday night, two weeks before finals, while most would be out at frat parties and bars, and we still had a few nights to get caught up on the last of our studies.

We pulled straws, well more like spaghetti noodles we were college students after all, in my cramped dorm room. Photos of some of our accomplishments and hangouts tapped on the walls, guarded by a verity of empty ramen bowls and dirty dishes from the several rushed nights before. I reached into the box, broke one of the dry noodles in half, putting the broken end in my mouth before loading my hand with three more full noodles. I sighed and clenched them in my fist. Rolling them around, the butterflies in my stomach began to form, we all were worried that we'd be the distraction. We held our breaths and clinched our hands waiting to find who was to stay behind, I held the noodles, as we each took our turn to pull. Alex pulled first and pulled out the full piece, brought a smile to his face, and more worry to the rest of us. Bridget was next and then pulled the second piece and could feel it was another success. It was now down between me and Roy. One of us would be going in, the other was our bait. His hand trembled reaching mine, finally grabbing one of the two last strands, I gave a small smile as his pull was much shorter than the others, as his moved to that of sorrow; he was our decoy. With the decision of who was doing what, we could begin our actual plan.

Friday night rolled around, there was a light misty rain and clouds to aid with our attempt, but the temperature was miserable. Had this been anywhere else, we wouldn't have bothered. But this was our Premier night, and the show had to go on. Roy dropped us off in the park a quarter mile from the back loading bay of the plant. We just needed to get there without being either seen or if we were seen, or if seen, concealing our infiltration intents. Fortunately, dense wood just off the park's trail supplied aid. Once we made it to the fence, the top of it was covered with barbed wire. From there was a decent distance across a back parking lot to the side loading door. There, we only had to hope that it was either unlocked or easily picked.

It was a quick walk to the fence, we hid in some shrubs by the fence, and let the security car pass. Alex then texted Ray to get to position; that only left us with a couple of minutes to get in. I took a heavy breath, reaching to my damp hoodie and pulled it off. Biting it with my teeth, I climbed to the top of the fence. Then tossing my hoodie over the three lines of barbed wire to lessen their effect as I the as I went over. With the three of us over, Bridget holding the rear, handing me my hoodie. I quickly threw the sleeves over my shoulders before tying them in a knot to make a make shift cape, then darted. Alex took the lead from there. He arrived at the door. Throwing caution to the wind, he pushed open the door. With relief, the door was not locked, nor did it throw an alarm, but just opened with a low creek of rusted metal. We darted in. We couldn't believe it. We did it! We were in Premier Biochemicals. We were local legends.

The inside was dark, the only light coming from the stray beams coming from the streetlamps from outside. It was strange; something so well guarded from the outside, yet totally empty on the inside. The recent abandonment only helps to add to the feeling of unease. I turned on my old low-light flashlight, to be able to see deeper within. Showing us what one would imagine for a back door by the loading bay. A medium empty space feeling very liminal, tape lines on the floor denoting fork-lift or jack cart pathways, and places to store outgoing or incoming cargo from the trucks. On the far side of the room stood two double doors then inviting ourselves back to for a much bigger adventure. Much like a dark ride at a carnival, and we could not resist.

Quietly, we shut the entrance door behind us, and then we pushed forwards. Our faces grinning at the accomplishment, we continued through the dark loading dock to the set of double doors and the long dark hallway behind them. The hallway floor was slightly nicer being that commercial tie you see at malls or stores, and not the bare concrete of the loading dock. Pushing deeper into the bowels of the building, we were punched with the pungent odor of fungal decay, spider webs and stagnant water from the pipes leaking after the winters of neglect. In short order, we came to the first set of double doors set back about 3 feet from the hallway across from each other. Both sets of doors sporting a plaque. The left reading "Prolix™ Packaging Room" and the other, "Advanced Bio-Genomic Research Lab." By the time I looked back to the original door, the other two had vanished.

"How could I pass up this?" I asked myself, being alone and pulling open the door to the Bio-Genomics Lab.

Slipping inside, I was met with stacks of papers all over a black countertop flanked by white metal cabinets. The same style within science labs at school. Old chemicals with contents marked with stickers and grease pencils. The handwritten labels made little sense to my chemistry brain at first: Odocoileus Virginianus, Didelphis Virginiana, Pekania Pennanti, and Procyon Lotor. I had never heard of these chemicals before, but I did know how to find out. I reached and grabbed the flask labeled Procyon Lotor, tossed it into my bag along with a few of the papers.

I turned around and made my way back to the main hall, and with a huff, I left and went across to see what the other two were up to. Opening the factory floor door, I see their dim beams going every which way and hear from both.

"Val?" Alex cried in a whispered yell.

"Val where are you?" Bridgit echoed in a similar tone.

"Over here, I just went the wrong way. You got pictures?" I replied in a quiet tone, while adjusting my bag.

"Yeah, enough to prove we made it," Bridgit said in a more hushed tone.

"So, push our luck, or should we try to get out without getting caught?" Alex asked now composed with our regrouping.

"Do we still have cover?" I ask,

"Well Ray was to tell us when he left with a driving emoji." He responded, "And there's been nothing. So, I'd image so."

"Ok my vote is to go then. I did take something as well to prove we were here." I said tapping my bag while making the glass flask clink.

"I don't have a rap sheet yet," Bridget chimed in, "So I'm all for heading if Ray is distracted."

"Fine we'll have next year to push further then. If this place is still here." Alex relented.

We quickly made our way out to the hall and back to the liminal loading dock. I slowly pushed open the door to the rain, checking our escape. Alex texted Ray our signal of heading out and to meet at the still open Iron House Restaurant, just past where we met up. With that sent, we darted off through the rain back to the fence. I untied my hoodie cape and handed it to Bridget. We once more hopped the fence: first Bridget, then Alex, then finally me.

We were out; we had done it. I was overjoyed climbing down the fence and lost my footing on the way down. I hit the ground, where the mud caused me to slip even further and roll head over heel into the park brushes. Alex quickly grabbed my hoodie as I picked myself up. Doing a quick once over, I didn't feel anything too damaged. Sure, I was sore, but nothing a day rest would fix. We hurried back deeper into the park, as the patrol car started to head back in our direction. Coming to the rain soaked main trail, Bridget and I let a small joyful squeal while Alex started to laugh almost uncontrollably. I still remember the rain running down everywhere, even my back. The mist had given way to a proper warm spring shower, washing away some of the mud off my backpack and jeans.

"I can't believe we actually finally did it!" Bridget finally spoke.

"I know!" I blurted in response.

"This calls for celebration French toast and a stack of Iron mini-waffles!" Alex said with a smile.

"The sooner the better. Then I can show what I picked from the history bin." I say with a quickened step.

The walk itself took a good 20 minutes in the rain, only letting up when we arrived. We were soaked to the bone. The Iron House doors opening was a sweet relief from the rain. The green back walls by the kitchen behind the counter, with booths opposite to each side. The far end having a broken jukebox and the other end towards the restrooms. Inside several wait staff and a few early night customers stayed at the site of 3 soaked students before going back to their own conversations. We beelined it to a booth in the back by the broken jukebox, not wanting to be more of a disturbance.

"Okay now check this out," I say pulling out the first of the reports I found.

The report had the Premier Biochemicals logo on the upper left corner of the front page. Three stapples held it together. The title was next "Condensing of Mammalian Deoxyribonucleic Acids and Potential Markets for Interspecies Compounds for Rare Diseases", in the largest font. Under that it was Advanced Bio-Genomics Research Group, followed by 3 other authors before ending in "Confidential - For Internal Premier Biochemicals Use Only." Scrolled across the bottom.

"Well okay, we have some old lab reports that would prove we were there" Bridget says paging through the paper.

"I have a few more reports, but I also have this!" I said reaching into the bag and feeling the rubber stopper then grabbed the neck and pulled out the flask labeled in grease pencil "Procyon Lotor". As I brought it into view, the silvery chemicals had disappeared. A quick inspection I found a large crack in the bottom of the flask. My eyes go wide as I place the broken flask onto the table.

"Okay that neat but don't you have those same flasks in you labs?" Alex asked.

"Oh no! Oh no, no, no, no!" I said looking at the missing contents,

"Uh what's wrong," Bridget said in a calming stern voice.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I continued to panic a bit "This should be full of like a clear silverly liquid."

"Okay well I guess it leaked then. So, what's the harm?" Bridget asked.

"I don't know what Procyon Lotor is! For all I could know it's a toxic chemical, I could be exposed to something!" I continued in my panic.

"Raccoon," Ray said finally making it up to us.

"What?" I asked.

"Procyon Lotor, it's the scientific name for a raccoon," he restated.

"I, what? Why would they have a chemical named after raccoons?" I asked once more trying to put the pieces together.

"Look, are you hurting?" Bridget asked,

"No," I replied, "Just soaked from the rain."

"Then I think you're fine" she said putting her hand on my damp shoulder.

"So, you took that from there then, I take it?" Ray asked pointing to the flask on the table.

"You know it!" Alex said grinning ear to ear "Well, Val did, but we did take some pictures too."

"That awesome! I wish I would have been able to go in. I had to spend the whole time talking about cars and how these new computerized wis-gadgets are terrible." Ray went to explain his hand swishing in a dismissing manor.

A few hours passed, between the bottomless soda and coffee and the rush of adrenaline we stayed in that back corner for most of the night. Elated with joy and the feeling of conquest we had gotten in and out. We were heroes. We were legends. We were invincible.

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As the weekend grew on the rumor spread. Premier was infiltrated, and our group were the ones who did it. It felt amazing emotionally, but physically my back ached. At first, I thought it was just the fall from when we got away, but it only seemed to intensify over the weekend, to the point Monday I thought to seek out the doctor at the university clinic.

As I got out of the shower on Sunday night, I looked in the mirror. I stood there for a solid ten minutes studying my face. Something was feeling off as I looked back at my reflection. The roots of my blonde hair where much lighter almost white at the roots. The skin around my eyes gave a five o-clock shadow look to them. At first, I thought it was stress from finals, but then final week happened.

That Monday, I slept until one in the afternoon, waking up with barely any time to get dressed. After my final, I returned to attempt to get properly ready for the day. Taking off my pants, I greeted by a forest of hair on my legs that started off white fading to a blond color before giving way to dark gray halfway down my calves. I tried to shave them, but the razor would get clogged up with half of a swipe, and had dulled the whole razor by the time I was able to get my knees to ankle shaved.

Giving up on deforesting my legs, I moved to the mirror to mess with my hair. Thin hairs had started growing around my eyes also in a similar dark color to my legs, giving me a mask-like appearance. I tried several times to shave close to my eyes, but stopped after finally cutting my cheek. Finding it almost impossible to shave off, I used some foundation and eye shadow to hope it would hide it. Looking at my caked on makeup I sighed and left for the clinic. I rush out taking the most direct route to the clinic. I did not want to give anyone time to question my poor makeup job. I normally was not fussy, but I worried it looked bad.

Getting to the medical science building, I made my way to the lobby and down the hall to the university clinic. Walking into the dated waiting room I pulled out a twenty dollar bill for the co-pay and explained my back pain and that it was getting worse to the receptionist. She took my information and asked me to sit down. Thirty minutes went by, my face kept down on my phone, trying to avoid eye contact until my name was called.

We headed back to the exam room. I hopped onto the medical bed with the nurse and once more explained my issue to the nurse before she left to get the doctor. I shifted my weight around, finding it almost uncomfortable to sit on the edge of the bed at first. Having I pushed myself back more and started to kick my legs as I waited. Several minutes passed before the doctor came in. A dark blue shirt and pant scrubs under his white lab coat, and a stethoscope thrown around his neck. He was not too much older than me, probably just out of med school. I couldn't help but smile at him.

I did tell him about falling down, and the back ache, but neglected to say how or why. We went off for some x-rays in the next room before waiting again in the exam room. Eventually he came in with a his laptop balanced on his forearm and an x-ray pulled up on the screen.

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news, what would you want to hear first?" he asked, looking back at me.

"Uh, okay. What's the good news?" I asked, starting to be concerned.

"Well, you look to be healing up well, and in six weeks you should be as good as new." He says with a half-smile.

"And the bad news?" I ask, now more concerned.

"Well, with that fall, you have a small fracture in your coccyx, not much" he says circling his screen, "but enough where this is probably where you're feeling discomfort."

"Okay, well, does that mean I need surgery?" I ask now even more concerned about making my finals.

"Well, a fracture this small, I would worry about nerve damage and other possibilities, instead I would let it heal naturally, but also keep items light. I can write a prescription up for some heavier pain killers if you want."

"Okay, you sure everything else is fine?" I asked, still uncertain what was going on.

"You can always come back if things keep getting worse. So do you want a prescription?" He says with a smile.

"Sure, I guess" I responded back, already getting tired.

"Okay," he said writing it out. "This should help with any pain."

"Thanks," I said still uncertain taking back the prescription. "Another 14 dollars down the drain."

I left the clinic and now need a prescription. I rushed over to the pharmacy that was in the student union several blocks away. The whole way, trying to not let anyone get a good look at my botched makeup job. I thew open the doors to the union and I walked right by Bridget without me noticing. I was laser focused on getting to the pharmacy, and getting back to my dorm where I could be safe from ridicule on my harry legs and terrible makeup. Upon getting the prescription filled I rushed back to my dorm and collapsed onto my bed for a few hour nap.

Awaking from my nap, Afternoon had slipped into early evening. I placed an order for pizza and then started to dig through the internet, throwing myself into writing my papers. I lost track of time writing about social-economic effects, diet cola and colder and colder pizza. The length of my paper grew, as the midnight oil kept burning. I felt awake, alert, focused like it was four in the afternoon instead of four in the morning. My steam finally began to wane when daylight was beginning to show out my dorm window. Only then did I realize that I had not slept and I had a chemistry lab in four hours.

Once more dragging myself to the mirror to attempt to reapply the old makeup as a small craft of coffee. While a bit better than yesterday there was a light amount of hair around my eyes, somehow making it a little easier to blend, but unable to hide the deep bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I pulled down my pants to find the jungle of hair there. With a begrudged sigh, I grabbed a pair of jeans from the hamper and put them on to hide the hairs on my legs. Changed out my bra and grabbed a mostly clean shirt and headed off to the final lab.

The lab itself was difficult to focus on, my attention pulled between attempting to keep awake and trying to keep the plastic chair from making my damaged tailbone from hurting. The two others lab partners, not fully aware of my lack of enthusiasm, continued with me, even one point preventing me from starting a fire from my carelessness. Immediately after the lab was over, I went back to my dorm once more and napped the day away.

By the time I awoke Tuesday night, I felt both refreshed, and invigorated. I made a new craft of coffee and reviewed the scribble of notes I made. Taking a gulp of coffee, it was clear that I needed to get food while I still could and that my chicken scratch was going to be difficult to decipher. A quick run to student union I was able to acquire an everything sub, as well as a block of ramen for later. Once more I burned the midnight oil to crank out the lab report, as well as get a good start on my advanced organic chemistry final paper. I pushed the midnight oil knowing that I had all of Wednesday to study and work on a polish my papers and lab reports, once more falling asleep around five in the morning and sleeping until well past three in the afternoon.

Waking up, I walked over to the mirror, and pulled away the caked on makeup that I had on yesterday, revealing the thick dark gray hairs around my eyes they were covering. I traced them with my hands out to my cheeks where they turned blond to white on the bridge of my nose. Pulling off my pajama pants showed the hair on my legs was even worse. They were covered in thick dense fur like hairs, and spread further up my waist, and only thinned at my abs, going as far as my breast, most being of a white color. I turned around looking at my back, and I gasped at the trail of short blond hairs that went now from the top of my head and down my spine. What more was a large bulge in the back of my panties and some extra black hairs protruding from my left leg.

Taking off my panties a half a foot long little tail of blond and dark gray fur was clinging on to my backside. I could only look and stare at the weird addition to my body that was just there. What was more insane was turning and seeing it move with the rest of my body, focusing on it feeling the fur on it move and sway, as I twirl. This was definitely not right though the pattern looked familiar. I did not know what to do. I had a tail. I had grown fur all over my legs and waist. I did not know what was causing this. Was there something in the water? Was I hallucinating? Was this all a dream? I did not know, but I needed to find out and fast.

I did the only thing I thought I could do; I called Bridget. It took her a few rings to pick up "Hey girl, how you doing. You have been a hermit the past few days. You alight?"

"Bridget, get here now, somethings not well" I say in a hushed panic.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there in 15. What's wrong?" she says.

"I, I don't know but I think I'm going insane." I say feeling my anxiety rising.

"Okay, I'll be right there" she says before hanging up.

It felt like an hour before she arrived, although she still insists was 5 minutes. I walked back and forth in my dorm room. As I walked, I could hear my nails tap the floor occasionally. A few rapid knocks at the door let me know it was there before I slowly opened the door.

"Hey Bridget," I say letting her see only my fur masked eyes.

"What that? What's going on with your eyes?" She says seeing my face.

I feel my anxiety rise more, worried I was not crazy and that I was having a weird reaction to something., "I... I don't know, it's also not my eyes..." I say sheepishly and turn around showing her my mini-tail "It's all over."

"It looks like a little raccoon tail" She said without thinking, "Okay very funny Val. Very impressive, but You can stop the joke."

"This isn't a joke," I spit back in terror "It real, this is not a joke. Look", I begin to undress in front of her showing off the fur around my torso, my hands, feet and try to move the tail even.

"Uh," she was all she could muster for a solid minute, breaking with "I don't know what to tell you. Maybe watch if it gets worse? I mean you can hide this for now."

"I, I'll try" I said getting back to a half-composed manner.

"Look, I'm here if you need anything" she said giving me a hug.

"Thank you." I said slowly, getting a bit of a grounding and giving her a long hug.

The rest of the day I tried to focus on my papers, but I was constantly checking if anything else had changed. I swore I could feel it growing inching by inch off my body, and by evening, it was already a foot long. Eventually I gave up trying to hide it and pulled down my pajama pants for my new appendage. By 1 am I was still wide awake and resorted to taking several sleep aids to fall asleep.

Thursday morning came and one thing though was obvious, I needed more help. By this point my tail had fully grown out to nearly two feet, my finger nails had turned black, and my fur had started to grow up my hands and arms. I needed to borrow a long dress skirt from Bridget to attempt to hide my new appendage for my early morning final, I didn't even bother to try to hide my furring face, and darkening nose. It was almost too much to do to even pretend to be fully human.

Following the test, I stopped off at the clinic again and left the doctor completely gasped. He couldn't do anything to help but draw blood anyways and was going to try to reach out to others around the area to try to figure out what happened. I came clean on the whole Premier incident, being the only lead I could think of. He left me with a note for an extension on my two papers that I had almost completely written by now. I hoped to hear back from the blood work, but I got nothing.

By Friday, the changes had continued to spread. My hands were a mix of human and raccoon. Fur covered my entire body from the neck down. My nose had darkened more and started to change shape and several whiskers had begun to grow. Some people were both fascinated by my look but kept their distance. Bridget visited several times during the day to see how I was doing. Each time she ended with a hug. It was the last one before staying over the night that really put me through the roof, while taking my papers in to the chemistry class for me.

She reached to feel my fur and dig into touch my skin, pushing the fur apart and down in a stroke. It was the first time I could feel the brunt of what I was becoming. The magical joy of my fur coat. I no longer feel scared, but I felt right. I looked at that masked face after in the mirror and the first time in days I smiled, I looked at my sharpening teeth and blunt whiskers. Tears welled in my still bright blue eyes. I like it. I liked what I am becoming now. I was becoming the ultimate explorer, one match for both man and beast. All I could do now was sit back and wait for my changes to finish, and for Bridget to come back with some Iron House Waffles.

Saturday, I slept for most of the day, waking up at the beginning of dusk. I was odd being fully rested and ready for coffee and breakfast at six thirty at night. My phone was overflowing with messages from people worried about me and my raccoon predicament. It took me over an hour before I was able to get through all of the text messages, before moving on to the three voice mails from the school clinic. Each of the voicemails asking me to call back between 10 am and 3 pm on Saturday, and 6 to 6 Monday through Friday. I glanced out at the twilight sky from my dorm room window, it was obvious, I was not getting any of my results until Monday.

Now having delt with what needed to be done, I was free to take stock of my body: a two and a half foot long tail, with the blond and gray striped fur matted from how I slept last night. My nails had turned black and lead to claws on my hands and feet. My feet now looked like paws, with my heals not even able to touch the ground when I stood up. My whole body is covered in blond, white or dark gray fur only giving to my white blond hair on the top of my head. The inside of my hands having a soft paw pad and my face had started to swell into a full on muzzle. My ears had pointed and started to be covered in fur on the back and already halfway up my head. I turned side to side just at this point admiring the new creature I was becoming.

The evening itself went smoothly. Bridget came over for a while and this time asked for some pets as well as a hug. It felt so amazing still, and I was sad to watch her leave for bed. Making her promise to spend a night tomorrow together. She said nothing but gave a blushful smile. The rest of the night went well, if not a bit lonely, being one of the few beings up until dawn's light.

Sunday evening was also uneventful. I spent the first bit looking over my face admiring the finishing changes. Turning my head, my ears now rest on the crown as a raccoon's ear should. Tail paws hands and alike still holding their shape from the day before. My nose now pushed out into a full raccoon muzzle, and my sense of smell much improved with it.

I put on a pair of panties and bra before spending the next half hour making room and cleaning for some special company with Bridget. My fur on my brow wet from sweat when I heard a knock on my door. I open the door slowly to see her standing there, a cookie tin in hand and some handful of fabric on her arms. I smiled best I could with my new muzzle and let her in, as she gave me a deep long scratch under my chin. A new deep chitter leaving my vocal chords I did know I could make from the euphoria I felt from it.

After a bit of deep scritches and a bit of her questioning my new anatomy, we set into my original luring task for us. I had all my clothes laid out onto my bed. She turned on The Lord of the Rings and we set off to work, modifying my clothes to fit my more perfect form. We made short work only needing to add tail holes thought my limited wardrobe. We both found ourselves only wearing some underwear by the end of the first film. I tried to put on my charm to let us explore each other more, but poor Bridget was too tired and fell asleep by 1 am. I tucked her into my twin bed, tucked against the wall. I ate more ramen, and played a few rounds of video games in an attempt to make myself tired. Eventually I gave up and curled up next to her, snuggling in, wrapping my tail around her legs, letting her put her hand over me, and tried to drift off to sleep.

Monday morning came too quickly with Bridget rolling over me to get out of bed, only a few hours after sneaking into it. As she got out, I tried to roll over and go back to bed. She left me alone for a few hours, but she was forceful come 10 am, as I asked her to be. We changed clothes and headed down to the clinic. Several people's heads were turning as we do, her by my side, I was able to walk with my tail flowing behind me as we made the short walk over. Getting to the waiting room, they didn't even check me in but waved me right through to the exam room, but stopping Bridget at the exam room door.

Several minutes passed before the doctor was able to come in. All I could do was sit on the bed, my tail draping off of it and onto my feet. When he came in there was a look of confusion mixed with now understanding.

"Well, that would explain everything then," he said looking me over in shock.

"Well I guess, but do you have an idea of what caused this?" I asked, flicking my tail and kicking my dangling paws.

"Well, uh, so we sent in your blood sample. The first lab rejected it saying they only deal with human blood, not raccoon. We then sent it to a veterinary service, and well, all of the cells they checked were a mix of raccoon and human cells" he said with a bit of confused confidence.

"Well seeing how things have gone, I guess that makes sense" I said my tail moving by its own power.

"We, we did get in touch with Premier Biochemicals, and asked if there were any concerns about what was in their old factory here, and they said no at first." he continued to stager.

"Well okay, I don't why this wouldn't be concerning?" I say motioning to my raccoon body.

"That's what I thought too, but once I said what I was observing, they quickly changed their tune, that they may have left some experiments that could alter DNA," he leads on

"Okay," I said waiting to be lead to a conclusion I had already came up with in my head.

"Well, I did ask about this and what they did know was that it did work on test animals absorbing half the DNA supplied, but were never successful separating the DNA after it was absorbed." He said getting to the zinger.

"So, let me guess. This is me now. I'm a raccoon lady?" I asked us a sly smile on my muzzle having beaten him to the punch.

"Uh, yes, yes. It would appear so. I'm not certain what can be done to assist more than it. We could peruse options." he said.

"No, um actually, after this weekend, this is fine. I kind am enjoying it." I said with the best smile I could make with my new muzzle.

"Well, we can try calling Premier and asking them about possible next options" he did finally continue after getting caught off guard from my delight on my prognosis.

"Well, if you do. I don't want to be fixed, but you know, if they need a chemist in a year, I'd be interested." I said back, "But for cures, there's nothing to cure. I'll just adapt."

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I look back at you with my lush deep blue eyes, bounded in a gray masked muzzle. My cream blond hair messed on the bed, myself laying back in the covers in a suggestive pose with my tail wrapping behind my head, one hand on my bra clasp and the other gripping the blanket behind me.

I grin and lick my lips thinking on my intentions beyond just on my story I just recalled from those few years ago, "So now you know my story, let's take this a bit further, and answer the question you asked back in the club: What if we found out?"