It can't just be random coincidence...

You look over your new body from where you've fallen. From the waist up, you're a model worthy of a dirty magazine, complete with large, pert breasts, emerald eyes and fire-red hair. The mirror confirms it. From the waist down, however, you're something you'd expect to see in National Geographic. You decide to investigate that region in more detail. The fact that you're still female explains the pouch (and the breast you found growing inside it). Out of curiosity, you crane your head to get a look at your new junk down below and find (with a little bit of poking and prodding) everything to be in working order, despite the fact that you're now a marsupial "down under." Your tail is less bouncy than you expected from cartoons (understandably), but it can support your weight when you lean back, which is sort of nice. Then you try walking around, and promptly hit your head on the ceiling. Roo legs, it turns out, aren't designed for a low ceiling, and you can only manage a weak shuffle without bouncing.

Then you start to think about it - why the hell did this happen? I mean, it's not like complaining about it could change it (not that you've serious reason to complain, other than the bump you now have on your head from the ceiling), but there wasn't really any reason!

You hear unusual sounds coming from outside, but the television is closer and you don't want to try and move very far. Or you could even try to get to a computer or telephone - I mean, something like this can't have only happened to you, can it?

Written by Fovix

Try to go outside

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