Rachel did her best to ignore people's stares as she jogged through the park. There were two reasons, both because she'd run out of laundry: she'd run out of both sports bras and jogging headbands. The former was an easily solved dilemma—or at least, she'd thought as much at the time. Who would notice if she wore a tighter shirt and went braless today? The second situation proved a little more difficult, and she'd chosen to wear one of her old headbands. It was black, just like her hair. Nobody would notice that it was a little worn.
She nodded with satisfaction at her appearance, tied her hair back into a pigtail, then set off at a brisk walk towards Central Park. Today looked like it was going to stink, but she'd still make the best of it, just like always.
Only when she began running did she realize the error of her ways. First off, her breasts were flopping everywhere. Each bounce of her heels resounded through her mammaries, drawing more than a few unwelcome stares. It didn't help that as her shirt got more and more sweaty, her shirt clung to her voluptuous frame a little tighter.
That same sweat had another effect: it brought out the hidden flavors that had lain dormant within her headband. The second the hot liquid touched her headband, it started releasing a scent which she could only qualify as a low-grade biological weapon. Of course, by then it was too late to turn back, and she resolved to run as quickly as she could through the park.
So determined was she that she didn't notice a businessman walking in front of her. The two collided, and only Rachel remained standing.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She gasped, helping the man to his feet.
To her surprise, he laughed, dusting off his suit. "Don't worry about it." He blinked, his nostrils twitching as he picked up the smell of her headband.
Rachel felt her face heating up, a deep blush creeping across her cheeks as embarrassment set in. "I'm really sorry; I'm kind of a skunk today."
He patted her on her shoulder, and she felt a tingle run through her body at the gesture. "I wouldn't worry about that too much." The man smiled, scratching his goatee absently. "If it helps, I think you'll become rather accustomed to that."
She opened her mouth to retort, but realized she didn't have much ground to stand on. Instead, she gave him a forced smile and continued on her way through the park.
Rachel was drawing a few more stares now, but she did her best to set those to the back of her mind. Her headband itched at her forehead, and she scratched it absently. Maybe if she'd pulled it off, her day would have ended differently. Her jog would be a little less convenient, sweat dripping into her eyes, but she'd return home in much the same condition she left. Instead, she continued on her way, unknowing of the changes that had already started to sweep across her.
A pair of white stripes now ran through her hair, and with each slap of rubber against dirt, her headband would merge more and more with her head, its colors meshing well with her hair. Rachel continued to jog, heading back onto the path. She wiped at her forehead, her hand pulling away an instant before black fur swept over the skin there.
Her entire body was starting to feel hotter and hotter, and Rachel decided to take a break for water. She paused by the fountain, jogging in place for a few seconds as she worked herself down. People across the area were staring at her, and she did her best to ignore their gazes.
Rachel closed her eyes, relishing the cool water as it splashed across her tongue. She continued to lap away at the water, her tongue flicking out and scooping the cold liquid into her mouth. Then, she opened her eyes with realization. Since when did she drink water like that? Rachel paused, looking down to find that her tongue now hung down to her chin.
She started to scream, but was cut off by a sharp pain above her rear. It felt just like someone had slapped her ass! Though that wasn't uncommon, it was still more than degrading. Rachel turned her head to shout at them, but no-one was there. Confused, she spun around; maybe they were ducking, or running.
Pain blossomed from behind her as she hit the water fountain. Rachel looked back to find she'd hit it with her tail, a long and fluffy white appendage that—tail!? She gasped, but moved away from the fountain to keep herself from further banging her new tail against it.
It twitched as she tried to move it, and Rachel lifted it closer to her eyes as she started to inspect it. Then, she blinked slowly, realizing she wasn't the only one inspecting her new asset. A quick glance around the park confirmed that by now everyone was staring at her, some in amusement, some in horror.
Rachel squirmed uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. Her tail raised, and she squealed as she felt two sharp pains within her rear. Then, she instinctively let loose a torrent of her defensive spray—a move that would have been much more effective at clearing the park had she not been wearing clothes.
Rachel gagged as her shorts flooded with an overpoweringly bad musk, and she fell to the ground coughing. Some of the nearby people ran from her, but those further away laughed at the spectacle. Her nose tingled, and she whimpered as it drew upward, darkening to a light shade of black. Almost immediately, the smell abated in its assault. It was still bad, but no longer oppressively so.
The changing girl opened her eyes, now black in color, and watched as her arms became cloaked in a coat of thick, fluffy fur. She felt a similar tingling across the rest of her body, and glanced down to her legs to find them almost completely covered. Her feet started to ache, and she slipped her shoes off to watch them burst through her socks. Her toes now had small claws, and from what she could see her soles now had soft leathery pads on them.
Rachel held up her hands to her feet for comparison, watching her palms fluff out into similar pads, fur covering the rest of her hands like a pair of matching gloves. Her fingernails grew thicker and sharper, but that seemed to be the extent of those changes.
Now almost as much skunk as girl, Rachel pulled out her phone, glad her paws were still able to use the touchscreen. She turned on the camera, flipping the view so she could see her reflection. Her face was similarly covered with fur, a pair of white stripes running from her hair to the tip of her nose. As she turned her head to view herself from different angles, Rachel became aware that her jaw looked slightly different.
She ran a hand along it, feeling it pulse beneath the gentle pressure of her fingers. She watched in her phone as her mouth pushed out into a short, but cute muzzle. Rachel sighed with relief that she could fit her longer tongue into her muzzle, then squeaked as she realized everyone in the park was still looking at her.
"Stop staring!" She shouted, her voice suddenly louder in her ears. She reached up a hand, feeling her ears expanding beneath her grip, sliding slightly up her head to complete her changes. Rachel looked around, finding that her cry had done little to dissuade the crowd. She squeaked with embarrassment; then hurriedly slipped off her shorts as she felt a building sensation in her rear.
She clambered to all fours, spraying the park behind her in an explosion of eye-stinging chemicals. That was enough to cause the crowd to run, scattering in all directions. Rachel sighed, falling forwards on to her chest, burying her face in her furry arms. At least she wasn't entirely an animal, though this probably marked the end of her watching horror movies.
After a few moments on the ground, Rachel stood. She could either deny what had obviously happened and be sitting in a heap when the authorities showed up, or she could finish her jog and have some dignity... when the authorizes showed up. Both paths ended with the same result, so she chose to do the latter, marveling at how her pads made jogging barefoot so much easier. Plus, her fur-covered chest kept people from ogling her nipples. Maybe today wouldn't stink as much as she thought it would.
