It had been a long, cold and wet winter's day. Everyone was glad to be inside somewhere sheltering from the harsh weather.
Deep inside a large office buliding, a young cute blonde woman was busy typing at a desk, she was happy just sitting next to the portable heater.
It was late when she had finished work and had offically clocked off for the day.
She yawned as she looked at her watch,
"Half ten, good god, i'm off home" she sighed as she made her way towards the car park on the fourth floor. The cold wind blew throught the car park as the blonde girl shuddered from the chill.
From a distance she could swear she saw something sitting on top of her car's hood and as she got closer she saw a small brown box sitting they with a note stuck on top of it.
"Dear Miss Georgia. I hear you are the right person for this. Me and the boys down at X labs have invented a sweet smelling scent for females called Scented. It is still a proto-type and we hope to bring to the market but first we need an experts opinion on whether or not this product will sell as well as we think. Therefore we have left you this small sample to try. I hope it finds you well and enjoy it. From Mr X"
She hit the button on her key to unlock her silver convertible.
Georgia sighed as she popped the note into her left blazer pocket as she took the box off of her hood and entered her car, she knew deep down she wasn't going to use a proto-type for her reviews she had a reputation to up hold. She only done the best of the best.
After placing the box and her I.D tag in the glovebox, Georgia started her car and turn the heaters on. The bright headlights illuminated the dark car park. Georgia smiled to herself as she carefully pulled out of the parking space and drove out of the car park.
Georgia may have had a great job but she didn't have a great house, she lived with her parent's on the outskirts of town just beyond the forest.
It was late and lonely for Georgia as she drove along the forest road when she heard a loud splutter and bang and her convertible slowly grounded to a halt in the middle of the forest.
Georgia grunted in frustration as she rang her recovery company.
"Thirty Five Minutes Later"
Georgia grunted in anger as she leant back in her driver's seat then a thought struck her. She was in the middle of no-where with no-one else around and rescue didn't seemed like is was coming any time soon, so this would her ample opportunity to try out Scented and get away with not reviewing it.
She reached over and opened her glovebox and took out the small brown box and opened it on her lap. She took out a small hexagon shaped bottle, that was topped with a golden top and spray appliance. A bright pink liquid filled the bottle.
At first Georgia was having doubts about using a prototype perfume but soon curiousity clouded the doubts and soon got rid of them complete and she took of the bottle top and sprayed a small amount of the liquid on her skin around her neck and top part of her chest.
For a few seconds Georgia could small sweet fresh roses but after a few more seconds the smell darken and turned. It began to smell like an old sewer, Georgia coughed as she opened her windows and pulled out a bottle of her own French perfume and quickly sprayed it all around her. The sweet French smells did they best to cover up the smell.
Georgia sighed wiping a few tears from her eyes, she looked up into the rearview mirror as she used a tissue to wipe away the ruined mascara but she stopped as she saw something that surprised her. Amongst her blonde locks she could see some silvery white strands taking over the blonde ones but this was mostly concentrated around the middle of her hair.
Suddenly Georgia cried out in pain as she felt and heard several clicks and cracks coming from her nose, she squeezed her eyes shut as they cries became grunts through her gritted teeth which they had also changed into sharp points.
After a short period of time the pain eased up enough for Georgia to open her eyes to see and inspected the damage.
Her breathing quickened as she saw her nose had became slightly deformed and smaller not to mention it had turned black and was moist around her nostrils. She carefully brought a shaking hand up to her head and she stroked a long white strip of hair that ran down the centre of her forehead and nose.
She was too focused on her nose to notice that her blonde hair was shorter and that her ears had lost the round shaped and had become more pointed.
Georgia began to panic as she felt her hands and fingers cramping up, quickly she flung open the driver's door and tried to flee but something seemed to be stopping her.
"Shit the seat belt!" she cried out as she went to reach over and unclip but stopped when she saw that she had no thumbs as that her fingers could no longer be called fingers, more like toes to be precise.
Her nails popped off one by one as new fresh and shiny black claws grew out of her fingers. This to Georgia was surprisingly less painful then the bone structures changing.
Small needle pricks entered her deforming hands as small black hairs grew out of her skin as pads puffed up on her front toes and palms.
The same pricks spread across most of her body including her face as Georgia looked up at the rearview mirror again she saw black hairs starting to appear on her cheeks and forehead but what she finally noticed was her short black hair with the white strip.
Georgia suddenly felt a pulling sensation coming from her tailbone. Not being stupid and knowing what was about to come she lent forwards slightly. As she did her waist line thinned and her trousers and knickers became a little bit bigger than her. Slowly and painfully her spine pushed downwards, the skin stretched as she winced not daring to look back as a fleshy appendage snake over the top of her trousers. Within the few seconds of it growing the appendage quickly grew black hairs with a white strip running down the middle off it.
Georgia looked back and the appendage that was now a tail struck her as familiar as a strange new smell began to emit from Georgia filled the air then it all caved in around her.
"Skunk!!!" she squealed in a high pitched voice, "The odur, the proto-type" she shrieked as she realised that it was doing this her.
Slowly her clothes began to get bigger on her as under her blouse, her breasts grew smaller and moved down her chest joining with another two sets had only just formed.
Georgia let out a high pitch chirping noise as her mouth and pushed out into muzzle. Her black pumps and socks dropped off her feet as they stretched outwards, her big toes moulding into her feet as pads formed on the bottoms of her toes and feet.
Her black hair could no longer be told apart from her fur coat. The hazel in her eys faded into blackness as Georgia's whole body ached as she shrunk down to her new size.
A few minutes later a small skunk with a white strip running down the centre of it's back, tail and nose ran out from the left trouser leg and headed off into the night failing to notice a tall shady figure watching from a distance.
Every since that night, the same skunk returned to the scene. I thinking it's Georgia looking for a way to turn back but I'll leave that question up to you........
