You're sure you'd be blushing under your fur, but you pull your underwear all the way back up and pull on a white tee so that you don't have to give any further attention to your vulpine cock. You put on some jeans and almost walk out your door before spotting your furred hand. "Gee, should I.." You realize your mother might not know about this. How could she know, anyway? You weren't like this yesterday, after all.. right?
You shake it off and give a last reassurance that you weren't always like this. You can't afford to lose yourself to this if there could be a reversable.. thing.. to change you back! But maybe you don't want to change back.. Argh! You exclaim gruffly at your weak will. How can you lose yourself from humanity? But..
"No," you say to yourself. Further thought is not an option. You walk back to your bed, and fix the position of your clock. "6:49," you read aloud, yawning while doing so, but you whine towards the end.
Grabbing your mouth - muzzle, rather, - in surprise, you feel immense shame and roll over onto your bed and hug your spare pillow. "I didn't ask for this," you say in a breaking voice.
*Knock knock*
Your eyes snap open, and you wipe your tears from your face, even though your fur has damp lines from where the tears have collected. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" your mother asks tenderly. You feel anguish just trying to reply to her. "N-not really.." "Do I need to come give you medicine?" She really does care for you, doesn't she?
You are about to reply when an unexpected instinct kicks in, causing your vulpine sheath to bulge. What the fuck, brain?! You can't believe the perverted way your body just received your mother's affection. You want to breed with her! You sigh in anguish. "Honey, I'm coming in, I know there's something wrong and it's NOT your intestines."
You surge with adrenaline as the doorknob clicks and your red headed mother enters. "Uh.. but.." It's too late as your mother is already standing in the room, slowly walking toward you. You are filled with surprise as your mother nonchalantly sits down next to you and places her hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong, honey?" She asks with compassion. "What's wrong?!" You exclaim, voice cracking under both emotional and deepened stress. "I'm a f.. I'm a fox." You stammer, hugging the pillow.
"W-well.. haven't you always been like this?" She asks in a confused tone. "NO!" You bark violently in anger. She backs up slightly, and you regret your response. "No.. at least.. I don't think I have." She hugs you and kisses your (at least, what you propose to be) cheek. "Honey, please explain to me what you mean, because I definitely remember you being like this all of your life. Just because you were born into a family of humans doesn't mean you're not normal! I mean, sure, as far as we know you're the only one of your kind in the world, but hey, maybe some day you'll find someone like you."
"I'm the only one of my kind..?" You ask with anguish. "But.. I was human yesterday.. I remember it! I was human all of my life, and then this morning, I was.." You stop short, before looking your mom straight in the face. "You've got to believe me, mom. I was human. I had a human girlfriend, and I had normal human friends that we had human fun with. You may remember me as being a fox, but I don't! I just woke up as one!" Your mom stares at you with an unsure face.
"Please.. please, Mom! You've got to believe me!" Your voice begins to break as you speak, and you sob one last time, "Please.. you're the closest person I know.."
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