No matter what his body was feeling, Jim's mind wasn't up for that sort of activity. Jim backed up toward the tent thinking that the distance seemed a whole lot further under these circumstances.
"Where you going?" inquired one of the love-drunk Casonovas, "We just want a little fun, and you seem like a nice...girl?"
Jim began to panic a bit, and felt a strange pressure begin to build.
"Non, you no unnerstan' what eet ees I am telling you! I do not want to...how do you say..." Jim stammered in his new lingo.
The two, luststruck, loomed closer. Jim felt truly odd and felt his tail jerk of its own volition--the odor of flowers was completely overpowering. The two men coughed, wheezed and collapsed in a pink fog.
"I deed not mean to do zat...I'm zo zorry..." Much to his surprise, Jim felt truly sorry and even disappointed. He backed up quickly, nearly running backward into the tent. He quickly typed the corrections into the system and dashed to the tube.
Not being used to having four feet of black and white fur in a tail, he hardly noticed as his tail knocked dials for the system left and right, leaving a random trail across the readouts. The tube closed and he felt the sensation of the liquid working its miracles.
He still had no idea just what he'd done to the controls, until he stepped out of the tube and saw, reflected in the mirror...
Tue Aug 25 16:21:08 1998