"A soda? Don't mind if I do," Carl said. He pulled up a chair to the other side of the Dean's desk and made himself comfortable. Dean Rodriguez had not intended for any familiarity, but she was desperate to test her theory, so she put up with it.
"What flavor did you choose?" she asked, casually jotting down notes.
Carl looked at the label and smiled. "Furnilla. Look at the cat on the bottle. It looks like my Daisy. Did you know I have three cats? Well, they used to be my wife's, but when she up and left three years ago, I guess they became mine. I was always a dog person myself, but the little critters sort of grew on me..."
"For someone who claimed to be thirsty, you sure do talk a lot," Rodriguez said. She hoped she came off as light hearted rather than as bitchy, and that her gritted teeth weren't obvious.
Judging by Carl's icy look, she didn't succeed. Fortunately, he dealt with the awkward silence by removing the bottle cap and taking a long swig.
"Taste any alcohol?" the Dean asked, her fake-friendly stretched to the breaking point. "Do you feel woozy or intoxicated?"
Carl's usual good humor faded as it was clear that he was being used as a guinea pig. "Nope. Just like a normal crream soda. Maybe a little less sweet than usual and...ulp!" He twitched in his seat, briefly doubling over. When he sat up again. Blinking furiously, he removed his thick round glasses.
"Your eyes!" gasped Rodriguez. Carl's eyes had turned large and green and developed catlike slits.
"I know!" Carl said, his irritation at the dean forgotten. "My vision just cleared up. It's the damnedest thing..."
Rodriguez just stared at Carl, who seemed oblivious to the changes going on. Pounds seemed to melt away, leaving his frame girlish and slender, with his uniform hanging off of him. Years melted away, too, and had Rodriguez not known that her security chief was in his fifties, she would have guessed he was barely old enough to be a freshman. His features grew delicate and feminine, while his stubbly beard fell out, leaving his face smooth and supple. The Dean gasped a little when she watched his ears migrate up his head becoming catlike, pointed, and covered in orange fur.
"What's wrong?" Carl asked, alarmed. He coughed a little when his voice sounded strange in his ears. "Have I been poisoned? I feel a little funny."
"No, not poisoned," the Dean said, fascinated, as feminine curves began to appear under Carl's baggy uniform. His shirt which had been tent-like a moment before now grew tight as a magnificent bosom began to swell beneath, and his pants grew taut as inviting hips and a round ass filled out underneath. Rodriguez had little doubt that the chief was now fully female. Still, he appeared completely oblivious to the changes, at least until...
"A tail?" he cried. "I have a goddam tail!" Sure enough, a giant ginger cat tail had emerged from the base of his spine at about the same time as curly locks of a similar color sprouted from his scalp. It was only then that he noticed the other changes.
"I'm a girl, too! Doc, what did you do to me?" Carl was in full panic mode, but he seemed to be too frightened to move.
"I did nothing to you," the dean said as she jotted down notes. "It looks as if the soda had a transformative effect. Tell me how you feel. Any sign of intoxication yet? Any sensation of increased arousal?"
Anger flashed in Carl's green eyes. "What kind of question is that? You've got change me back right now! I can't go out in public like this!"
Rodriguez kept her clinical demeanor. "There's no point in evading the question. I can tell by the smell of your, ah, musk that you appear to be in oestrus, or 'heat' as it is commonly known. And you're right. You can't go out in public like that, of course. And unless you do exactly what I tell you to do, you're going to be stuck like that for a very, very long time."
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