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"The Transformed. Tape 12-B, Case: Peter Stewart. Pete was changed into a female California Grey Squirrel over the course of the ten o' clock hour on Tuesday, May 18, 2005. Today is the 20th. Prior to the start of this recording, she indicated that she would like to be referred to as Jean. Jean, you are aware that we are recording this, correct?"
"Uh, yes, yes I am."
"Oh, feel free to sit back, the mic can pick you up from anywhere in the room, actually. That's fine. Now, I'm going to start by having you read the written statement you gave two days ago, ok?"
"All of it? It's just that I was a bit nervous when I wrote it and I don't think the start is really relevant."
"That's alright. We're having all of the transformed students record their statements, we'll follow up with questions if any clarification is needed. So, from the beginning, please."
"Well, Ok."
"When I woke up, I sat there staring at the angry little box that seemed to be making noise. After ten minutes or so I began to remember that it's red stick-lights had some sort of meaning, and after another five minutes it finally dawned on me. Their meaning was that my alarm clock had been going off for about an hour and fifty minutes, so I had about ten minutes to make it a block and a half and then to the center of campus. Fortunately I had fallen asleep fully clothed, I don't know if they'll let you take an exam in your boxers. I grabbed my bag, jumped from my balcony, Oh, my studio is on the second floor, so if I'm in a hurry I sometimes jump into the planter below."
"Just what it says on the paper, we'll do clarification later."
"Oh, right, sorry. Um, I grabbed my bag, jumped from my balcony, and hit the ground running."
"Everyone tells you the pitfalls of cramming the night before tests, and everyone does it anyway. This is the main reason I keep a supply of Power Bars in my bag, but eating on the run proved too difficult today so I had to finish the thing in two bites. Mom always taught me never to waste food after all. I was still trying to manage the second bite when I made it to my room. The professor was at the door handing out scantrons and papers for essays, but when he saw me he quirked an eyebrow and instructed me to take one of the packets from his desk instead. I took one of the sealed envelopes and found an empty desk at the back of the room. Opening the envelope, I noticed my scantron was pink while most everyone else had the blue one the Prof had been handing out. I wondered about that as I filled in my personal information, but the tests were being handed out while I was finishing up so I decided to let it drop. I was also being distracted by a bit of a sinus headache, my late night must have earned me a head cold."
"In all honesty, I probably didn't need to cram for this class, but I suppose the announcement that there would be essays as well as the multiple choice had spooked me. Up until now I had breezed through the course with a high B average, so a good grade here could easily tip me up to an A. It was around the eighth question that I noticed my glasses were cutting into the backs of my ears and riding UP my nose. Even stranger was when I took them off, I could actually see the test clearer, so I let them drop onto my book bag and got back to work. I managed three more questions before the pressure on my lower back demanded my attention. I knew I was in a bad desk, and had guessed that the bottom of the chair's back was cutting into my spine, but when I tried to adjust myself in the seat to releve the sensation, it only got worse. When I went to inspect the chair to see what was causing the pain, I had to stifle a gasp. My shorts had shifted around while I was trying to get comfortable and were now almost falling off, but the sight that had startled me was the tube of flesh hanging out of the BACK. I was growing a tail."
"What could I do? I could go to the restroom, or the infirmary, but that would mean letting the entire class see my predicament. No one seemed to have noticed yet, though I thought I caught my professor glancing my way. As much as I was fidgeting, he must have thought I was cheating. I decided to try to hide the tail by sitting on it. This worked long enough for me to get to question fifteen, but I couldn't really concentrate on the exam. I could feel the ... my tail growing out from the bottom of my spine. I realized that the sensation was very similar to what I had felt in my face earlier. Now that I had directed all my attention to the sensation that had started in my sinuses, I realized that a similar but not as substantial feeling had spread and disappeared through most of my body. I became acutely aware of the pressure I had been feeling in my hips and pelvis for the last ten minutes, then I noticed what my tail was NOT touching that it should be."
"My head began to swim. I could feel my tail against my stomach, and my stomach against my tail, but my ... special purpose was nowhere to be found. I gripped the edge of my desk to steady myself as I tried to reconcile the implications of what I didn't feel. I think I started to cry, then I just had to get out. I don't know why, but something was telling me I couldn't stay there a moment longer. As I tried to rise from my chair, my new boo, uh, breasts hit the cold hard desk, and the pain from that encounter snapped me out of my panic. Apparently this commotion had drawn the attention of the classmates nearest to me, most of who were very pointedly not looking at me, but were sushing me anyway."
"They had to have noticed me then. I sat back down, being careful to thread my tail through the back of the chair. I noticed the back of the chair was hitting me higher than I'm used to, and I also noticed my top was getting pretty baggy. Then I found out about the changes to my hand as I accidentally tore my top while trying to pull it tighter. I finally managed to finish my test, so I went to hand it in and almost tripped over my shorts. They no longer fit me even a little bit, so I took them off and put them in my bag. I was naked from the waist down, but I had to get out of there. My top was big enough now that it mostly covered me, and my new fur covered the rest, but I was still terribly self-conscious all the way up to the Professor's desk. He took my papers and recommended I go to the dean's office. I left in such a hurry, I forgot my bag, I was so glad to be able to go anywhere else."
"Thank you. How are you adjusting to the change?"
"Well, better than some, but not as well as others, I guess. I was never too comfortable with people anyway. See, I'm studying to become a Park Ranger so that I can live in some of the more wild areas of the nation. Other than the gender thing, which I'm getting more comfortable with, I don't think this effects me too much. I guess the most disconcerting thing is this weird ache in my jaws. The only thing that helps is to chew something. It seems weird, but I guess I am a rodent."
"I see. That would be a little awkward. What do you think caused this change?"
"Well, I really don't know, actually. At first I thought it might have been something in the packet that I was given, but that was tested plus not everyone who changed got the separate packets. The truth is, none of us have too much in common. I mean, we're not even the same species anymore, right? I've heard that one guy that doesn't come to our group meeting became a dragon, like in fairytales, you know? They say he's hibernating, and they think he might have switch gender too, but no one knows for sure. I mean, I guess there aren't a lot of people who know how to accurately determine the gender of a fu, uh, of a dragon."
"Right. Well, let me just say, we don't have any reported cases of dragons, though we may have confirmed a unicorn and a gryphon. We seem to be running out of tape for today, so I'll say thank you for your time."
"Oh, WOW! Oh, no, thank y--"