The die came up as 1 year,opposite,feline,Top cretaure & bottom humonoid.
Jon looked up at Karyn as her hair shortened, her bra changed to an undershirt and her panties became boxers, her skirt changed into shorts and her tank-top became a t-shirt, she lost her boobs and gained a bulge
Karyn looked up at Jon as his hair lengthened then braided, his jeans changed into a jean skirt and his shirt tightened and became a blouse, a bra formed out of his skin as his boobs grew, and his boxers became a thong.
The die came up a one. "So," Karyn said, "we become cats now?"
"Well, felines," said Jon. "Cats, as in housecats, are certainly one obvious option, but we could just as easily wind up cheetahs or tigers or..." He trailed off as the changes set in. Fur shot up both of their backs, and in a flash they had full coats. Both of them grew a little leaner, and Jon's chest shrunk back to a normal size, developing a new set of muscles. Their ears moved up on top of their heads and grew thin, triangular, and pointed, and their faces reshaped into more of a muzzle shape. Their tongues grew a little thinner and rougher, and their incisor and molar teeth reshaped into canines. Jon stretched, hands balled into fists, and yowled in surprise when her new claws dug into the growing pads on her palms. T
Thankfully, the alterations to her hands stopped with that, but her feet quickly reshaped into digitigrade paws. She yowled again as her tail began to grow, pressing against the back of her pants. She stuffed a hand down inside them and pulled her tail out over the back as Jon did the same with his.
Both waited a minute or so, expecting more changes, but none came. They looked each other over before looking themselves over. Both were humanoid panthers, about five feet tall, both lean, and Jon particularily sleek. Both of them had oranger fur with black spots. "So," said Karyn, "I guess it's done."
Jon stuck a hand down the front of her shirt. "What the-?" she muttered as she felt the new muscles. Karen eyed her in a curious fashion, not quite sure what to say. "What...?" he began, before Jon cut him off. "It's some development like a natural bra or something," she said, a little embarrassed. "Why did that happen, I wonder?" she mused.
"I'm no expert," Karen said, "but I'd guess it's a survival thing. Maybe our new species is designed to be viable in a feral state, like if it had always existed. It'd certainly be easier for females to hunt, or run away, with such a feature. That probably also explains why...um...why yesterday's wish was reversed."
"Yeah," Jon said. "I wonder what else has changed? Clothing norms? Behavioral expectations? Diet, I'd guess. If there are other species of humanoid felines, have any social structures changed?"
"I dunno," muttered Karen. "Let's go take a look."
