The skin was a rich brown, deeper than chocolate. A childish friendship bracelet was wrapped around her wrist.
Joanna set bolt upright and threw back the covers. Tattered gingham sleeves slid down her arms as she examined the other changes to her body.
In place of her legs were scrawny hairless paws that disappeared under the tatted remains of a silk micromini. She could feel the impudent itchy thrust of a lace thong under the soft crimson fabric. .. but of greater concern was her bare chest. Her breasts were gone, her chest was thin and boyish... although her six nipples likely meant the source of her chest had more in common with her legs than with anything human.
Awkwardly she tested her weight on her fragile looking hind paws. A life time of human posture fought with the natural pose of her canid tendons as she staggered into the bathroom.
It was still her face (at least in shape), but her now charcoal back hair was braided into tight cornrows then held in a pair of pastel blue ribbons just above her shoulders. Her eyes were warm honey umber, with longer lashes than she had ever had.
