Staring straight ahead, without any doubt, I saw a forest. Where my bedroom wall had been just a moment earlier.

'What the fuck'

Looking around, I immediately get hit with my first problem. Namely, I wasn't turning around. Looking at my body gave me the answers to that.

' . Fuck.'

Staring at where my hands should have been, two blue paws were in their place. Paying more attention to the feelings my body was giving me I could confirm my quadrupedal nature, and that I had a tail, as well as some strange growth of hair- (fur?) around my neck and on my head.

'What.'

One brain short-circuit later, I came to realise that I still hadn't moved. Testing out my new limbs I quickly found them extremely unwieldy. When I tried to walk forward I would just kick out my hind legs, usually ending in my falling on my face. And apparently, my face had a snout.

I could tell. It hurt. A lot.

Figuring out how to walk was a challenge that occupied me until I finally figured out what the point of the tail was. Turns out it was very good at preventing me from falling on my face. By swinging my tail I could balance my steps and my strangely heavy head.

And what a strange thought that was. My tail. I have a tail.

Shaking my head to get out of my fugue, I continued to work on my current predicament. The forest clearing I was in seemed peaceful enough, but one could never be too sure when a wild animal might pop out.

As the sun finally started to kiss the treetops, my first challenge was complete. I had successfully managed my first, uninterrupted steps. Sure, I struggled to move at any speed, but it was quickly becoming instinctual. My steps, uneasy and staggered became more fluid as I practiced, and I quickly found myself able to run, and jump, until I realised that I didn't have to actively think about how I was going to move to do so.

And as that happened, and the sky became darker and darker, my brain stopped focusing on my work and more on my position.

That being, I was now an animal of some kind. I was probably some kind of fox, although I didn't recall any with my brown and blue colouring.

'Except for zorua's shiny'

But the real question wasn't what was I, it was how do I get home. My family would freak out if they saw me like this, and would probably try to kill me. They were not a fan of wild animals.

Hells, what am I even meant to eat? I was pretty sure foxes were carnivorous, and I wasn't looking forward to having my first "meal" in this body.

'Assuming I'm not a pokemon

Realising that I would probably need to hunt, I quickly tried to move my thoughts away from the subject.

'It's fine. Foxes are cool! They are cute, and eat meat and oh god im going to have to kill something arent i i dont want to kill oh god why am i like this what happened to me.'

I felt my breath start to come in quicker.

My thoughts were running too fast for me to stop them.

I just wanted to go home.

I didn't want to have to get used to being a fox.

I wanted to be human again.

I wanted my body.

I didn't want to kill to eat.

Why was I like this?

Why?

Seeing spots in my vision I tried to calm myself.

I failed.

For the first time in my new body, I fell unconscious.

Waking up to the feeling of cold surrounding me was not pleasant. The mildly cool forest I was in seemed completely different, now a world of white. The chill of snow pressed against my fur, and I felt some fall from my head.

'Okay, I'm still a fox. And I'm outside. In the snow. Alone. In a forest.'

Feeling another panic attack coming, I tried to focus on the most important objective: survival. The cold was getting worse every minute, and left me wondering how long I was out for. It was still dark, yet strangely I just noticed how I could still see fine. A perk of my vulpine nature, I presumed.

Good to know it wasn't just downsides.

Focusing on the task ahead, I tried to search the forest for somewhere to shelter. With my diminutive size, I didn't even need a cave, just a particularly thick bush.

As I walked, I felt the cold set in until it had reached my bones. There were no thick bushes nearby, just trees and small shrubs. The cold was making my paws numb. I realised with a start that I had stopped walking.

I tried to take a step forward.

I fell over.

Worried that I had already forgotten how to walk, I tried to see if there were any trees with thick roots the rest next to.

My head refused to move.

My stomach, neglected for the past… while, made its presence known.

I was cold.

I was tired.

All that walking must have tired me out, what with me having a new body and all.

If only I had hands.

Then I could make a fire.

But why would I need a fire?

It wasn't cold anymore.

Just… numb.

So… tired…

'Sorry sis, I think I'm going to take a quick nap.'

I felt my eyes start to close.

'I'll look into becoming human… when I wake up…'

I felt the cold now. It was the chill of death. I felt it caress my skin, felt it explore my body. But I was asleep. But I was awake.

I needed to wake up.

I didn't want to die yet.

I wanted to sleep.

I was already dead.

I needed to wake up.

Death shed her grasp.

I opened my eyes.