Andrew was your average day nerd who loved hitting on women, but couldn’t seem to get them. Walking, all over the mall trying his hardest to get women to at least acknowledge him. Mainly, the more attractive looking men would steal the girls from him or pushed him out of the way. Sitting down by a nearby bench planting his ass on a wooden bench that was next to a water fountain. Andrew sat there thinking about how he would find a woman that loves him.
Looking, around at all the couples that happened to walk by him. While, looking he saw an older looking lady selling some type of new drink. Curiosity got the best of him as Andrew walked over to the lady’s stand. She happened, to notice Andrew walking over towards him she began chanting out loud, “You, my good sir look like a little down!”
Andrew lets out a loud sigh replying, “Well, you see no girls wants me because I’m not good looking or even cute.” he had tears running down the sides of his cheeks.
The lady kindly handed him a clear glass bottle with a strange purple liquid in it. He extended, his left arm out so he could take the bottle. Grabbing it and taking a closer look at the liquid. The lady told him to go on and try it he would make him feel much better. Listening, to the lady he twisted off the cork after it was off, he chugged down the liquid. After, finishing his little drink he let out a loud burp as he giggled too.
His stomach began making strange noises as if he really had to go number two. Running, as quickly as he could to the bathroom. The first, bathroom Andrew had entered was the ladies’ bathroom. Suddenly, there was a woman screaming and a loud slapping sound. Walking of the out of the ladies’ bathroom rubbing his right cheek where the girl had slapped him as he walked into the men’s bathroom. Now, the challenge was trying to find a bathroom stall that wasn’t clogged or being used.
Someone was using the first stall he tried, in the next one over nobody flushed it they had just gone number two, and the third one wasn’t working. Stall number four was the last one to check. Slowly, opening the door to the fourth stall it didn’t have toilet paper, but Andrew didn’t care. Pulling, his pants down, plopping his ass on the toilet, and he giggled again, but this time he sounded like a girl laughing. His back began aching in pain as he fell off the toilet onto all fours on the floor.
Screaming in pain as a big bushy purple skunk tail with white fur under it grew from his tailbone. Turning, around in shocked from the furry tail that he had just grown, “What the hell? Is that a skunk tail? How is this even possible? It has to be that drink.”
Andrew could hear a voice coming deep in his head, “Don’t worry about a thing. You wished to get attention from the girls. I’m here to help you.”
Andrew’s, heart began beating faster from the fear of what he is becoming. Shortly, after the tail grew purple fur began growing from his hands up to his shoulders. Trying, to shake this strange feeling that he was turning into a skunk. Andrew asked, himself, “What is hap...me voice I sound a little girl from Paris!”
Something began to smell pretty bad even worse than spoiled milk. Sniffing, around as his arms grew shorter and his hand including his fingers got smaller to child sized. Finally, he realized that the smell was coming from him he had developed the stink sac. Crying and weeping out loud, “Nobody would want my smelling rear end now. Not even the really smelly girls thank goodness too.”
White fur had grown on his chest slowly covering his entire chest, stomach, neck, covered his face up to his forehead, and a white strip grew on his back. As for the rest of his body, it was covered with purple fur. Strange, enough his cheeks began growing to the length of his shoulders. Meanwhile, from his nose to his mouth pushed out a small muzzle his nose transformed into a small pink round nose. Suddenly, Andrew began growing shorter as his toes began merging turning his feet into paw like feet.
Now, slipping out of his old clothes seeing that his penis was no longer there, but a slit instead. She was upset, but as Andrew began crying the voice in his began speaking once more, “You’re almost done all is left are your eyes, hair, ears, and you’re missing is the bow.”
Andrew yelled at the voice in his head, but the man in the other stall just said, “Little French girl will you shut up! Also, tell your daddy he needs to teach that you need to use the girls bathroom to stink up not ours.”
She stopped her whining. Slowly, Andrew opened up the bathroom stall door, poking her head out making sure no one could see her. Luckily, there just that rude guy in the stall. Walking, over to the mirrors after grabbing a step ladder so she could see herself in the mirror. Andrew still had his short brown hair, but soon it began growing as it turned lavender.
Crawling, up to the side of his to the top of his head his ears as the become round and covered with purple fur. Finally, her eyes grew bigger becoming toony like with her eyelashes growing longer. Andrew looked in the mirror seeing the reflection of Fifi La Fume. A random, pink bow appeared in her hair as Fifi’s mind began fusing with Andrew’s. Soon, forgetting her old life as a male human named Andrew who wanted attention from men now was Fifi La Fume a female skunk who was in love with men.
Running, out of the men’s bathroom to hunt for the perfect guy. The minute, women spotted Fifi. They began, picking her up as they gave her all the loving she ever wanted when she was a guy. Struggling, her hardest to break free of their tight grip so she could find that perfect guy. Finally, remembering that she was a skunk and used her spray to make herself smell bad enough that the girls put her down.
The girls began coughing as one said, “Ew, I hope you know this smell will be hard getting off this dress!”
Skipping, her way through the mall Fifi bumped into the lady that sold her earlier the strange purple liquid. Looking, at Fifi the lady kindly asked Fifi if she was happy with her life. Nodding, Fifi loved her life even though men can’t stand her “special” scent.