What shreds of clothes hung from her were flung aside as her being grew to a size that had her head pressing against the ceiling, narrowly avoiding the annoying rotating fan that she'd been well enough looking forward to replacing during the course of her lease. Muttering under her breath, it was a good thing that the exaltation of the transformation itself swamped her annoyance, towing her very gently back to exhilaration, her good mood impossible to push down.
Her chest grew strong and broad and she stretched out her fluffy fingertips to either side of her body, shoulders pushing back. There was so much fluff on those already that she could not truly tell whether it was fur or muscle that could be found there and groaned in the back of her throat as it rippled, shifting as if stirred up by some manner of unseen wind. But the window was closed and it could not be that as she rolled her shoulders back, testing what her new, growing and changing body felt like, every nerve-ending tingling as if she was subject to an electric charge. Yet her fur did not stand on end even though the ruff of fur thickened up around her neck, nice and warm if it had been during the time of the winter months, but not quite so appealing with the warmth of spring and summer tickling at her fur. Huffing, she shook herself off, fluff flying off in all directions, and hissed through her teeth as it grew and grew, looking quite a bit like a fashion accessory that she had seen in history textbooks from Victorian England. Even when it was placed on her, however, she couldn't quite understand just why, back then, they had been so fashionable, even if hers was entirely natural (if you counted a transformation natural, of course) and those had been woven together by human hands for the rich and 'nobles' of the time.
Spinning, she left her arms flung out, fingers pointing as if she was a spinning top, turning and turning and turning with the rhythm and wiles of time. Umoko giggled, staring down at her feet with a wiggle and a waggle of her toes. There was no part of her body that was not covered with fur and fluff but her feet would have most certainly have put a hobbit to shame, the fluff even reaching between her toes in a ticklish sensation that had her laughing even more against her will. But what laughter, derived as a result of tickling, was ever truly consensual?
It was not the time for such musing and she pushed up onto the very tips of her toes, balancing there as the weight of her body shifted. It would have been impossible for her to hold at the best of times, she was neither a ballerina nor someone who was in any particular condition of physical fitness, but the push of new claws from her toes too shoved her off balance, thumping back onto her thick and solid heels with a solid 'clunk' of her body connecting with the bare floorboards. Shuddering, she wiggled her toes again as if that little act along would hasten the sprout of her claws, thicker and chunkier than those on her fingers, although she would have said that both hands and feet were about as wieldy as the other. The true dexterity of human fingers was lost to her but it was not something that seemed to matter on the moment as she rocked between her soles and her heels, testing her balance as something sprouted from her face.
Perhaps that was her fault for not paying enough attention to her face but she peered in the window, blinking rapidly, although it was not a clear image that she could discern there still. A nose pushed out, a bright pink nuance in a face that was pale, but that paleness was swiftly to be covered by blue stripes, the slashes and curves adding discernible notes to her features that meant that she could never again be mistaken for someone else. You know -- if there were two giant fluff monsters towering over everyone else running about. With the way that the world seemed to be going, it was not entirely a possibility that could not happen at all.
A mouse-like face. She ran her fingers over her nose and snout as they plumped out into the right sort of shape, a shape that felt like it settled over her, a mask blended into her so that she could not tell where her skin began and the mouse-face took over. But that was not how it was supposed to be as the whiskers joined up with her nerve-endings, muscles under her control with a million little twitches and expressions available to her at the brush of, well, quite literally a whisker. Her eyes took a less dominant position on her face, growing larger and rounder and seeming to set off the hues of her fur by turning to a soft aquamarine shade that, by far, could not have ever before been seen on a human.
Umoko smiled. But she wasn't human anymore and that was the crux of it. Now...regardless of what had happened or was going to happen...she could be anything or anyone that she wanted to be. And maybe that was the beauty of a true transformation when one was presented with such a divine opportunity. One never knew, after all, just when it would come around.
Her ears took a walk, migrating up with a tingling itch, up to the top of her ear, pulling into rounded lobes and twitching back and forth anxiously as if her body was priming itself for every last little sound that could be present in the room. But there was little there to capture her attention as she whistled and squeaked, her excitement getting the better of her as she hopped before the window, feet together and arms spread as if she was thinking about taking flight. Her whiskers quivered and she grinned at her reflection, human teeth slightly shifting into incisors that would be better capable of what her new diet would entail. The other teeth retracted with a squeak into her jaw, gum sealing over them -- thankfully still it's natural, fleshy pink -- as if they had never been present.
Her glasses pushed up and up and up her head, terribly small for her, and it was a wonder that the bulk of her new face didn't send them toppling to the floor but Umoko had just enough time to catch them in her obscenely large paws and, giggling, place them to one side on top of the many piles of boxes that were already in there. That was what she'd been doing before, wasn't it? Moving boxes? Well, everything seemed a lot more interesting and even funnier still with the daintiness of her glasses clasped oh so very delicately between one forefinger and her thumb, her new claws allowing a small sort of 'hook' in which to rest them.
There was still the issue of her tail to come, however, the first indication of it appearing coming in a thick, dull throb at the very base of her spine, although she could not have said that it was painful in the slightest. Nothing at all was sore or painful, in fact, not even as her bones grew and lengthened, which should not have been naturally possible. But what was natural anymore or within the realm of the possibility that she had before considered now that she was a cuddly fluff monster or at least well on her way to being such?
Out and out it pushed from her spine, already clad in pink and white fur, which was struck through with jagged rings of blue in the same shade as what was on her face. Everything was cute and she could not help but giggle, turning in a circle over and over again as her growing tail whipped out and followed her, much thicker and fuller than the tail of a feline but perhaps something of the same shape. Even though she had a mouse-like face, it was hardly as if it was skinny or rat-like in any sense, shape or form, however, Umoko screwing up her face in concentration as she tried to discern just what it reminded her of. A little thicker at the tip, it could have been more like the tail of a monkey, if she thought about it for a little longer, but there was so much more for her to do: even grabbing playfully for the long, flexible appendage did not amuse her for too long.
A tail! She had a tail! Umoko leapt for pure joy and settled down on the balls of her feet, feeling as if she was sinking the fabric of her being down and down and down into the ground, rooting herself. Yet her changes were not yet finalised and she had so much more to learn about her new form, the strength and the flexibility that came with it. Although her thighs appeared to thicken and round out with muscle, it was mostly fluff there too and it was that feather-light fur that would allow her to float and fly, webbing stretching softly between her underarms and the spot just in front of her elbow, taut when she spread her arms out, although it did limit the reach of them just a little.
But that was no matter. There were options and her nose twitched constantly as she stumbled over a box, landing with her legs kicked up over a box and her back on the floor, bursting into giggles. Was that what it felt like to be light and free? That was a nice feeling, a very good feeling indeed! In a way, her thoughts trimmed down and simplified, cutting out the noise, the background that churned away in her head day in and day out. In a world prone to over-thinking, she was perhaps the most self-critical of them all -- or, at least, that was what her frenzied and frantic mind would have her believe. She had a lot to criticise, even in the course of starting her own business, but she didn't have to worry about anything like that anymore when she now, at the very least, had a unique selling point that would draw customers to her like butterflies to freshly scented flowers!
