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"Hey m.." your voice sounds.. strange like this. "Mom.. I don't think I need any cereal.. I'm not well enough to go today."
"I think you'll be fine, Jess," your mother replies. How can she tell when you're THIS thing?
"Unless your tail's lost all its fur, you'll be fine."
You freeze. Mom knows about this? Does she have anything to do with it? Hundreds of questions quickly overflow in your head before your mother adds on, "God forbid that happens again." What? Okay, I don't remember that ever happening.. You come to the frightening conclusion that your past has changed as well as your species! Your mind races, and your anxiety reaches to a critical level and your nervous stomach takes its toll. You clutch your stomach and collapse into the bathroom and you vomit nothing the first time, and the second time catches you off guard and part makes it up your nose and into the toilet. "God wh-" you uncontrollably wheeze as your stomach clenches one last time and you swear you pulled a muscle somewhere.
You panic when you hear the bedroom door open and your mom rushes into your bathroom. "Oh my God, Jesse.." She rushes over and sees you hunched over yourself coughing. You try to clear your mind - the thoughts of your situation only stimulate your gut further and you can't take a chance literally puking an organ out. "Jesse, are you okay?" Your mother lifts your head up and looks into your eyes. You can't help but feel a little tingly inside as she examines your mouth and your eyes, and hugs you. Her close touch gives you a shock and you feel your sheath swell and expand.
"M-mom.. I'm alright, really.." You gag on a pretty disgusting chunk of who knows what near the back of your mouth. "Sweetie, you're burning up.." Your mom plants her hand on your forehead. You're fairly certain that you're only that hot because the contraction pushed all the blood to your forehead.. and apparently down there as well.
You consider explaining to your mom that it's just nervous stomach, that you'll be fine, that the fever is temporary. You don't want her to worry, but she might send you to school then, and you don't want to leave her either. Although your stomach usually isn't so sensitive, it may be because you didn't eat; a similar incident happened as a child when you didn't eat all morning and you puked at the mall. Memories of your mother taking care of you as a child play in your head, but you are only able to see yourself as a fox and your member erects itself fully in your jeans. It's even more of a bother right now because it's so much more sensitive than when it was human like, and it's much longer - the very thought causes it to contract.
All of these things seem to keep you from choosing to stay or go, but after a few minutes you ultimately decide to:
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