Ninetails Curse

Max stomped through the woods. He left his house after an argument with his parents about him moving out. His friends were starting to hate him and his girlfriend left him. His little brother was constantly annoying him and he wrecked his brand new car during a storm. He had had enough. He decided to run away. He took only his pencil, notebooks, and his camera. As he was walking he spotted some wild pokemon. He took out his pencil and a note book and drew them into it. It was a perfect picture. He continued and soon got tired. He decided to rest. He sat down on a fallen tree and looked around. He then noticed a Ninetails eating some Oran Berries from a near bye bush. He took a quick picture. He then took out his personal notebook and a pencil. He looked up and saw the ninetails looking at him. He froze. He asked nervously "Mind if I draw you?"
"Go ahead." Max jumped. Did this ninetails just talk? 'Whatever.' He thought. He drew a perfect replica of her in his notebook. The Ninetails came over and looked at his notebook. "Do I really look like that?"
"It's a rough sketch but-WAIT! Did you just talk?"
"Not physically. Telepathically."
"Okay...I have an actual picture if you want to see it."
"Sure!" He takes out his camera and shows her the picture of her. "THAT'S WHAT I LOOK LIKE?!"
"Your beautiful." She blushes.
"Your just saying that!"
"I'm not! You really are beautiful!" His stomach growls. He gets up to get some berries and accidentally steps on one of her tail.
"OW!"
"I'm so sorry!"
"I am too."
"What do you mean?"
"I might have accidentally gave you the Ninetails Curse..."
"Annnnd?"
"You will turn into a Ninetails..." He already felt the change. He blacked out. He woke up a few minutes later. He looked at himself. He had blonde fur and nine strong tails. He looked around. Where was she? "There you are!" He said and walked up to her. "Ready to go home dear?"
"Yes Max. Let's go home." They walked back to her den and lived happily ever after.