fzygal-swappedout

Lou was going through the stuff in his attic, a really exciting job that made him OH SO HAPPY. He loathed and despised this job but his ex girlfriend was making him do it. The two had been living together for about two months when they got the house and she started turning into "Holly Homemaker." They found a nice house in the suburbs that needed "a little work" and decided to get it. Then she left him when she couldn’t change him. So he was alone with a house that he wasn’t about to sell out. It wasn’t out of personal greed but pride.

"Fuck a duck, I HATE this house," Lou screamed at the tops of his lungs as he closed the heavy trunk on his fingers. The last couple to live here were an elderly couple that had passed away a short time ago. They left a lot of their old junk in the house and it was now the new householders jobs to clean it up. Lou didn't think too much about it but his girlfriend, Mary, had suddenly changed into Betty Crocker and wanted to be this housewife and have this perfect little home. It was one of the reasons that they had broken up. "I just wanted us to have a place of our own, who'd have known that it would turn into all this. “ He finally gave up and decided to pull the old trunk downstairs and go through it there instead of messing with it up here.

As Lou got downstairs he started to go through the old junk in the trunk. "Nothing of value. Old pictures, clothes, and a monkeys paw. A MONKEYS PAW??? What is this doing in here?”

As he held the monkeys paw in his hand he could see that there were only three fingers on it and they were extended all the way. He examined it closely and couldn't help but smile and think to himself how crazy it was that he was actually thinking of wishes he could make.

That's when he saw the picture of one of his favorite models. She was in a picture, wearing a simple bikini and not much else. Her curves were on display amid a tropical paradise. He always assumed that she was a cartoon character because of the fact that she was an anthropomorphic tiger. He really just liked the picture, especially now that Mary was gone.

"Fine I'll try it out. I wish that I could have a real tiger like that one right now..”

At Lou felt fine, he was holding the Monkey’s Paw in his right hand. Then as he was walking, he started to feel different—more light headed until he had to find some place to sit. At this point, everything felt as though it were moving slow motion before his physical presence passed out.

“Tegan? TEGAN!”

“butmyna...”

That was when he felt the shaking. And the jiggling. That woke up Lou with a start only to be staring face to face with an anthropomorphic skunk. A male one at that. He was kind pudgy but cute in his own dorkable way. He gulped and jumped, almost out of his skin.

“Sorry, Teggers, didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“I’m sorry? My name is Lou?”

The fox laughed a bit and playfully hit his arm.

“Funny, Tegan. You have to get ready for tonight. Big premiere, remember?”

Lou just nodded his head and watched the short bob dance a little bit in his face. As soon as the skunk left, he got up aware of all of the jiggling and bouncing. It excited him, but it oddly made him feel at home too. As he walked across the large, Lou started to think about all of the times he was with women. Did he really want to be with them, or did he want…

He stopped in front of the mirror.

“Well, I guess it’s time I stop the whole ‘he’ thing in my mind. Hooooo-lllleee shit I became the girl in my poster!”

The soul in the body inspected its physicality, surprised as at how well it was taking it all. As though there had to be some kind of reason other than the monkey’s paw. As her explored her every curve, which was countered with a lot of muscle, the former male human wondered if there wasn’t more to it.

“Maybe I as always transgender, and just hid it from myself...”

She saw the clothes laid out for the evening, a pair of booty denim shorts and a t-shirt that had her picture on it with a mic in hand saying “I will mrawrock you with music!” She walked over, trying to do her best to put the clothes on. The body seemed to go at this like it was second nature, the bra carefully put on and the underwear next.

“Teggers, are you ready?”

“Almost. Just give me another ten minutes. And remind me, your name dear? I’ve seen so many people...”

She heard a chuckle behind the door and could have sworn the male audibly shook his head.

“Marcus. Marcus Shane.”

“Okay, Marky, I’ll be out in ten minutes, I just have to get in tune with myself.”

She wasn’t sure if he left, but the newly minted Tegan turned back to the mirror. She struck a few poses and openly felt herself up. This was weird and as she scanned the room she didn’t see the monkey’s paw anywhere. So the former human was now stuck living in the body of a female tiger who could talk and walk like a human.

“And yet, I feel the most at home now. I guess I was transgender and just never told myself. Well, look out world here comes Tegan!”