As much as you wanted to, going nuts over this latest development was, you quckly decided, the worst thing you could do at the moment. If whatever's controlling your body is going to make true on its threat, then you have to get out of here. And getting out of here means first to make sense of it all.

In fact, this actually does make things make some sort of sense. The most logical thing is that whatever has your body has put your mind into a random red fox, which is the easy, yet cliched solution.

But also unlikely, there were no reports of foxes living in your neighboor hood and there were things more avaliable. ...like squirrels...

You sighed, which sounded oddly in your new fox body, and decided that you had to get moving.

Slowly, you tried to stand up on all fours, trying to keep the weight evenly distributed on them. After a minute, you finally prefected it.

It was an odd sensation. You new that you were standing like any fox would, but you couldn't help feeling that you had to get off your hands.

Movement #2: Walking.

Now you have a problem. Walking with two legs is rather straight foreward-- you put one foot in front of the other.

But with four, you weren't sure in what order to move them. You never really watched dogs walk, you just know how they run because we all can remember a dog racing to get a frisbee.

It was obvious that you needed to move one of your forelegs to start it off, so you took one step with your right, stopping mid stride to balance again. You moved the left forward, then carefully the back right, then left.

Yay! You moved foreward one step and it only took you a minute.

You sighed at yourself again. Then looked over your shoulder at the open side of the underbed. This was going to take awhile.

You then had an idea.

Movement #3: the roll.

Rolling would get you there much quicker than this pathetic little walk of yours. With two little hops, one for fore and one for back, you turned yourself so that you could roll out.

Which you did rather easily, besides hitting your tail on a leg, you were a natural.

Oooh... the tail...

You quickly got up-- teetered a bit too far, fell back down, then carefully got back up-- and looked back at it. You knew why you had it-- counterbalance. But this new feeling you had with it.... it was eerie.

It was easier than you thought to move it. Left, right, up, down, circle, up as far as you could, down on the floor. You wagged it, laughing softly at yourself.

Why a fox? Yeah, you thought the Fennics were cute, its hard not to say they are. But you were indifferent with foxes in general. A dog would be easier to find around here...

...Maybe some weirdo is commanding your life with a click of a mouse and the clack of a keyboard...

......that would be disturbing and just wrong.

You did your odd walk to the end of the bed and peered around it. There was the rest of your room, much, much larger than you know should know it. But its not much of a hiding place-- your red, the room is green. You stick out like a Captain Kirk in Star Wars.

Alright. Not so. Kirk in Star Wars would be cool.

You needed to get that door open.... maybe you could pounce the doornob or build some sort of ladder... but that might take too long. But if you do get out, you can always hide out amongst in your sister's corner o' giant stuffed animals. She was a big fan of foxes and most of the pile consist them. You'll never be found in there.

...this transformation can't be because of that, could it?

Your eyes looked towards your window-- your room was on the ground floor and it's never locked. With a little manuvering, you might be able to open it. But your neighbors might see you... but it might be the easist way.