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Stacy stood on the edge of the beach looking at her hands. They had five
fingers but the palms were the dark grey material of a canine. The end of
her fingers had claws that could retract. Her arm fur was black from the
tips of her fingers to halfway to her elbows.
Something was wrong. Did someone slip Stacy LSD? This was too weird. Stacy felt her face. A snout. A cold nose. Whiskers! AAAAACK! Wait a sec...a tail! DOUBLE AAACK! Stacy whipped out her license. (Her wallet was in some jeans). There she was, wearing a blue shirt with snout and everything! Date of birth, weight, fur color...(Stacy noticed she was a pleasing sand color with red highlights around her eyes and ears). Stacy sat on a nearby bench, which, according to a metallic sign, was donated by PRETA. "Predators for the Responsible Eating Of Tasty Animals". She turned and faced the beach. If she was canine...wouldn't it come with some unexcepted benefits? Carefully she took a sniff. A wave of smells, smells so strong they were nearly images, wafted into her brain. Just recently a bunch of morphs had passed by. A male rabbit, female fox, younger male fox, a porcupine and a confusing mix of rabbit and meat smells. Very odd. Stacy did not know what to do. Not only had she lost her memories, she wasn't even the species she expected herself to be! A few ...people passed by her. Turtle, eagle, lizard. Stacy tried to remain calm. Then another vixen, one in a long blue business dress stopped and cocked her head at her. "You're in trouble, aren't you?" the stranger said.
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