Having an IV as a tiny little dog was strange but slightly amusing to Bree. She'd rarely been to the doctor as a human, only ever going in cases of really obviously broken bones. But here she was, five pounds, and getting ultrasounds and x-rays and IV fluids. From a cute doctor with cat ears.
This was probably a fever dream, but she hoped it wasn't.
She listened to the damage report... two fractured ribs. Those would almost certainly still be fractured when she transformed back to a human, but if she gave herself a week, they'd heal themselves. Her body always seemed to try (even if it often failed) to put all her pieces back in the right areas when she transformed to and from her alternate form. The result tended to be that as long as she got a bone set properly, it would heal itself over the course of a few weeks of transformations.
Feeling relieved that she would almost certainly make a full recovery--so long as Catboy Vet was real--she didn't think much at all of being given morphine until it hit her. She relaxed visibly; she'd been unmoving before, but somewhat tense with pain. But that pain just sort of... faded into the background. She let out a little huff of relief, almost a sigh, and when a hand passed by her face, she gave it a grateful lick.
What time it was, and getting out of here before sunrise, was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she idly licked hands while being bandaged up, and floated in a relaxed daze of morphine. She even got pet, albeit briefly, and smiled internally to herself. Alright. Life goal: got. Too bad she was too drugged to really pay a lot of attention to how nice it felt.
And so she lay on the table, people and the world spinning around her, barely a care in the world, fully confident that she was in good hands.
Then life caught up with her, in the form of sunrise.
She was suddenly, abruptly, extremely human. She realized this mostly because the table she was laying on was much, much smaller. The transformation itself took a matter of seconds; one instant she was a dog, the next, she was a person. A grown woman, to be precise. Muscular, with light brown skin on plain display, two dog ears--a bit smaller, to scale, than the vet's--nestled in unkempt, curly blonde hair. If one could see her ass, they'd also see she had her own version of a tail--although it was really more just tufts of thick fur surrounding one or two extra vertebrae at her tailbone. She burst through the bandages around her torso rather dramatically, leaving her once again slowly bleeding from gashes on her side that seemed to grow to scale even as they'd tried their best to seal themselves shut.
She wasn't really thinking about that, however, because despite her updated size, she was still under the effects of the morphine; for now at least. In a daze, and still laying on her side on the metal table, she reached vaguely forward and gripped the flicking end of the veterinarian's tail.
"The fuck," she said dazedly, blinking slowly. "It's real."
This was probably a fever dream, but she hoped it wasn't.
She listened to the damage report... two fractured ribs. Those would almost certainly still be fractured when she transformed back to a human, but if she gave herself a week, they'd heal themselves. Her body always seemed to try (even if it often failed) to put all her pieces back in the right areas when she transformed to and from her alternate form. The result tended to be that as long as she got a bone set properly, it would heal itself over the course of a few weeks of transformations.
Feeling relieved that she would almost certainly make a full recovery--so long as Catboy Vet was real--she didn't think much at all of being given morphine until it hit her. She relaxed visibly; she'd been unmoving before, but somewhat tense with pain. But that pain just sort of... faded into the background. She let out a little huff of relief, almost a sigh, and when a hand passed by her face, she gave it a grateful lick.
What time it was, and getting out of here before sunrise, was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she idly licked hands while being bandaged up, and floated in a relaxed daze of morphine. She even got pet, albeit briefly, and smiled internally to herself. Alright. Life goal: got. Too bad she was too drugged to really pay a lot of attention to how nice it felt.
And so she lay on the table, people and the world spinning around her, barely a care in the world, fully confident that she was in good hands.
Then life caught up with her, in the form of sunrise.
She was suddenly, abruptly, extremely human. She realized this mostly because the table she was laying on was much, much smaller. The transformation itself took a matter of seconds; one instant she was a dog, the next, she was a person. A grown woman, to be precise. Muscular, with light brown skin on plain display, two dog ears--a bit smaller, to scale, than the vet's--nestled in unkempt, curly blonde hair. If one could see her ass, they'd also see she had her own version of a tail--although it was really more just tufts of thick fur surrounding one or two extra vertebrae at her tailbone. She burst through the bandages around her torso rather dramatically, leaving her once again slowly bleeding from gashes on her side that seemed to grow to scale even as they'd tried their best to seal themselves shut.
She wasn't really thinking about that, however, because despite her updated size, she was still under the effects of the morphine; for now at least. In a daze, and still laying on her side on the metal table, she reached vaguely forward and gripped the flicking end of the veterinarian's tail.
"The fuck," she said dazedly, blinking slowly. "It's real."
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