I typed this through Facebook Messenger, originally intending for it to be a sort of outline for a future story (most of which aren't shared onto this site). However, as I kept writing, it began to actualize in its own form, becoming a story all in itself. I've been considering actually writing out full transformation stories... What do you guys think? I might write more of these, and flesh this one out into a complete story.

Thank you for your time!

Story, as it is: Hearing my yells become screes as my muzzle extends… Trying to hold it, but, my arms become tighter and tighter, growing taut, until they start pulling away…
My now slender toes digging into the floor, bending as the claws extrude from the tips, my big toe bending awkwardly as it runs down my foot… Feeling that tail membrane pushing down my jeans as they begin to slide off, under pinned on by the thick membrane growing against my sides…
My head feels heavy as my ears shoot away from my body, twisting and curling as I accidentally begin locuting echolocation, visions of what’s before me flashing in my eyes.
…Trying to tear my shirt off, since the cotton is ripping against my delicate skin, but, my wings, as they now are, can’t bend that way… I flap in futility, my ears bending and shifting to the sounds of my own voice. Fur begins to erupt from my body, clamoring vociferously as it sprouts from every pore, slowly, at first, before picking up. Their emergence creates this indelible cadence to my sensitive ears, as though they spoke a truth about myself that was the product of a million voices in unison, only visible in the moonlight of this cool evening. One last time, I scream, hearing the scree clash against my ears as I grow tangled in my own webbing, my proprioception knocked out of balance by my rapidly-shifting body…
I fall to the ground, the fur on my chest, now thick, shielding me as my muzzle presses against the ground. I almost expect to see it recede as I pressed it harder against the grass, but it almost grows harder and only protrudes more. I see my teeth for the first time, fangs glimmering in the time after dawn.