I half growl but turn and rush in the most likely direction of the way out.

“Good boy,” the voice taunts.

I can already start to feel a second wave of changes starting up again, this time starting on my feet and legs. The way my body wants to move while running isn’t what I’m used to. I can feel my tows expanding and spreading out a bit and my heels starting to raise up. Not only that I seem to be getting somewhat lighter on my feet, which is nice in that helps me run a bit faster. While running, I can also feel that something is starting to exert a bit of control. Not currently trying to interfere with my running, but stretching out muscles, moving my tail and rotating my arms this way and that. And then after a minute of running I stop for breath and look at the next challenge to accomplish, which looks to be a sort of sliding puzzle. Probably not too difficult, though it would slow me down. This is assuming of course only if I had full control over my hands the entire time. I drop my wallet and begin figuring out how best to approach this puzzle. And more importantly what to do if I have to start fighting my own body for control.

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