It was out of curiosity, really, that I found myself at this building in Oklahoma City. That and the memetic nature of it among transformation fans. A building literally called "Transformation Place" where there used to be a "Church of Tomorrow"? Something weird was going on here, even if it was as simple as a rebranding.

As I approached the front door and laid my hand upon the handle, a voice called out as I saw a man approaching from a white Lexus sedan. "Stop! Before you go in, I must ask you: Are you here for the defunct Church of Tomorrow, or this Place of Transformation?"

Gesturing to my procyonid shirt with the ringtail in the center, I raised my eyebrow as if to say, What do you think? I already had been suffering from effects of a transformation, the occasional bassarisk-like noises not the least of them. This would simply be the nail in the figurative coffin for my life as it stood if the rumors of this place were true. "Call it a pilgrimage of furrydom."

The man, weary beyond his years, sighed and returned to his car, saying, "Go on in, then. I already lost my flock in there, and ever since then the sign has been changed to reflect its anomalous nature for those of your fandom. It's times like this I wish the SCP Foundation were real so that they could monitor the place and I could go back in instead of leaving the door unlocked and letting the sign do its work."

I rolled my eyes blithely and walked in. Immediately something clicked inside me, and before I knew it I was walking on all fours, even though I still had use of my arms...? I glanced down in time to see the fur start growing over my front paws, and before long a luscious coat of ringtail fur, a grizzled brown on top giving way to a buff white underside and face mask, had covered my form, save for the paw pads and my nose and lips. My ears moved to the top of my head, becoming larger and more sensitive as a long lemur-like tail grew above a hermaphroditic derriere, musk-secreting glands ready to do their work should something try to attack me. Moving forward, I momentarily winced as my nails were replaced with semi-retractile claws, my teeth falling out and vanishing as a muzzle with a sensitive nose and sharp, carnivorous chompers grew in. My eyes adjusted to the dark, thankfully retaining my color vision even as I gained a tapetum lucidum, my eyeshine no doubt showing up on any cameras here that still functioned.

As I ventured further and further in, though, it looked less like a building and more like a forest bordering a plain at nighttime, the sound of running water reaching my ears along with the sound of cars on a familiar road. It was then that I realized that, somehow, I had been transported back home, or rather, to my new home nearby it on the grounds of my parish. Thanks be to God, I was finally free of the responsibilities of humanity, and I felt a twinge in my lower torso, I realized that I would soon have a family to raise. With the knowledge of a ringtail implanted in my mind, sitting side-by-side with my knowledge from my human life, I knew I would raise them well, and in the Catholic Church if I could help it.