The Questionnaire

It had been a nice, calm evening, laying back on your bed with a good book and a laptop, half reading, half gaming, and half chatting with some internet friends. It wasn't for everyone, but it certainly was a nice evening for you. It seemed like it was going to be a nice, relaxing evening as usual, until one of your friends sent you a strange link, which they highly recommended. You asked a few probing questions first, of course, to make sure they weren't hacked or anything, before clicking the link.

The website was surprisingly simple. 'Your Furry Self!" It proclaimed boldly on top. In the middle was a large, simple button marked "Begin" and below a small warning that the process couldn't be stopped once started. The background was an odd pattern, which seemed to sometimes shift where you weren't paying attention, as if it was glitchy. That wasn't unusual, of course, for what you guessed was another cheap online quiz. You'd fill it out, get a picture and a description, maybe, and then have a laugh about it with your friends. It seemed fun enough, so you clicked on the button and began.

The first few questions were simple enough, marketing data-gathering stuff, you guessed, like these quizzes usually were. You laughed when it started with asking your species and you said you were human. You got a small congratulatory music and a flash of a pattern before it asked you sex, to which you answered male. It then asked you your height, then your weight. Then it was your hair colour, your hobbies, what clothes you liked to wear. The questions were becoming more personal, many being freeform, but you didn't stop, you didn't think to stop. The glitches you'd noticed in the background at first were there all the time now, drawing you in, keeping you focused on answering question after question.

You felt like you were pouring everything you were into the computer, but then, when you felt nearly done, it seemed to loop, asking for your species again. Your pointer went for 'human' again, but it didn't register. The screen seemed to glitch out for a moment, then, where it had said "What is your species?", it now said "What is your real species?" And that wasn't human, you knew now, somehow. You scrolled down the list until you found 'Mouse' and that seemed right. It seemed correct. You got a greater thrill when you chose and, already, your body started to feel strange. But you couldn't stop, just like the warning had said.

The following questions were a mix of familiar and new ones. You learned, decided, remembered, noticed, discovered or were told that your sex was female. You weren't sure which. Maybe a mix of each. Maybe it didn't matter. It turned out that your fur colour was grey and, as soon as you selected it, you could dimly feel said fur start to grow all over you. You were offered a slider for your tail length and it felt surprisingly good to have it slowly grow out to its proper length and you pushed it up. Your height and waist were small, your waist slim and your breasts and ass large enough to be pleasant without being burdensome. And with each change you made, your body adjusted to match its real proportions.

Your list of hobbies was next and you dimly remembered having filled it before. Reading, gaming, that was still correct, but you added 'cute, nerdy clothes' and 'sex' to the list. Just as you did, your simple, black t-shirt shifted to a nicer one with a logo. Your jeans turned to thighs which fit your rat paws and pink panties completed the ensemble. Somehow, you remembered that you didn't like wearing pants or skirts inside. The following prompt, perhaps unsurprisingly, allowed you to change your orientation from straight to pansexual and, almost as if to prove it to you, it was followed by a series of pictures of anthros, some male, some female, some a mix and all a variety of species. You were asked to rate them in hotness. Few scored low. Most scored very high. And for each one you rated, you could feel your cock and balls retreat into yourself, turning into your new pussy.

You continued like this, answering question after question, until you got to the end and realized, with a start, that you were done. The trance cleared out and you realized fully what happened. You were a rat girl now, cute, sexy, in a nerdy kind of way and definitely hornier than you were before. You looked over your new self and found that you liked it. You liked it a lot! The website had been right, this felt much more like your true self than your previous form had. You noticed a flashing warning on your screen. "Send this link to 5 other people or you might turn back." Well, of course, you wouldn't want that to happen. Not that you needed much encouragement to want to spread this further. So you picked five of your friends who you thought could especially use improvement, answered their probing questions, then set your book and computer aside. Tomorrow, there would be a strange new world to explore, but until then, you felt like a bit of self-exploration was in order.