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The sound of the letter box in his front door flapping woke him up, even if he didn’t know what the sound was. He had fallen asleep in the armchair in his lounge again, and he was instantly sore from it. Moaning, he shook his head a little to try and wake himself up, before trying to focus his eye on the clock on his DVD player.
It read 10:34.
Shit. I gotta start going to my actual bed instead of falling asleep in front of the telly. At least then my alarm would wake my up.
Standing up, groaning while he did it, he stretched and nearly ended up back in the chair as his vision faded; the suddenness of his standing making the blood rush to his head.
Damn it. I hate it when that happens.
He walked over to the TV, for a second studying the blank screen of ‘No Signal’ for one of the many Satellite channels, and turned it off. Walking into the hallway, he realised two things. One was that he hadn’t changed his clothes since yesterday, and the other was that there was a letter lying on his Welcome mat.
Walking over he picked it up and looked at it. It didn’t seem to be anything special; just a standard brown envelope and a handwritten address.
He thought for a second about who it could be from, but his mind came up blank. Shrugging to himself he turned around and headed for the kitchen, opening the envelope as he went. Inside were two pieces of paper, the first of which he recognised.
Hey, it’s that application I sent off. Probably just another rejection.
He had been out of work for now for nearly a week, and he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding another job.
Damn Mary.
Mary was who he blamed all his current problems on. When she had joined then at work, he had originally paid no real attention to her, thinking that she was just another person working around him. But then he started to notice that the amount of work that he had to do was shrinking and her pile of work was growing. It dawned on him only a week before he was fired that she had been moved in to replace him.
Needless to say, he hadn’t taken it very well, and ever since then he had found a growing sense of annoyance towards, not just Mary, but all women. Everywhere he went they seemed to be taking over men’s jobs. Of the five other jobs he had applied for over the past week, in three of them he had been beaten by a woman and the other two he had been rejected by a woman. He wasn’t the type to usually get paranoid, but he had a strange feeling that the women of the world were out to get him.
The sixth job he had applied for, to which he was holding the application for in his hand, had been out of sheer desperation.
The ad in the paper had said:

                WANTED Assistant for
                nightly magic shows. Must
                be willing to perform own
                tricks. Appearance unim-
                portent.

He hated magic, but the pay that the job was offering was too good to turn away from without at least trying. He didn’t expect he was going to get it, as he knew that magicians assistant were usually women, but he had guessed that there was still no harm in trying. Not only that, he knew that if he did get it, the feeling of beating a woman to the job will have made up getting dropped so many times.
He was in the kitchen by the time he forced himself out of his moping and he dropped the envelope to the floor. Switching to the other piece of paper that had come in the envelope, he saw that it was a letter.
The letter was computer written and said:

                To our new Ms. Bunny:
                                I am pleased to inform you that
                                I believe there is a place for you
                                in our nightly shows. Please
                                report to the Astor at 7:00 PM
                                on Tuesday to begin your show.

Alright! Finally got one. HA! Take that bitches. And who says a magicians assistant has to be a woman.
Then, written below that in someone handwriting was:

                P.S.  – I sincerely hope you
                                like purple.

After reading the letter, he thought a little harder about the P.S line.
‘I sincerely hope you like purple’? Oh jeez, I hope that that doesn’t mean I’m going to have to wear some stupid costume. And purple...
Purple was one of his most hated colours. It wasn’t really the colour itself that he hated, but what it was always associated with, which was either women or homosexuals.
Great. Oh well, the pay’s good so I’ll just have to live with it. Tuesday, huh? ...that’s today! Good job I got it now then.
Sighing, he put the letter down on the side.
Just as the letter left his hand he suddenly felt something catch in his throat. The next thing he knew he couldn’t breathe. It was like he was being choked, but he couldn’t feel any pressure on his neck. That didn’t stop him from reaching his hands up and trying to pull the non-existent hands away.
In the end, he just rapped his hands around his neck, trying to stop whatever it was that was chocking him. If someone had walked in on him at that point, they would most likely thought that he was choking himself.
He was beginning to think that he was going to choke to death, when he was suddenly able to breathe again. Breathing fast to get his breath back he leaned on the side for support.
Once he was breathing normally again he said to himself:
“Geez, what the fuck was...”
He stopped.
Something was wrong with his voice. He had heard it, but what he had heard was...wrong.
It was so wrong that he was scared to speak again, just in case his fears were made real.
“...Hello?” he said as a sample.
He drew a sharp breath at the voice he heard, for it wasn’t his own. It wasn’t even another man’s voice.
His voice was now that of a woman’s.
He covered his mouth with both of his hands, suddenly scared of his new voice.
What the fuck! What the hell’s happened to my voice? Why? What the hell...?
His thoughts were cut off as his mind suddenly grasped a small fact that he had completely dismissed and passed over before.
Reaching down and picking the letter back up again he re-read the first line.

                To our new Ms. Bunny:

It suddenly hit him, like a punch in the stomach.
No...no it’s...it’s not...how...
Him mind was reeling. It didn’t seem as though it was possible, even though it was actually happening to him.
His feet started itching, but he was in too much of a shock to take any notice. He didn’t see that his socks had disappeared and that the feet that they had been covering were now covered with fur. The fur on his feet, which was purple on the top but white on the bottom, was spreading up his legs. As it did, it seemed to be making his trouser shrink and draw up his legs. They were shrinking so fast that they now looked more like shorts.
It wasn’t the itching caused by the growing fur that made him look down, it was his shrinking trousers rubbing against the side of his legs that did that.
Looking down, he somehow managed to stop himself from screaming. His eyes were wide with horror as he saw what was happening to him, and his mind made the connections.
The letter said ‘Ms. Bunny’ and now I’m growing fur...like a rabbit. The letter said ‘I hope you like purple’ and now I’ve got purple fur. Oh this is just fucking...wait...’MS. Bunny’? MS?!
Even as he realised the full extent of what was happening to himself, he was suddenly hit with a strange feeling coming from between his legs.
He looked down, scared beyond anything he had ever felt about what he was going to see.
While his mind had been making the connection between the letter and his transformation, the changes had continued. The fur had spread fast up his back on his left side and was now making its way down his left arm. This growing fur had begun to change his t-shirt, of which the left side was now smaller, thinner and pink. It was rapping itself around the lump that was slowly growing out of his chest. At the base of his spine, a short, fluffy tail had grown and it was twitching slightly.
When he looked down, he saw so much that his eyes weren’t sure where to go first. His feet were now fully changed and he saw that he appeared to have lot one of his toes as he now seemed to have only four. He found his hand reaching down to what had once been his trousers. All that was there now was a tiny little piece of cloth that barely even covered his...
No. Please for the love of...NO!
There was no way that he could still have his manhood down there, and that brought his eyes up to his, or rather her, chest.
Her t-shirt was all but gone and what had once been very taut peaks were now full, fur-covered breasts. Fur was still making its way down her arms and she watch it, still feeling horrified, but also knowing that there wasn’t anything she could do. As the fur reached her hand, she noticed that her nails had grown too, and were now long and pink.
Her head had been changing too, even though she wasn’t able to see it. Her nose had squashed against her face and had turned to rosy shade of pink, while whiskers had begun to grow out of her cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of what was happening to her hair. From what she could see, it was growing longer and had turned a deep mauve colour.
Looking down at herself, she couldn’t see any part of her body that hadn’t been changed. Her mind was reeling as she felt her mouth push forward. Reaching her hands up, she felt her new muzzle with a mixture of horror and acceptance. She even opened her mouth so she could feel if she had buckteeth. It turned out that she had.
When she felt her ears pull upwards and begin to grow, she didn’t bother raising her hands. She already knew what they would be like and she didn’t want to actually touch them.
After a few minutes of not feeling anything, she realised that whatever had been transforming her was finished. She didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to look in a mirror, to see what she now looked like, but she didn’t think that she had the courage. At least not yet. Instead she just stood there, millions of thought running through her head. Unable to make any sense of everything, she found her vision blurring as he newly coloured eyes began to full with tears.
She tried to hold the tears back, but then felt them welling up even more when she realised that it was men who weren’t supposed to cry. Sobbing, she ran upstairs and lay down on her bed, crying into her pillow.

She woke up, and immediately realised that she must have cried herself to sleep. She was surprised that she had managed to get back to sleep, especially seeing as she had really only just woken up, but she reasoned that she must have been existed and over-stimulated from her transformation. She rolled over onto her side and tried not to think about it, but there was nothing else for her mind to think about. He eyes wandered around the room, trying to find something, anything, to think about, and her eyes rested on her bedside clock.
It read 18:19.
She suddenly sat up, remembering that he was expected to arrive at her new job at seven. Seeing as she had spent the morning ‘Getting ready’ she knew that she didn’t have much choice when it came to a future career. It was either show up and do the job, or...or what?
She didn’t know.

Epilogue:
It was 9 o’clock and she made her final bow to the audience. The crowd had loved her and she found that she had loved performing on stage more than anything she ever had done. When the show had headed for it start, she had been extremely worried that she wouldn’t enjoy it, or that she’d make a fool of herself. This wasn’t helped by the fact that she was still in shock over what had happened to her. The loss of her manhood, and her transformation in a bunny-woman had taken a lot out of her, but she found that once she was up on stage all her worries seemed to slip away and she found herself completely engrossed in the performance.
She took her final bow and walked off the side of the stage, collapsing in a chair from a combination of exhaustion, heat and adrenalin wear-off. She felt like she wanted to sleep for the rest of her life, and she felt her eyes starting to close.
“Hey...” someone whispered in her ear.
“Hmmm?” she opened her eyes to see one of the stagehands kneeling in front of her.
“They’re asking for you to go back on.” He said a huge smile on his face.
“What? You mean to do an encore?”
“Not exactly, just to go back on.” He stood up and held out his hand to her “Come on.”
Taking his hand, they walked back out onto the stage behind the curtains and he stood her on a small X on the floor.
“Ok, now just...enjoy.”
She barely had time to realise that it was her that the audience were asking for, not the show.
The curtains parted in front of her.
Needless to say; the applause, mixed with cheers, yells and whistling, was deafening.

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The sound of the letter box in his front door flapping woke him up, even if he didn’t know what the sound was. He had fallen asleep in the armchair in his lounge again, and he was instantly sore from it. Moaning, he shook his head a little to try and wake himself up, before trying to focus his eye on the clock on his DVD player.
It read 10:34.
Shit. I gotta start going to my actual bed instead of falling asleep in front of the telly. At least then my alarm would wake my up.
Standing up, groaning while he did it, he stretched and nearly ended up back in the chair as his vision faded; the suddenness of his standing making the blood rush to his head.
Damn it. I hate it when that happens.
He walked over to the TV, for a second studying the blank screen of ‘No Signal’ for one of the many Satellite channels, and turned it off. Walking into the hallway, he realised two things. One was that he hadn’t changed his clothes since yesterday, and the other was that there was a letter lying on his Welcome mat.
Walking over he picked it up and looked at it. It didn’t seem to be anything special; just a standard brown envelope and a handwritten address.
He thought for a second about who it could be from, but his mind came up blank. Shrugging to himself he turned around and headed for the kitchen, opening the envelope as he went. Inside were two pieces of paper, the first of which he recognised.
Hey, it’s that application I sent off. Probably just another rejection.
He had been out of work for now for nearly a week, and he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding another job.
Damn Mary.
Mary was who he blamed all his current problems on. When she had joined then at work, he had originally paid no real attention to her, thinking that she was just another person working around him. But then he started to notice that the amount of work that he had to do was shrinking and her pile of work was growing. It dawned on him only a week before he was fired that she had been moved in to replace him.
Needless to say, he hadn’t taken it very well, and ever since then he had found a growing sense of annoyance towards, not just Mary, but all women. Everywhere he went they seemed to be taking over men’s jobs. Of the five other jobs he had applied for over the past week, in three of them he had been beaten by a woman and the other two he had been rejected by a woman. He wasn’t the type to usually get paranoid, but he had a strange feeling that the women of the world were out to get him.
The sixth job he had applied for, to which he was holding the application for in his hand, had been out of sheer desperation.
The ad in the paper had said:

                WANTED Assistant for
                nightly magic shows. Must
                be willing to perform own
                tricks. Appearance unim-
                portent.

He hated magic, but the pay that the job was offering was too good to turn away from without at least trying. He didn’t expect he was going to get it, as he knew that magicians assistant were usually women, but he had guessed that there was still no harm in trying. Not only that, he knew that if he did get it, the feeling of beating a woman to the job will have made up getting dropped so many times.
He was in the kitchen by the time he forced himself out of his moping and he dropped the envelope to the floor. Switching to the other piece of paper that had come in the envelope, he saw that it was a letter.
The letter was computer written and said:

                To our new Ms. Bunny:
                                I am pleased to inform you that
                                I believe there is a place for you
                                in our nightly shows. Please
                                report to the Astor at 7:00 PM
                                on Tuesday to begin your show.

Alright! Finally got one. HA! Take that bitches. And who says a magicians assistant has to be a woman.
Then, written below that in someone handwriting was:

                P.S.  – I sincerely hope you
                                like purple.

After reading the letter, he thought a little harder about the P.S line.
‘I sincerely hope you like purple’? Oh jeez, I hope that that doesn’t mean I’m going to have to wear some stupid costume. And purple...
Purple was one of his most hated colours. It wasn’t really the colour itself that he hated, but what it was always associated with, which was either women or homosexuals.
Great. Oh well, the pay’s good so I’ll just have to live with it. Tuesday, huh? ...that’s today! Good job I got it now then.
Sighing, he put the letter down on the side.
Just as the letter left his hand he suddenly felt something catch in his throat. The next thing he knew he couldn’t breathe. It was like he was being choked, but he couldn’t feel any pressure on his neck. That didn’t stop him from reaching his hands up and trying to pull the non-existent hands away.
In the end, he just rapped his hands around his neck, trying to stop whatever it was that was chocking him. If someone had walked in on him at that point, they would most likely thought that he was choking himself.
He was beginning to think that he was going to choke to death, when he was suddenly able to breathe again. Breathing fast to get his breath back he leaned on the side for support.
Once he was breathing normally again he said to himself:
“Geez, what the fuck was...”
He stopped.
Something was wrong with his voice. He had heard it, but what he had heard was...wrong.
It was so wrong that he was scared to speak again, just in case his fears were made real.
“...Hello?” he said as a sample.
He drew a sharp breath at the voice he heard, for it wasn’t his own. It wasn’t even another man’s voice.
His voice was now that of a woman’s.
He covered his mouth with both of his hands, suddenly scared of his new voice.
What the fuck! What the hell’s happened to my voice? Why? What the hell...?
His thoughts were cut off as his mind suddenly grasped a small fact that he had completely dismissed and passed over before.
Reaching down and picking the letter back up again he re-read the first line.

                To our new Ms. Bunny:

It suddenly hit him, like a punch in the stomach.
No...no it’s...it’s not...how...
Him mind was reeling. It didn’t seem as though it was possible, even though it was actually happening to him.
His feet started itching, but he was in too much of a shock to take any notice. He didn’t see that his socks had disappeared and that the feet that they had been covering were now covered with fur. The fur on his feet, which was purple on the top but white on the bottom, was spreading up his legs. As it did, it seemed to be making his trouser shrink and draw up his legs. They were shrinking so fast that they now looked more like shorts.
It wasn’t the itching caused by the growing fur that made him look down, it was his shrinking trousers rubbing against the side of his legs that did that.
Looking down, he somehow managed to stop himself from screaming. His eyes were wide with horror as he saw what was happening to him, and his mind made the connections.
The letter said ‘Ms. Bunny’ and now I’m growing fur...like a rabbit. The letter said ‘I hope you like purple’ and now I’ve got purple fur. Oh this is just fucking...wait...’MS. Bunny’? MS?!
Even as he realised the full extent of what was happening to himself, he was suddenly hit with a strange feeling coming from between his legs.
He looked down, scared beyond anything he had ever felt about what he was going to see.
While his mind had been making the connection between the letter and his transformation, the changes had continued. The fur had spread fast up his back on his left side and was now making its way down his left arm. This growing fur had begun to change his t-shirt, of which the left side was now smaller, thinner and pink. It was rapping itself around the lump that was slowly growing out of his chest. At the base of his spine, a short, fluffy tail had grown and it was twitching slightly.
When he looked down, he saw so much that his eyes weren’t sure where to go first. His feet were now fully changed and he saw that he appeared to have lot one of his toes as he now seemed to have only four. He found his hand reaching down to what had once been his trousers. All that was there now was a tiny little piece of cloth that barely even covered his...
No. Please for the love of...NO!
There was no way that he could still have his manhood down there, and that brought his eyes up to his, or rather her, chest.
Her t-shirt was all but gone and what had once been very taut peaks were now full, fur-covered breasts. Fur was still making its way down her arms and she watch it, still feeling horrified, but also knowing that there wasn’t anything she could do. As the fur reached her hand, she noticed that her nails had grown too, and were now long and pink.
Her head had been changing too, even though she wasn’t able to see it. Her nose had squashed against her face and had turned to rosy shade of pink, while whiskers had begun to grow out of her cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of what was happening to her hair. From what she could see, it was growing longer and had turned a deep mauve colour.
Looking down at herself, she couldn’t see any part of her body that hadn’t been changed. Her mind was reeling as she felt her mouth push forward. Reaching her hands up, she felt her new muzzle with a mixture of horror and acceptance. She even opened her mouth so she could feel if she had buckteeth. It turned out that she had.
When she felt her ears pull upwards and begin to grow, she didn’t bother raising her hands. She already knew what they would be like and she didn’t want to actually touch them.
After a few minutes of not feeling anything, she realised that whatever had been transforming her was finished. She didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to look in a mirror, to see what she now looked like, but she didn’t think that she had the courage. At least not yet. Instead she just stood there, millions of thought running through her head. Unable to make any sense of everything, she found her vision blurring as he newly coloured eyes began to full with tears.
She tried to hold the tears back, but then felt them welling up even more when she realised that it was men who weren’t supposed to cry. Sobbing, she ran upstairs and lay down on her bed, crying into her pillow.

She woke up, and immediately realised that she must have cried herself to sleep. She was surprised that she had managed to get back to sleep, especially seeing as she had really only just woken up, but she reasoned that she must have been existed and over-stimulated from her transformation. She rolled over onto her side and tried not to think about it, but there was nothing else for her mind to think about. He eyes wandered around the room, trying to find something, anything, to think about, and her eyes rested on her bedside clock.
It read 18:19.
She suddenly sat up, remembering that he was expected to arrive at her new job at seven. Seeing as she had spent the morning ‘Getting ready’ she knew that she didn’t have much choice when it came to a future career. It was either show up and do the job, or...or what?
She didn’t know.

Epilogue:
It was 9 o’clock and she made her final bow to the audience. The crowd had loved her and she found that she had loved performing on stage more than anything she ever had done. When the show had headed for it start, she had been extremely worried that she wouldn’t enjoy it, or that she’d make a fool of herself. This wasn’t helped by the fact that she was still in shock over what had happened to her. The loss of her manhood, and her transformation in a bunny-woman had taken a lot out of her, but she found that once she was up on stage all her worries seemed to slip away and she found herself completely engrossed in the performance.
She took her final bow and walked off the side of the stage, collapsing in a chair from a combination of exhaustion, heat and adrenalin wear-off. She felt like she wanted to sleep for the rest of her life, and she felt her eyes starting to close.
“Hey...” someone whispered in her ear.
“Hmmm?” she opened her eyes to see one of the stagehands kneeling in front of her.
“They’re asking for you to go back on.” He said a huge smile on his face.
“What? You mean to do an encore?”
“Not exactly, just to go back on.” He stood up and held out his hand to her “Come on.”
Taking his hand, they walked back out onto the stage behind the curtains and he stood her on a small X on the floor.
“Ok, now just...enjoy.”
She barely had time to realise that it was her that the audience were asking for, not the show.
The curtains parted in front of her.
Needless to say; the applause, mixed with cheers, yells and whistling, was deafening.