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I walked down the busy streets glancing at the various shops and what they had to offer. It was the weekend and I was trying to use my time wisely by going out and being productive. It wasn't long before the weekend would be over and I would have to go back to school. I really wish I could have a vacation and just relax for awhile.

I continued to walk past stores and quickly glance inside and catch a glimpse of what is in there. Unfortunately nothing in any shops seemed to really interest me. I was getting ready to just turn around and go back home when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. There was what looked like a microphone standing out on a stand outside of a store. I took a good look at it. Nothing about it was out of the ordinary, just a regular old microphone. Yet, for some reason I was drawn to it. It looked pretty nice and I kind of wanted it. I looked around to see if I could find a price tag at all on it. There wasn't any. I looked around to make sure no one was looking. I then took the microphone and ran.

I ran until I reached my house and then checked to see if anyone followed me. It looked like no one had followed me. I have no idea why I decided to steal the microphone, something just compelled me to do it. I picked up the microphone and inspected it a little further. I noticed a switch on the back of the microphone. I flipped the switch to on. Suddenly the room was filled with a blinding light. "W-What the hell" I said, as I felt everything around me disappear as I blacked out.

When I came too I was defiantly no longer in my house, or anywhere I recognized. I seemed to be in some sort of dressing room. I couldn't make out many details as they lights were dimmed and I couldn't seem to find a lamp. I walked around the room for a bit when I noticed the microphone laying on a nearby counter. I walked over to it and picked it up. I suddenly felt a surge of energy go through me as I dropped the microphone and jumped back. I felt really weird. I looked around the room and noticed a mirror in the back. I started to walk over to it.

As I walked over to it I began to feel really weird. My body felt really itchy. I was unaware that I was growing light brown fur all over my body. I ignored the itching and continued walking to the mirror. As I walked I could hear some cracking noises. My body reshaped as my shoulders as my arms and legs thinned out. I felt a weird sucking sensation in my crotch though I ignored it. My chest also felt heavy as two breast popped. The changes went to my head as my face pushed outwards into a muzzle. My hair turned blonde and grew to cover one of my eyes, which had turned red. I felt something pop out of my head as two horns shot out of my head. My brain then started to feel weird. I felt memories disappear as new ones inserted themselves. New ones kept appearing until it was hard to tell which memories were real and which were fake. I shot down the fake memories as I remembered who I was. I was Gazelle, a popular singer.

I made my way over to the mirror and gave myself one last look. I had to make sure I looked good for the audience. I walked towards the door and was almost out when I realized I was forgetting something. I ran back into the dressing room and grabbed my microphone. Now I was ready to perform.

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I walked down the busy streets glancing at the various shops and what they had to offer. It was the weekend and I was trying to use my time wisely by going out and being productive. It wasn't long before the weekend would be over and I would have to go back to school. I really wish I could have a vacation and just relax for awhile.

I continued to walk past stores and quickly glance inside and catch a glimpse of what is in there. Unfortunately nothing in any shops seemed to really interest me. I was getting ready to just turn around and go back home when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. There was what looked like a microphone standing out on a stand outside of a store. I took a good look at it. Nothing about it was out of the ordinary, just a regular old microphone. Yet, for some reason I was drawn to it. It looked pretty nice and I kind of wanted it. I looked around to see if I could find a price tag at all on it. There wasn't any. I looked around to make sure no one was looking. I then took the microphone and ran.

I ran until I reached my house and then checked to see if anyone followed me. It looked like no one had followed me. I have no idea why I decided to steal the microphone, something just compelled me to do it. I picked up the microphone and inspected it a little further. I noticed a switch on the back of the microphone. I flipped the switch to on. Suddenly the room was filled with a blinding light. "W-What the hell" I said, as I felt everything around me disappear as I blacked out.

When I came too I was defiantly no longer in my house, or anywhere I recognized. I seemed to be in some sort of dressing room. I couldn't make out many details as they lights were dimmed and I couldn't seem to find a lamp. I walked around the room for a bit when I noticed the microphone laying on a nearby counter. I walked over to it and picked it up. I suddenly felt a surge of energy go through me as I dropped the microphone and jumped back. I felt really weird. I looked around the room and noticed a mirror in the back. I started to walk over to it.

As I walked over to it I began to feel really weird. My body felt really itchy. I was unaware that I was growing light brown fur all over my body. I ignored the itching and continued walking to the mirror. As I walked I could hear some cracking noises. My body reshaped as my shoulders as my arms and legs thinned out. I felt a weird sucking sensation in my crotch though I ignored it. My chest also felt heavy as two breast popped. The changes went to my head as my face pushed outwards into a muzzle. My hair turned blonde and grew to cover one of my eyes, which had turned red. I felt something pop out of my head as two horns shot out of my head. My brain then started to feel weird. I felt memories disappear as new ones inserted themselves. New ones kept appearing until it was hard to tell which memories were real and which were fake. I shot down the fake memories as I remembered who I was. I was Gazelle, a popular singer.

I made my way over to the mirror and gave myself one last look. I had to make sure I looked good for the audience. I walked towards the door and was almost out when I realized I was forgetting something. I ran back into the dressing room and grabbed my microphone. Now I was ready to perform.