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It was the one chore she hated and moaned about it all the time. Her friend sat the coat in a curiosity shop and bought it for a laugh.

“There you go” she said “Racoons love trash so if you wear this maybe it won’t be so bad.

Sophie smiled despite it being stupid but she was always up for a laugh. She put on the coat and worried it had fleas in it as the hood and the tail tingled when it contact her skin.

After a few drinks she got up and put out the trash. Oddly she didn’t have the same loathing as before maybe due to the joke or the drink they had consumed. Aside from that though her face felt really really itchy. She scratched and felt hairs on her face. In a panic she ran back inside and her friend gasped.

“What?” Sophie said taking of the coat. As she hung it up she tilted her head it no longer had a raccoon tail or recon features on the hood. Sophie turned to the mirror and made an odd chirping sound. The coat might not have a raccoon head and tail but she now did!

She touched the raccoon face she now had and pulled what was her fluffy tail.

“What the?” She commented.

“I’m so sorry” her friend said “I didn’t mean for this “

“It’s ok” the girl with the raccoon head and tail said “just give me the address where you got it I will see if they can help. She followed this with another chirp without noticing touching her raccoon nose and looking at her teeth in the mirror.

When she woke up despite hoping it wasn’t real she rolled onto her tail and realised it was yes still had the head of a raccoon. She put on a coat after getting dressed and stepped outside she got as far as the bins and felt anxious as a passing jogger looked at her funny. She went back inside and her fingers hurt. She thought maybe dressing normally looking like this was too stand out if she made it look like a costume she maybe could laugh it off. She went to put on a grey onesie and realised her fingers now had long claws. So she grabbed some gloves.
She grabbed a different coat as it was quite cold and set out again. In seconds she got another funny look “costume party” she said the man nodded accepting her reply as being reasonable. She put the coat on and followed the directions her friend gave saying “it’s a costume” to anyone that looked. Problem was each time she passed a bin she felt odd.

First one she felt really hot and ended up taking the coat off. Feeling inside the layers she had on she found the reason. Her body was growing fur!

She had got too far to turn back and gave in removing the onsie entirely leaving just normal clothes. Further she walked and as more fur grew more clothes were removed one block away she she was down to one layer. Fully covered in raccoon fur she had lost her shoes in a pile of trash 3 block back and now had paws and claws her hands and feet identical. She had also started shrinking as she went her delay near bins had grown. As she reached the store the last of the clothes were dragging she moved toward the door too small to open it then spotting the bins dropped to all fours leaving her last garment on the floor and jumped up to explore what delights it held.

The shop keeper came out and spotting the raccoon picked up a broom “shoo” he shouted “pushing Sophie out the bin “damned trash panda” he called as she ran down an alley a bigger more bountiful pile of trash calling to her racoon nose

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It was the one chore she hated and moaned about it all the time. Her friend sat the coat in a curiosity shop and bought it for a laugh.

“There you go” she said “Racoons love trash so if you wear this maybe it won’t be so bad.

Sophie smiled despite it being stupid but she was always up for a laugh. She put on the coat and worried it had fleas in it as the hood and the tail tingled when it contact her skin.

After a few drinks she got up and put out the trash. Oddly she didn’t have the same loathing as before maybe due to the joke or the drink they had consumed. Aside from that though her face felt really really itchy. She scratched and felt hairs on her face. In a panic she ran back inside and her friend gasped.

“What?” Sophie said taking of the coat. As she hung it up she tilted her head it no longer had a raccoon tail or recon features on the hood. Sophie turned to the mirror and made an odd chirping sound. The coat might not have a raccoon head and tail but she now did!

She touched the raccoon face she now had and pulled what was her fluffy tail.

“What the?” She commented.

“I’m so sorry” her friend said “I didn’t mean for this “

“It’s ok” the girl with the raccoon head and tail said “just give me the address where you got it I will see if they can help. She followed this with another chirp without noticing touching her raccoon nose and looking at her teeth in the mirror.

When she woke up despite hoping it wasn’t real she rolled onto her tail and realised it was yes still had the head of a raccoon. She put on a coat after getting dressed and stepped outside she got as far as the bins and felt anxious as a passing jogger looked at her funny. She went back inside and her fingers hurt. She thought maybe dressing normally looking like this was too stand out if she made it look like a costume she maybe could laugh it off. She went to put on a grey onesie and realised her fingers now had long claws. So she grabbed some gloves.
She grabbed a different coat as it was quite cold and set out again. In seconds she got another funny look “costume party” she said the man nodded accepting her reply as being reasonable. She put the coat on and followed the directions her friend gave saying “it’s a costume” to anyone that looked. Problem was each time she passed a bin she felt odd.

First one she felt really hot and ended up taking the coat off. Feeling inside the layers she had on she found the reason. Her body was growing fur!

She had got too far to turn back and gave in removing the onsie entirely leaving just normal clothes. Further she walked and as more fur grew more clothes were removed one block away she she was down to one layer. Fully covered in raccoon fur she had lost her shoes in a pile of trash 3 block back and now had paws and claws her hands and feet identical. She had also started shrinking as she went her delay near bins had grown. As she reached the store the last of the clothes were dragging she moved toward the door too small to open it then spotting the bins dropped to all fours leaving her last garment on the floor and jumped up to explore what delights it held.

The shop keeper came out and spotting the raccoon picked up a broom “shoo” he shouted “pushing Sophie out the bin “damned trash panda” he called as she ran down an alley a bigger more bountiful pile of trash calling to her racoon nose