Erica was trying to fathom how this happened. These legs didn’t belong to her and yet they were attached to her, and she was the one controlling them. They felt clumsy and moved like tree trunks -- furry tree trunk at that, given the amount of hair they had.
Even more concerning was the strange feeling between her legs -- that was something that wasn’t hers either -- though she seemed to have much less control of whatever it was doing right now.
But the worst thought was that if she had legs and anatomy that belonged to some guy, was a guy running around with hers somewhere? She was worried what that guy might be doing, but first she needed to stand up on these really awkward legs.
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