She was walking back to her apartment when a song came on over her earbuds that she'd never heard before. It was supposed to be shuffling through her playlists, which were exclusively her favorite songs she'd heard a hundred times - she wasn't that musically adventurous. So that was odd, to say the least. But she liked it...there were no words, just an ethereal instrumental with a beat. She could vibe to it.
A block later, the song was ramping up toward something. Again, she was confident she'd never heard it before, but somehow she could tell what was coming. As the crescendo hit, in time with the music she tore off her shirt and flung it aside. No particular reason...she'd never been an exhibitionist...it just felt like something she needed to do. Something the music needed her to do.
The song progressed, and so did her state of undress - her bra was next, then she danced her way out of her jeans, followed by her underwear. And then...then the fur started growing in, rippling across her form almost like sound waves, and her face began to push out into a muzzle. She couldn't have cared less...it was all part of the song, all dictated by the music. As the drums dropped out and the music slowed, she closed her eyes and let it wash over her...complete her...