The sound of his alarm clock ungently woke Collin up. “Oh shit, I´m way too late!!”
He jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom for his mourning routine.
“Cold Cold Cold!!” He ranted as he turned the shower on while brushing his teeth.

“No Dating on Sundays anymore!” Collin grumbled, as he stepped out
of the shower and grabbed his boxers. Luckily, it seemed that he had
forgotten most of his clothes in the bathroom yesterday, so he put on
his trousers, socks and even shoes to save time while drying his hairs.

“Damn, that Girl was too cute tho, maybe I should call her later today” Collin brushed
through his hair and looked into the mirror. He always had a crush for the more
“bovine” girls of Tinora, which was also the reason he secretly dated them only at
the weekend – Mating with other non-human species was not a crime since the
invention of TF-preventives – but it was generally frowned upon in human societies.

Before Collin was about to leave for work, he quickly went to the toilet, but as he
stood up from it, something felt very wrong out of a sudden. “What the?!”
He tried to close his pants, but it seemed like the fabric had shrunk in size....
or had his hips grown broader?