Mew Taur TF

           Was it getting warmer? He wasn't sure about that but he was definitely getting hot, maybe it was the exercise of climbing back up the cave wall. He still had a long way to go and other obstacles to climb or crawl through before he'd get back to the mouth of the cave.
           Now he was starting to feel really hot and had started to sweat profusely. This definitely wasn't due the the physical exertion he realised and began to worry, he wanted to get out of the cave as quickly as possible, this wasn't fun any more.
           His skin felt like it was burning, hot tingling sensations ran across his body with every heartbeat. He noticed his clothes were loose, had he sweat so much as to loose that much weight? had his wet clothes created that effect? No, something was not right with his body he thought. No time to stop and worry about it now, he just wanted to get back into the light of day, maybe everything will be alright then.
           He continued his way along the crooked and narrow pathways now stumbling when he suddenly fell. It was then he realised that he was definitely getting smaller, he'd tripped and fallen over his khaki pants. The light on his head strapped torch was dim, but seemed brighter in the long dark. As he fumbled for purchase on nearby rock to get up he looked down to pull up the pants. The beam of his torchlight shining on his forearm and across his legs showed a definite pink colour, far from any normal skin tone. He frowned and stood there looking, his skin had turned pink? was that because he was so hot? He brushed his hand over a leg and recoiled, it wasn't skin, it was pink fur.
           He tried again, but rubbed a little, perhaps just to see if the fur would brush off. But it didn't. Now he was really worried and just wanted to get out of the cave more than ever. He took a few hastening steps but the loose khakis had become a hindrance, they needed to go. He dropped them and stepped out of them, T-shirt now more like a nightgown, down to his knees. He expected to see the boots on his feet but had apparently stepped out of those too. To his utter disbelief his feet had become thin, they appeared to be long and paw-like toward the ends. He let out a whine of exasperation at the sight. It dawned on him that he was turning into something else. Just then the loosening head strap for his torch fell from his head and hit the cave floor with a clack and ceased to work.
           No time to sit around an let this happen, he had to get out now. Stumbling over rocks and bumping into the walls he made slow process back to the cave entrance. All the while he could feel the changes happening throughout the rest of his body. At least his temperature was beginning to come back down.
           He could see the light of day ahead that meant he'd gotten back to the mouth of the cave. He bolted for the blinding light of day as he rounded the corner of the cave to see the entrance again having to pull off his t-shirt that he'd begun to trip over.
           His eyes adjusted to the light and he looked upon himself and gasped. "I, I'm. A mew!" he managed to stutter out. He said no more for the moment, his mind awash with emotions both happy and sad, exhilarating and fearful. His thoughts were very abruptly interrupted when a very uncomfortable clicking sensation emanated from his back that sounded like a dull pop, and then again and again, the feeling of which caused him to screw up his face and fall forward onto his little paw-like hands. With each new pop his backbone grew in length as the vertebrae grew and split into more. It was not so much painful, in fact it didn't hurt much at all, but each time was a shock to the body and made his eyes water.
           He grimaced and moaned through his bared teeth, arching his back into the air. His legs had started to feel like they were going to burst with pressure, but opening his tearful eyes he saw a second set of legs growing out of his first set above and pulling away. These new legs continued to move further up his lengthening body, the paws of which eventually came to rest on the ground almost half way up his long body.
           The popping stopped just as suddenly as it had begun and after a few moments he let out his breath that he hadn't known he was holding. He blinked away the tears and took a few slow breaths. With a little effort he up-righted himself, all four paws planted firmly on the ground then turned his head to look down his body, legs and back ending with the tail. "This is a... I'm a new mew?"
           Turning to face forward he reared up on his back legs to look down on himself then gave a nervous laugh. Coming back down took a few awkward steps, his legs out of sync with each other. Things were going to need a little practice, learning to fly? he'd need to learn how to coordinate his body to walk first.