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You are floating in a sea of nothingness. Or more like a shot from a bad space movie. Black is everywhere, with only the distant light of what you can guess are stars in the far distance. How you got here, why you are here, and how you can breathe in the vacuum of space are not important (and too boring to explain). You do not have long to ponder it anyway as a booming voice echoes around you, "I AM GOD!! Well...not really, no. You cannot blame a hack for trying. ANYWAY; CHOOSE THE FORM OF YOUR EXSISTENCE!"

> I wanna be a Toys'RUs Kid.

'God' gives out a dejected sigh. Do not question how that is possible. He is god after all. How can YOU breathe as a non-exsistent entity in space, huh? Huh!? 
"I'M GOING TO PRETEND THAT WAS A MISTYPE AND ASK AGAIN; CHOOSE YOUR FORM!"

>I want to be a Vixen.

There are a few moments of silence, and then god gives out a very childish giggle fit.
"As you wish, go forth and accomplish great things!" Somehow, somewhere there is a massive thunderclap...in space. Just like Han Solo, your big dark blur suddenly becomes a big white blur before things come into focus.

Central Park, parking lot
You find yourself at the main parking lot to the state park. It is rather empty for being a cool, sunny afternoon. Only a few vehicles currently occupy the lot that you can see. To the north, you see the big building that serves as the places community center. From there the sidewalk extends both east and west into the mild foliage of the grounds.
There is an unoccupied SUV with the driver's side door open and its engine running.

> look around

Central Park, parking lot
You find yourself at the main parking lot to the state park. It is rather empty for being a cool, sunny afternoon. Only a few vehicles currently occupy the lot that you can see. To the north, you see the big building that serves as the places community center.
From there the sidewalk extends both east and west into the mild foliage of the grounds.
There is an unoccupied SUV with the driver's side door open and its engine running.

D‚j… vu. N; a feeling that one has seen or heard something before

> check for driver's license

What are you checking for 'driver's license?'

> examine SUV

It is a huge monster compared to your small, vixen body. No doubt, a gas-guzzler since it needs a stepladder to climb into it. Oddly enough, there is no one inside or around this vehicle. Even odder; the license plate simply reads the words "KITTYGURL" and has no state or registration tags.
The engine is giving off a loud drum that irritates your sharp ears as it runs on standby.
You see the driver side door is wide open.

> climb inside

Breaking the law already? Such a naughty girl!
You enter the SUV

SUV
You are sitting in the driver's seat of a huge SUV. The seat feels more like a couch to your shapely rump, though thankfully there is a tailhole to slip that fuzzy appendage through. The steering wheel is equally huge to the point you can barely wrap fingers around it.
A pair of novelty dice dangles from the rearview mirror.
There is a newspaper opened up on the passenger's seat.
A small orange box sits in the coaster below a CD player.

> turn off engine

You twist the ignition key, instantly killing the engine. Ah, that is so much better to your vulpine ears.
The sound of country music is coming from the SUV's speakers.

> turn off music

You turn off the radio. What are you? A music hater too?

> get out of SUV

You exit the SUV. Are you done breaking and entering already?

Central Park, parking lot
You find yourself at the main parking lot to the state park. It is rather empty for being a cool, sunny afternoon. Only a few vehicles currently occupy the lot that you can see. To the north, you see the big building that serves as the places community center.
From there the sidewalk extends both east and west into the mild foliage of the grounds.
There is an unoccupied SUV with the driver's side door open. 

> go north

Community Center, main entrance.
You travel north up the walkway to a pair of glass doors leading into the community center. Overhead the thick archway provides a bit of cool shade from the warm afternoon sun.
A blue husky is dozing off in a niche to the right.
There is an open cement waste can mounted into the sidewalk to the left of the doors. An ashtray sits on top of it stuffed with discarded items.

> examine ashtray

It is a stone, bowl ashtray carved to hang a foot over the waste can. At some point, it used to be filled with finely grained sand. Apparently, no one has taken the responsibility to clean it. Now it is covered with various discarded cigar and cigarette buds. In addition to that, you see wads of chewed gun and candy bar wrappings.
There is a slight glint of metal from deeper in the trash.

The husky's ears perk and he looks at you curiously.

> examine the metal

Digging your hands through the trash is...disgusting to say the least, but you eventually uncover a ball of tin foil roughly the size of a baseball. It looks pretty shinny despite where you found it.

> pick up baseball

You take the ball of tin foil.

> give ball of foil to the husky

You drop the ball of foil in front of the husky. The dog looks down at it before glancing back up at you. After a few minutes of waiting, it yawns and curls up back to its sleeping position.

> go north

Community Center, main hall
You have entered the main area to the community center. It is a vast room. Just past the doors to your left is the reception desk. A rather bored teenage boy sits behind it. He does not even bother to look up or greet your entrance. His attention is currently in a science book.
To the north is a small step down area where two girls are playing ping-pong. Several empty reading chairs and tables take up the remaining space.
To the east is another set of wooden double doors that are currently close. There is a loud echoing of dribbling basketballs behind it.
To the west is another set of glass doors leading to the privet event rooms of the compound.

> go west

Community center, garden
You exit out into an open area of the community centers garden. It is a more squared off area, though there are exit gates opened up to the southwest and northeast back into the park. There are a few small trees planted at each corner, accompanied by trashcans. In the middle of this area is a large rose bush that has been well trimmed to resemble a giraffe. Several blue doors leading to privet rooms align the walls. Here people do a wide variety of activities from teaching classes to throwing parties.
To the north a blue door has been propped open, the lights turned on inside. You can hear the faint clanging of swords from within.
There is an empty bench nearby. Some poor person left an unopened soda bottle on it.
To the south are glass doors leading into the community center.

> examine the soda bottle

It looks like your typical long necked soda bottle. It is currently filled up with a refreshing looking blue liquid and air sealed with a twist off cap. The label oddly has been pealed away with only a few white plastic strips left

> open the bottle

You are not carrying a bottle.

> hold the bottle and open it

Ah, now the vixen is learning!

You take the bottle and twist its cap off. Instantly there is a sharp hiss and the contents begin to softly bubble with released carbon. A faint scent of blueberry tickles you nose.

> drink some soda

You take a chug of the strange soda you found on the ground. Maybe you are not that great a learner. It has a very sweet flavor of raspberries that elect a soft groan of pleasure from you. The bubbles tickle your throat all the way down, leaving a little tingle to your fur.

> examine the rose bush closer

It is a large rose bush; standing roughly eleven feet tall and serving as the centerpiece for the Community centers garden. Someone had either spare cash or lots of free time, because great care has been made in trimming it into the shape of a giraffe.
Countless yellow flower buds decorate the bush, all in various stages of blooming.

> go south

Community Center, main hall
You have entered the main area to the community center. It is a vast room. Just past the doors to your left is the reception desk. A rather bored teenage boy sits behind it. He does not even bother to look up or greet your entrance. His attention is currently in a science book.
To the north is a small step down area where two girls are playing ping-pong. Several empty reading chairs and tables take up the remaining space.
To the east is another set of wooden double doors that are currently close. There is a loud echoing of dribbling basketballs behind it.
To the west is another set of glass doors leading to the privet event rooms of the compound.
To the south are the main entrance doors.

Strange, the door felt heavier on your way in. Moreover, you do not remember having to reach that far up to the handle either. More disturbing is the realization your pants are hanging a lot looser on your shapely hips as you walk.

> approach the girls and ask to play ping-pong with them

You step down to approach the girls and stumble as your shoes become very loose around your feet. No sooner, do you regain your composure then your pants slide off your hips to pool around your ankles. Luckily, your purple panties are still clinging desperately onto your hips to keep a bit of modesty. Your bra also feels surprisingly loose under a shirt now feeling like a small dress. Through rest assured your pride and joys have not lost their relevant perportions to your body.

The girls both simply stare are you in shocked amazement as what you thought were eye level before now you barely stand up to their chests. Considering you can barely see over the table, a game of ping-pong might be out of the question.

> pick up pants and ask, "Can I play with you?"

I admire your dedication, but not the bad sense of priorities.

You manage to hold your pants up, but now you need your hands to keep them there, as they will not stay on your hips at all. This is alarming, as you do not seem to have lost any of your glorious female curves despite all your clothing feeling oversized. Even your socks feel loose around your paws and the shoes can easily be stepped out of.

The girls look even further down at you than before, clearly more alarmed than you obviously are. One finally manages to relearn how to speak. "Are you okay!?"

> panic, scream and run around in circles for a few minutes and then dash out to the main lobby.

You throw one of the most amusing, albeit pointless, midget hissyfits anyone has ever seen. This little tantrum sends both your shoes and socks flying. Soon you trip and lose the grip on your pants. Both they and your panties easily slide off onto the floor. They were too big of a hazard to keep up anyway. You still have your shirt, which is now covering most of your tiny arms and legs now as you continue shrinking. Even your bra has become too big and slides right through your body to the floor.

> south

You almost have to jump to reach the handle but, with a running start, you manage to push the exit doors open.

Community Center, main entrance.
You travel north up the walkway to a pair of glass doors leading into the community center. Overhead the thick archway provides a bit of cool shade from the warm afternoon sun.
A blue husky is curled up dozing off in a niche to the right.
There is an open cement waste can mounted into the sidewalk to the left of the doors. An ashtray sits on top of it stuffed with discarded items.

The sudden crash of your escape causes the husky to jump up in a fright, baring its increasingly huge teeth down at you.

> say "Nice Puppy" holding arms up in a defensive position and back away westward.

You try to head west, but seeing as there is a giant stone arch blocking that immediate direction, all you accomplish is slamming your soft butt into its base.
The dog seems to calm down upon recognizing your scent, but looks a bit confused at your drastic change in size. Not surprising since you are about the size of a toddler in an oversized shirt. However, to your credit you still have the sexy curves of an adult. It gives a soft 'woof' and cautiously approaches to sniff you better.

> pet its muzzle

You manage to wriggle out your hand from the giant shirtsleeve to touch the dogs nose. Unfortunately, that just irritates his sense causing an involuntary sneeze that showers your face with globs of snot. The dog does not seem to mind. He decides to happily lap at your face, cleaning you up with ample amounts of doggy drool.

> wipe self clean with shirt

You pick up some scruff of your shirt and dry yourself off. An easy task considering you shrunk to the size of a fuzzy Barbie doll and slip right out of the neck collar. The cool wind of the area feels rather good on your naked little body.

> pet the husky and go south

You pet the now giant husky's nose as he nuzzles and licks at you. A calm thing to do considering the cavernous maw he possesses. He is going to give you up that easily as you turn to leave though. You barely get two steps down the sidewalk before a sudden pain surges through your tail and find yourself being lifted up by your tender appendage with the husky's teeth.

> cry in pain and kick the husky in the maw.

You know you make an adorably cute yelp for that new size of yours. How you manage to even type with those tiny hands while suspended in the air is adorable!

Sadly, the dog does not find you kicking his nose as cute. He shakes his head violently around, jerking you in many directions. You do not really have time to enjoy the ride or pain surging through your spine as he finally releases the grip, sending you flying into the archway with a comedic SPLAT.

Pretty stars dance around your head as you lay on the cold concrete drenched in dog slobber. Oh wait, as your vision slowly clears those are not stars. Those are the well-polished canines of the husky. Before you can even recover, he presses a forepaw onto your chest, painfully crushing you in a pinch. That is a very nice view of the inside of his muzzle he is giving you, especially that extreme close up of the uvula.

And...well...why go on describing a typical act of nature? It is not as if you are alive enough to read this.

Restore, Restart, Quit?

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