Greg was among the listed volunteers for the Pasttime Organization. He didn't know too much about it, other than they were working with investigating the past and that things weren't going their way with their last experiments. There were mentions of those being sent to the back seemingly assimilating with the time period and forgetting their old forms, minds, and mission. It was as if they had become a person from that time era with no signs of their old forms. 

Unbeknownst to those in the Pasttime Organization, their experiments were altering the present. People in the present were having their gender altered, species changed, and minds seemingly none the wiser. For the most part, no one noticed, with the exception of Michael, the head of the Pasttime Organization's primary project. He started off the experiments as a human, but as he sent more volunteers back to the past, more of his own body would be caught up in the alterations to reality. A lot of his body had been converted to that of an anthropomorphic fox, with some parts of human still on his form. While he knew everyone else in the laboratory had changed, he was blissfully unaware of his own slow transition into an animal. 

Greg arrived, entering into the backroom where Michael was already waiting for him. "Michael?" he questioned as he held out a hand. 

"Correct, good to meet you. You must be Greg." the half-fox, half-human accepted the handshale. 

"I'm sorry, I was expecting a fox, not someone whose only halfway there." Greg said with a soft chuckle. 

"Not sure why you'd think that. This is what I look like, I'm Michael, still the head here." 

"Whatever you say. Must have been something lost in the paperwork or something." Greg shook his head. It wasn't a big enough deal to make a scene out of it. As Michael said, he was Michael at the end of the day, full fox or not. Maybe it was just some other experiment going on?"

"Now then, have you been briefed on what's going on?" Michael said, going towards the machines and starting to hit various buttons and move various switches' positions. 

"Somewhat, I know you've been sending people to the past, yes?" 

"Exactly, but we can't seem to figure out why their presence there is altering them. It's as though reality itself is trying to fix an anomaly." 

"So where do I come into the picture? What's going to stop me from changing like the rest of them?" 

"I'm going to be honest Greg, I can't guarantee you won't." he said earnestly. "We've tried to send people we've known to do good work for ages, thought could resist the changes and pull of the reality, and now they're a skater guy stuck in the 90s without even knowing they were a human woman. I can't say with certainty you won't befall that same fate." 

"Turning into a skater boy doesn't sound like the worst thing, all things considered for me." Greg said with a laugh. "There's much worst things to be turned into. And if this stuff is important like you said, I'm willing to take that risk." 

"Very well." Michael said with a nod. "In that case, you should know what to expect. Pay attention, this could be the difference between assimilation and finally getting to the bottom of everything going on here." 

"My ears are wide open." Greg said with a nod, focusing on only Michael as he explained.

"We're going to be sending you back to the middle of the 1980s. It's enough that you'll be able to return here after if your mind stays intact and we can find a way to fix your transformation if something happens. We're out of ways for me to directly communicate with you, but I will be able to view what's going on and here you. Our last volunteer was able to get a speaker set up where we were sending you before reality caught up to them. It's strange things they left there remained and seemingly aren't affected, but that's something for me to worry about." 

"I'm following so far." Greg nodded. "So what do I need to do?" 

"I need you to comment on everything you feel, mentally, physically, emotionally. Everything. Leave nothing out. If we can figure out all of that, we might be able to figure out why the transformation happens and potentially ways to prevent it. Perhaps talking through it is the way to stop it from happening, knowing something is wrong letting you fend off the changes." 

"Seems easy enough, I can do that." Greg was on board so far.

"Excellent, let's get you strapped in and we can begin. This may feel strange at first, but the process of sending volunteers back to the past has been perfected, you're in no danger until you actually make landfall." Michael explained, guiding Greg as he was sat down at the center of the device Michael was turning on earlier. 

"Alright, so I just stand still here? The machine will handle the rest?" 

"Precisely." Michael nodded, heading back to the main computer. "I'm turning the machine on now. This is your last chance to back out. I won't foul you if you do, this is a lot I'm asking of you, I know." 

"If I had intentions of leaving I'd have done it by now." Greg said with a laugh. "I'm well aware of the risks and I'm okay with them. We're doing this for the greater good, after all." 

"Very well. Good luck, Greg." Michael said as he started the machine. 

It began to whirl and rumble, causing a bit of worry for Greg. However, Michael's calmness did help to soothe some of his worry. Michael had seen this plenty of times seemingly, and this was Greg's first experience, so he wasn't sure how it was supposed to sound. 

He felt a strange tingling sensation traveling all through his body. "I'm feeling pretty strange already! Tha'ts not the transformation is it?" 

"No, this part is normal, nothing to worry about!" Michael reassured Greg. 

Greg remained silent as the sensations grew larger, and felt as though his body was vanishing. And well, it was! And soon, Greg was gone from the room, vision temporarily leaving him until he rematerialized, finding himself decades in the past, right in the 80s.

Looking around, it looked like he made landfall in some kind of gym. The outfits people were wearing were very neon, lots of bright blues and pinks with thick sweatbands of the same color. 

"Alright, I made it..." Greg muttered to himself. "So far I feel fine, nothing too different, just out of place." Greg said to himself, slowly walking around and looking at everything. 

"I don't feel any weird feeling sto my body, my mind is in tact. But..." he paused for a moment. "I have to admit, the gym equipment looks enticing." he eyed one of the machines. 

"Well...there's no harm in using it. Not much else I can do, just have to uh...I was supposed to be doing something...hard to remember." Greg said holding his head. "M-maybe if I get my reps in I can clear my head. Yeah, that's it..." he reassured himself. 

Greg sat down, setting up his preferred weights and started using the machines. Shortly after making landfall in the 80s, his only task was already dulled, not remembering that he was supposed to comment on everything he was feeling and thinking. All he could think about was exercise, maybe because it was the location? Greg didn't think too much on it, and perhaps that would be is downfall. As Greg went through his set, sensastions started kicking in, something he shrugged off as "feeling the burn." However, in reality, the assimilation to the reality he found himself had already begun, Greg's body starting to transform. 

The man's ears traveled up his head, not stopping until they reached the very top. Once there, they became larger, the tips of them becoming pointed while the mass of them became thinner, taking on a more "floppy" appearance to them. The exterior of Greg's ears had the color become a bright pink one, with a more faded shade of pink on the interior. 

The shift towards pink continued all over Greg's head. His skin was altering its color, until his entire head was a light pink color. A different shade of pink befell his nose, while the shape of it altered. The pink color was darkest here, almost purple while the nostrils became large and flared. The shape of his nose became more circular, taking on an oval shape while it pushed farther away from his face. This left Greg with a short snout. 

Greg's hair becmae longer, trickling down his back and reaching down to the center of his back. It quickly became tied in a ponytail so that his new hair was contained in one place without the worry of it falling into his face. His facial features altered, with his eyelashes elongating and becoming more prominent on his face, eyebrows doing the opposite as their mass became thinner. Inside of his throat, Greg's adam's apple shrank in size, causing his voice to rise up in pitch. 

As the changes continued down Greg's body, the skin color continued to shift towards the same light pink color that formed on his head. In fact, all of Greg's skin became this color, with the exception of his fingers and feet. Instead, these would both harden while turning a dark black color. For Greg's feet, the digits pressed together as the feet themselves flattened, shifting into cloven hooves instead of his traditional feet. His fingers had hardened, but still retained their normal usages, being given hooved tips instead of fingernails. 

While the color of his skin was altering, so would the figure of Greg's form. His shoulders slimmed down and lost their broadness, being given a more narrow set instead. Similarly, Greg's shoulders became more thin and slender, with the size of his hands shortly following as they took on a dainty appearance. At the sides of his body, the structure caved inward to leave a permanent indent in his figure, with his back following in suit to leave an arch in it. At his chest, Greg would amass two mounds of flesh, weight and sensitivity forming onto them as he now sported a firm set of breasts. 

Below the belt, mass would be increased rather than taken away. The size of his hips expanded outward, growing into childbearing proportions. His rear puffed out and became more pronounced, while a new appendage formed just above it. It was short, possessing a few more swirls before ending in a dull, pointed tip to give Greg the tail of a swine. Like the majority of his body, this tail was light pink in color as well. Between Greg's legs, his manhood slipped away, vanishing into nothing more than a flat openining. Internally, his once external reproductive systems became internal, becoming the inner workings of the opposite sex with his Y chromosome turning into an X. Greg's legs formed their own set of curves, with the mass of his thighs increasing in size just like his hips had before going into a deep incline before expanding outward at his thighs once again. All of this legs Greg with toned, shapely legs and finished off Greg's physical transformation. Although he came to the 80s as a human man, any sign of that was gone, replaced by the body of a pig woman. 

Greg's outfit altered a fair bit. The material of his pants became much lighter while they tightened around his legs. They became a bright pink colored set of leggings. To match that, a sweatband formed on both of his wrists of the same pink color. His shirt rode up his body, revealing much of his midriff while it also dipped down at the collar, wrapping around his bosom while revealing some midriff. The sleeves became nothing but simple straps, and while it tightened around his chest to give it great support, his shirt now a bright, neon blue sports bra. One more garment formed, this time around her head. It was neon blue like the rest of her outfit, giving her a sweatband to prevent the sweat from her exercise from falling into her eyes. Over her ankles, very loose socks formed that had open toes for her hooves to stick through, these being neon blue to go with her shorts and sports bra. Lastly, another garment of clothing formed around his waist in the way of neon blue shorts that his leggings were tucked inside, his leggings were too thin to just where those after all! 

The last to change would be Greg's mind. Memories of his old life were draining out of his head. The Pasttime Organization, Michael, his mission, reason for being here was gone, replaced by the new, much more powerful personality taking over as his form was settling into the new reality. All memories of modern technology were gone, smartphones, medical advancements, anything from the present drained and only memories of what existed in the 80s were left and to Greg now, they were brand new! Greg was now Georgina. She was a huge fitness nut, going to the gym every day, sometimes two times a day! She worked as a personal trainer, helping her friends and other anthros like her stay fit! She specialized in training them, knowing how to best push them as opposed to humans. They were so rare she didn't really ever take the time to learn how to train them best. Regardless, she enjoyed keeping herself and other fit and healthy! Helping people plan diets, exercise routines, everything from top to bottom! 

"And...one hundred!" Georgina said, taking a deep breath after finishing her set. "I haven't done that at 50 pounds in a while, you go girl!" she said to herself with a giggle, grabbing the towel that had materialized on the machine and wiping off her sweat. She looked around, seeing all the various anthros working out, taking a break, and some even mingling with the front staff or by the water cooler. She recognized a lot of people here, she was a regular after all, so those who came as frequently her likely did the same! Georgina knew most people who showed up, always wanting to introduce herself to them and make new friends! Those she didn't know weren't strangers for long before she introduced herself to them!

"Georgina, over here!" a badger woman waved to her as she walked up. "I didn't know you were coming in today!" 

"Girl, I'm in everyday! You should know that by now!" Georgina responded with a giggled. "I thought you'd know better Betty!" 

"I know, but I never know what time you show up! When I don't see you I assume you got sick or something!" 

"Please, I never get sick! That's the benefit of leading such a healthy lifestyle! I'm the fittest pig you'll see!" Georgina said with a proud laugh, striking a playful pose after. 

"You got me there, I've never seen one so healthy as you! And I've seen plenty, pig or otherwise!" Betty said with a giggle. "Come here though, I have some hot gossip!" 

"Oooh, dish it out! If you do I'll reward you with a free session with me!" 

"I'd tell you anyways but now I'm holding you to that!" Betty giggled. "But I heard a human signed up for a membership the other day!" 

"No way! A human? I've never seen one in person before!" Georgina gasped. 

"Right? Me either! But now we might actually see one! How exciting is that?" 

"Very, I always wanted to train one but I just assume I'd never meet one before! I have to get them to make me their personal trainer before someone else does!" 

"No one knows, only the people who were on shift and who were working out when they came in, something yours truly happens to be!" she said proudly. "I hear they're coming in tomorrow early before anyone else shows up to not attract attention to themselves." 

"That's unbelievable! A human at our gym, how exciting!" Georgina giggled, her tail would be wagging if it was capable of doing so.

"Right? I was soooo surprised when they walked in! But it's true, I don't have a reason to lie to you!" Betty giggled. "You didn't hear it from me though, I don't want to make them too much of a celebrity before they show up and scare them off!" she paused. "But I did hear them asking about personal trainers, I didn't want to chime in but they're in the market, and I know how much you wanted to train a human! Better get here before anyone else tries to scoop them up!" 

"Then I better set my alarm early, thanks girlfriend!" Georgina said and brought the badger in for a hug. 

"Alright, alright, you're welcome!" Betty giggled and returned the hug before breaking it off. "But now I think you owe me a session." 

"I'm a girl of my word! Let's get started!" Georgina smiled, walking deeper into the gym and starting to help Betty stretch out so their workout session could begin, as she often did to all her other friends and clients! And so, Greg's place in reality had been altered just like everyone else who had been sent back in time by Michael and the Pasttime Organization, no recollection of their old time period, only of where they were now. For Georgina, she was excited for the future, but just as content with what she had now! At most she hoped the exercise equipment would be improved and be easier to track her routines! 

*****

Back at the Pasttime Organization...

"Hello? Anyone? What happened?" Michael said to himself, trying to figure out how to work the machine so he could hear and see what had just happened to Greg. Nothing appeared anywhere after he left the room, frustrating Michael.

"Why can't I remember how this works? I've been doing this for years! This isn't the first time, why's it so hard!?" Michael asked in an annoyed tone, running his fur-covered hands down his muzzle. The full fox's ears drooped down in annoyance. "Why are we doing this, sending people back to the past? What's the point, there was such a good point but I can't remember." 

Michael got up from the computer, looking at all of the levers and buttons on the machine that had just sent Greg back. "I remember some of what these do, but half of these look like another language! I'm smarter than this, I've been a scientist for decades, I can figure this out! It must have something to do what just happened. Did Greg do something that caused such drastic mental changes?" 

Michael looked out to the laboratory floor, letting out a sigh. "Everything looks normal out there, I think. I remember something being wrong with it before but I can't figure out what that is. Why's it so hard?" Michael question. The floor was full of anthros of varying species and genders, with notably no humans. But that's how Michael remember the Pasttime Organization always being like, humans were so rare it wasn't a surprise none of them was there...right? 

"This is too much, what's wrong with me?" Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I've figured out much worse, I can figure out why nothing is clicking for me. People don't just forget things they've known for years, it must be a reverb of someone getting lost in reality, yeah..." Michael said to himself, not fully confident in the words that were coming out of his mouth. 

"I think I need to rest, there's too much in my head. Going to let the team know I'm heading home earling because I'm not feeling well. Tomorrow will be better...yeah..." 

Michael took off his coat and walked out, carefully moving so his tail didn't snag on anything. All of the human bits on Michael earlier were fully gone now, replaced fully with the body of a fox despite starting purely as a human man originally. While Michael was concerned by his sudden lack of knowledge, he wasn't considered about his form. His fox body was the one thing he felt confident in. He remembered growing up as a kit and his transition into an adult fox. The memories were too vivid to bring concern to them, nor did he have reason to do so. 

And so, Michael left the Pasttime Organization for the day, unaware of the full iteration to his species with a lot of problems and concern on his mind. But he couldn't think straight with the excitement of the day, he needed a well-deserved break to come back tomorrow with a clear head.