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Being a deer is weird.

Especially when you used to be a teenage girl, with hands and fingers, and a playstation to play your favorite video games.

It wasn't so much walking on all fours, that had come very natural, almost instinctive to her. It was the normal every day routine in a civilized environment that didn't seem to work at all.

The first few hours she had lain in bed and not noticed much of the problems yet. She had been hit by lightning after all. Her skin had burn marks that had to heal, and she had a headache that made her finally understand why mom always was so cranky when she complained about migraine. She also had to cope with seeing her own body dead, stiff and burned. A shock that was hard to grasp for a young teenager.

After a few hours she felt slightly better. The dizziness went away and her parents took her to the doctor - again held by her mother, cuddled on the back seat on the car.

Dr Smith was friendly, and she knew him since forever. She had been there when she had caught the flu, or that one time when she had had food poisoning and he had put that hose in her neck to pump out her stomach. He had always been gentle and friendly, and she trusted him.

She had never seen him so insecure and nervous as when she stepped into the examination room. Both nurses that worked temp jobs at his family practice were there, peeking in, and her mother of course.

"Tomoko, is that really you?"

That question, she would soon feel as if she had answered it about five gazillion times in the first few days alone. Now she just nodded and looked at him with both her brown deer eyes. "Yes decter Smiss, its me". She said slowly and deliberately.

The O and T-H sounds she still hadn't figured out how to pronounce correctly, but seeing a deer talk at all was apparently enough for him that he bought it without question, and tried to take it as normal as possible.

Her field of vision overlapped in front of her, but not as much as she used to. It was enough for some depth perception but only for things in front of her nose. On the other hand her field of vision stretched much further, allowing her to easily see her parents behind her, just by twitching her eye that way. The cross on his medical cabinet was a brownish color. So was the plant in the corner. Red, green, she knew those had been separate colours, but somehow not anymore, it was all the same brown-green, she couldn't tell them apart. In her memories those colours were clearly distinct, but even in her imagination it took effort to visualize them as they had been.

Dr Smith had eventually, and after apologizing that he had not specialized as a veterinarian and didn't feel qualified for this, examined her. He and mom gently lifted her on the table, then he checked her injuries and she got an ointment against the burns on her skin, which he told her mother to apply. Then he went into a lengthy explanation on the digestion system of a deer and what Tom could and likely couldn't eat. But all he said could have been summarized with "feral deer eat leaves and fruit, try to avoid meat, for anything else, try a small amount and see what happens."

Tom followed his examination in detail and tried to look as closely as her flexibility allowed at every spot he examined. It was after all her first chance to have a closer look at her new self, too. She hadn't even looked at herself in the mirror yet, she mostly remembered her features from seeing her body from the outside, when she was still human and petting the creature that was now her, over at the petting zoo.

Her neck was surprisingly flexible and bent in almost any direction. Her arms, which were now her front legs however, not so much. Her upper arms were short and muscular. She could flex them front and back, but even with the doctors help she couldn't spread them sideways much before it pulled at her shoulder ligaments in a way she wasn't used to. Tom hadn't been the most flexible teenager even as a human. Gymnastics at school were one of the subjects she disliked and preferred playing hockey with the boys. But not being able to move her 'arms' sideways at all came as a surprise, she hadn't known that deer couldn't do that. Her back legs also didn't like to be spread much, and like with her arms, her thighs were short. Her knees almost touched her belly and were connected with a fold of skin to her belly fur.

Instead of on her chest, she now had her nipples below her bellybutton, between her back legs and on what could only be described an udder. Although she was a young doe, and not as developed as a mother deer, there was no mistaking her physiology.

Dr Smith also found a few deer ticks in Tom's fur. Disgusting little creatures that had likely lived on this body even before it had become hers. She was quite thankful for the parasites to be removed, even though it hurt. They seemed to like the most inconvenient of places, like in her arm- and leg pits and on her sensitive lower belly, just next to her nipples. Having them pulled from there was a sensation that felt weird, painful, yet somewhat exciting and embarrassing, too.

The doctor didn't seem to notice. He kept investigating and also checked between her back legs and under her little tail and confirmed to her parents that Tom was indeed still a girl. A fact that he suddenly seemed somewhat embarrassed about as he removed his hands from her belly fur with surprising haste. Had he forgotten that she was a girl and not a feral animal and suddenly remembered? Granted, she didn't wear any clothes and was technically naked, but she had fur instead, didn't she? Dressing a deer in girls clothes, now that would be much more embarrassing she thought, amused.

Once she was allowed to step off the table she felt she had to go to the loo. One of the nurses opened the door for her. "Do you need help?" they asked, and she shook her head and waited for the door to close.

A few moments later she realized that that might have been premature. The toilet bowl was made for human adults, not for deer. Sitting there at first seemed easy, but the tricky part was not falling in. She had no hands to hold on to anything. Her butt was quite narrow and easily fit in between, and she promptly slid too far until her tail touched the water, causing her to eep and try to get back out quickly. Eventually she found out that leaving her front legs on the ground in an almost standing position, with her rear sitting over the rim seemed to work best, and she relaxed. Her tail went up as if in reflex, and she felt her bladder empty. The sensation was not that unlike being a human girl, although still different. She was shaped slightly differently down there apparently.

Taking a dump was different, instead of a log, there were little individual droplets that slid out of her rear in rapid succession and splashed into the water underneath. Her sensitive nose caught the unmistakable scent of deer droppings. Something to get used to, but she had smelled worse when she had been human.

Done. Now how would she go about wiping... Her 'hands' consisted only of two hoofed fingers and any attempt to get the sheet of soft paper stuck between them was futile. Instead she pulled a few sheets with her lips and yanked them away with a twist of her powerful neck. But having the sheets in her mouth was a dead end.

A single drop of liquid oozed from her nether lips and tickled, but didn't want to drip down. Her wet tail also caused drops of water to rinse down her rear end. She really wanted to wipe there. She tried to reach with her front leg, but lost the paper in the attempt.

Eventually she just shook her rear to get the drops off and jumped of the seat, then turned round to flush. Indeed those looked like droppings from a feral deer, she realized. Pushing the flushing handle with a hoof was not a problem at all, and down they went.

The floor smelled of cleaning detergent and was indeed clean. Like everything in the doctors office it was kept that way meticulously. Tom didn't hesitate to lay down to have another attempt at solving the wiping problem. Reaching there with her front leg seemed almost possible. She repeatedly lost the paper in the process, so instead she tried to place the paper with her mouth, surprised how far back she could bend that way. It reminded her suddenly how dogs 'cleaned' themselves - with their tongue. It didn't take much imagination to assume deer did the same thing, it was just, she didn't really want to get her face anywhere near there!

In the end she just placed the paper between her back legs, then reached with her front hoof and swiped it back and forth a bit. Wetted like that it did stick to her hoof, so she had no problems disposing it by lifting it over the toilet rim, then stand two legged leaned against the sink and rinse her front hooves under the water as if it still were her hands.

Complicated, but, done.

Opening the door was more tricky. it had one of those twist-knob handles, and her hoof couldn't press it. She didn't want to take that particular door's knob between her lips, so instead she just knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it for her.

"Do you need help in there?" the nurse asked.

"No senks, I went eet" she bleated - speech still needed more practice, but she was understood.

She really started to sort of miss having opposable thumbs.

The doctor was talking to her parents in a hushed voice, but her sensitive ears had no problems picking up the words from the other room. "Physiologically she's a one year old healthy white tail doe. Mysteriously, the injuries from the lightning are nothing serious, that burn should heal within a week or two. If you treat it with that cream it should heal with no issues, just make sure she is washed cleanly to avoid any infection. Now as you said deer normally don't grow very old, but keep in mind most feral deer die from injury or hunting, deer in captivity really life a lot longer, twelve, fifteen years, I think the record is over twenty. So don't worry too much about that yet, she might outlive even you. Also all those numbers are for feral animals, there is no records of any sentient deer ever, so I guess only time will tell how fast she really ages."

Dr. Smith tried to reassure her parents. He stopped when she appeared in the door frame.

"There you are. Well, as far as I'm concerned you are free to go home. Come here right away, if anything is amiss or if you feel unwell. You don't need to make an appointment, just come after hours, or have your parents call me if its urgent. OK?"

Tom nodded and looked at her parents. They said their good byes, hiding their worries, and a few minutes later they were out.

At home they took a shower. Tom protested at first when her mother came to the shower cabin with her, but she had to admit there was no way she could get that shampoo in her fur by herself. Her mother was careful not to get the soap in contact with her burns, and Tomoko had to admit it felt great to be cleaned. The animals at the petting zoo hadn't been filthy, but they still had been animals, there was a lot of dust and gunk washing out of Tomoko's fur, colouring the water brown. Mom washed her all over, not sparing her belly or - much to her embarrassment - under her tail. It was weird. Embarrassing and exciting at the same time to feel her mothers fingers on those sensitive folds that were both ticklish and in a way caused her to feel hot and cold at the same time. She just closed her eyes and tried not to show her emotions. She was glad when her mom didn't dwell there too long and moved to the underside and then the top of her tail itself. Then again somehow, she almost craved for that sensation to continue. Not with her mother present though.

Having a tail was on itself weird enough, too, Tom realized. It moved and felt totally natural even though she hadn't even had one until this morning.

Her mother continued rinsing her and now moved to her legs. Then her fur was dried with lots of towels, and her burns were treated with the doctors cream, Tom went to bed again and was on her own.

This time however she didn't attempt to sleep. Her eyes had no problems adjusting to the twilight in the room with the shutters closed. She was curled on the bed and curiously stuck her snout between her back legs having a closer look at herself than ever before.

Of course she was old enough to have been playing with herself before, when she had still been human. He had been squeezing her hip into the bed sheets with her fingers in between until she had shivered and shuddered. But this was still new. She would have loved to pull those pink fleshy nether lips apart with her fingers to peek in between, but she had none. All she had was her snout, and so her lips carefully, hesitantly, touched her own freshly cleaned sex which smelled of shampoo and tiny hint of deer musk. A pleasant shiver run through her as she pulled gently to have a peek in between her folds, to see what a deer looked like back there, and she had to let go for a second to enjoy that exciting sensation that made her rump shudder and wriggle.

Panting in excitement she tried again, felt the touch of her own cold deer nose on her hot nethers. And then she did what she would have never thought she'd dare doing a few hours ago. She licked herself.

Her taste wasn't bad. It was something she'd have to get used to but it didn't cause her to gag or anything. It wasn't at all unpleasant, and it was accompanied by the sensations her own thick cervine tongue brought to her own deer nethers. But even more so than the sensations itself, the whole naughty concept of what she was doing turned her on. After all she wasn't really licking her own cunny, she would likely never have done that. It was a deer licking a deer's cunny. Except she happened to have somehow borrowed its body and now she was spying on that deer as it was pleasing itself, felt the pleasant sensations she could cause this body as her own.

She didn't really see this deer body as her own yet, but it was definitely hers to play with.

And those sensations were quite a bit to take. A shudder ran through her, and she had to stop and stretch and gasp for air, trembling. When she curled together again, her gaze fell on the erect little nipples on the udder. She wondered how it would feel if they were suckled, and promptly tried it out. Of course there was no milk to be had from there, but the sensations were well worth it.

Moaning, or rather bleating silently, she kept playing with herself until that little deer came in a quite remarkable orgasm that sent her legs trashing and her back arching, and a squirt of girl juices came out of her sex, coating her fur on her thighs and tail.

Embarrassed and panting, she started licking that, too. Cleaning herself like a feral animal, because she didn't want anyone to notice her mess in the morning. And it didn't even taste that bad.

...

The next morning she had come to peace with herself.

Yes, she had lost her body, and had been given the form of an animal instead. For a limited, borrowed time, as it likely wouldn't grow very old. But she was OK with that. It was better than being dead, and she was willing to take this opportunity and make the best of it. And she'd exploit this body and its forbidden pleasures it had to offer, all of it. Even if that meant having at some point sex with feral stags and giving birth to little feral fawns, it was something no one else ever could do, experience and talk about.

All in all it was a very unique present, and she had decided to embrace it.

Her parents gave her some cereals to eat, which she tried with a bit of milk. It tasted good, but now came the waiting for whether her stomach agreed with it, too.

In the meantime she turned the TV on and curled on the couch, staring at the playstation controller. There just HAD to be a way too operate the bloody thing with hooves, she thought, and her mind raced to solve this little physical problem.

The sticks she could push around with her hoof or her nose. Not very accurate, but she figured with some practice it would work, at least she could go through the menu of some martial arts fighting game.

The problem were the many buttons. How was she supposed to do a combo if she only could either move the stick, or move a button.

But she wasn't that easily discouraged. Soon she had her snout on the controller with the knob between her lips, and both front hooves smashing the buttons. Which button she pressed ended up pretty random, but after a few attempts she managed to beat the bad guy on the easiest setting. Her legs cramped, and her saliva slobbered all over the controller, but the games sounds were music in her ears.

"Fatality!" it proclaimed, and her warrior ripped the head of his opponent in a quite gory scene.

Then Tom had to throw up. Not puke-like throw up, she didn't feel sick or anything, but some of her food suddenly came back up her throat into her mouth. Concerned, she gulped it back down, wondering if her stomach didn't like the cereals after all.

Then she remembered something about deer. They were ruminants. Of course that was supposed to happen! So she was supposed to chew that stuff again? That was gross, but she didn't really have a choice did she? All she could do was stand up on all fours and wait for her food to do what it did, the controller paused on the ground.

The cud tasted weird. At least it was already pretty soft, and went back down with little effort, but it was soon replaced by more. She burped, too.

"Something wrong, darling?" her mother asked concerned.

Tom had to gulp the cud to answer. She shook her head, then told her, she was just ruminating, all was fine. Mid sentence another piece of cud made its way in her mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, do you want anything with it? Juice maybe?"

Tom nodded and made her way on all fours into the kitchen. Drinking from a glass was of course not an option, instead her mom poured it into a little bowl and she drunk from the floor like a dog. That was embarrassing, but it was refreshing, she hadn't realized how thirsty she had been.

A few hectic minutes later, after her parents had made sure she was really OK, she was finally alone. They had gone to work after all.

On the table were some prospects from a local funeral service. Tomoko's funeral was to be held some when this week. It was a weird thing to think about. It also brought that image of her own dead body back into Tom's mind. She shook her head and tried to think of something more pleasant. Like - no more school. Certainly she wouldn't have to go to class like this, would she? It wasn't as if Tomoko disliked school, she had her friends there after all, but like likely all teenagers, the option of skipping out on that indefinitely was quite tempting. She was sure she'd find something to do in the meantime.

For now she went upstairs into her parents bedroom, to have a look at the large mirror on the closet that reached from the floor all the way up. She hadn't really had the chance to look ah herself from that angle, and she just wanted to get more used to herself.

The mirror showed a young deer. The same young deer she had petted at the petting zoo. Even though she spent nearly a day in this body by now and had gotten quite intimate with herself the previous night it was still weird, still would take time to get used to seeing it in the mirror instead of her own body.

She stuck out her tongue at herself, rolled her eyes, flicked her ears. Tom had never been able to flick her ears as a human girl, now it was the most natural thing to do. It went automatic, like moving her eyes, they followed her attention around and focused on whatever noise she was interested in. It was a bit more tricky to move them separately, but less so than moving a single eye. Her tongue looked weird. She moved closer to the mirror and opened her mouth, looking at her throat, the ripples inside of her mouth, her teeth, her gums, lolled her tongue back and forth. Until the mirror fogged up and she couldn't see herself anymore.

Tom giggled, then turned around and lifted her tail. That gesture exposed her privates quite lewdly, it made her blush a bit, but she kept examining herself. Between her rear legs, her udder showed a tiny bit. It certainly looked somewhat sexy, if you liked deer. She tried a few poses, some casual, some quite lewd. Then some aggressive ones. Glaring at an imaginary opponent, baring her teeth. Then she reared on her back legs and tried to look intimidating. Slashing with her front legs she figured she'd be quite capable of dishing out some painful strikes on anyone bothering her. Like in a kung fu movie!

Being a deer was awesome!

To proof a point she kicked upwards with both her back legs and almost hit the little TV her parents had next to the bed. The bowl with jewelery bounced and jiggled, but luckily didn't fall.

OK, being a deer would still take a bit more practice.