{"sf1_id":820042,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Tom the deer - Being a deer is weird","author":"Blackraven2","words":3914,"posted_at":"2015-02-15T22:23:00.000Z","tags":["Body swap","Deer","F/solo","Female","Transformation","self pleasure"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/820042-tom-the-deer-being-a-deer-is-weird","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/820042","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=820042\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of Tom the deer\n\nTom has recently turned into a deer.\nShe was petting this creature at a petting zoo, when lightning struck. When she opened her eyes she was in the body of the deer, and her own ... was fried crisp on the ground.\nThis part covers the first few days after the incident when Tom tries to get to grasp with her new self.","content":"Being a deer is weird.  \n  \nEspecially when you used to be a teenage girl, with hands and fingers, and a  \nplaystation to play your favorite video games.  \n  \nIt wasn't so much walking on all fours, that had come very natural, almost  \ninstinctive to her. It was the normal every day routine in a civilized  \nenvironment that didn't seem to work at all.  \n  \nThe first few hours she had lain in bed and not noticed much of the problems  \nyet. She had been hit by lightning after all. Her skin had burn marks that had  \nto heal, and she had a headache that made her finally understand why mom always  \nwas so cranky when she complained about migraine. She also had to cope with  \nseeing her own body dead, stiff and burned. A shock that was hard to grasp for  \na young teenager.  \n  \nAfter a few hours she felt slightly better. The dizziness went away and her  \nparents took her to the doctor - again held by her mother, cuddled on the back  \nseat on the car.  \n  \nDr Smith was friendly, and she knew him since forever. She had been there when  \nshe had caught the flu, or that one time when she had had food poisoning and  \nhe had put that hose in her neck to pump out her stomach. He had always been  \ngentle and friendly, and she trusted him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;She had never seen him so insecure and nervous as when she stepped into the  \nexamination room. Both nurses that worked temp jobs at his family practice  \nwere there, peeking in, and her mother of course.  \n  \n\"Tomoko, is that really you?\"  \n  \nThat question, she would soon feel as if she had answered it about five  \ngazillion times in the first few days alone. Now she just nodded and looked at  \nhim with both her brown deer eyes. \"Yes decter Smiss, its me\". She said slowly  \nand deliberately.  \n  \nThe O and T-H sounds she still hadn't figured out how to pronounce correctly,  \nbut seeing a deer talk at all was apparently enough for him that he bought it  \nwithout question, and tried to take it as normal as possible.  \n  \nHer field of vision overlapped in front of her, but not as much as she used  \nto. It was enough for some depth perception but only for things in front of  \nher nose. On the other hand her field of vision stretched much further,  \nallowing her to easily see her parents behind her, just by twitching her eye  \nthat way.\u0026nbsp; The cross on his medical cabinet was a brownish color. So was the  \nplant in the corner. Red, green, she knew those had been separate colours, but  \nsomehow not anymore, it was all the same brown-green, she couldn't tell them  \napart. In her memories those colours were clearly distinct, but even in her  \nimagination it took effort to visualize them as they had been.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Dr Smith had eventually, and after apologizing that he had not specialized as  \na veterinarian and didn't feel qualified for this, examined her. He and mom  \ngently lifted her on the table, then he checked her injuries and she got an  \nointment against the burns on her skin, which he told her mother to apply.  \nThen he went into a lengthy explanation on the digestion system of a deer and  \nwhat Tom could and likely couldn't eat. But all he said could have been  \nsummarized with \"feral deer eat leaves and fruit, try to avoid meat, for  \nanything else, try a small amount and see what happens.\"  \n  \nTom followed his examination in detail and tried to look as closely as her  \nflexibility allowed at every spot he examined. It was after all her first  \nchance to have a closer look at her new self, too. She hadn't even looked at  \nherself in the mirror yet, she mostly remembered her features from seeing her  \nbody from the outside, when she was still human and petting the creature that  \nwas now her, over at the petting zoo.  \n  \nHer neck was surprisingly flexible and bent in almost any direction. Her arms,  \nwhich were now her front legs however, not so much. Her upper arms were short  \nand muscular. She could flex them front and back, but even with the doctors  \nhelp she couldn't spread them sideways much before it pulled at her shoulder  \nligaments in a way she wasn't used to. Tom hadn't been the most flexible  \nteenager even as a human. Gymnastics at school were one of the subjects she  \ndisliked and preferred playing hockey with the boys. But not being able to  \nmove her 'arms' sideways at all came as a surprise, she hadn't known that deer  \ncouldn't do that. Her back legs also didn't like to be spread much, and like  \nwith her arms, her thighs were short. Her knees almost touched her belly  \nand were connected with a fold of skin to her belly fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Instead of on her chest, she now had her nipples below her bellybutton,  \nbetween her back legs and on what could only be described an udder.\u0026nbsp; Although  \nshe was a young doe, and not as developed as a mother deer, there was no  \nmistaking her physiology.  \n  \nDr Smith also found a few deer ticks in Tom's fur. Disgusting little creatures  \nthat had likely lived on this body even before it had become hers. She was  \nquite thankful for the parasites to be removed, even though it hurt. They  \nseemed to like the most inconvenient of places, like in her arm- and leg pits  \nand on her sensitive lower belly, just next to her nipples. Having them pulled  \nfrom there was a sensation that felt weird, painful, yet somewhat exciting and  \nembarrassing, too.  \n  \nThe doctor didn't seem to notice. He kept investigating and also checked  \nbetween her back legs and under her little tail and confirmed to her parents  \nthat Tom was indeed still a girl. A fact that he suddenly seemed somewhat  \nembarrassed about as he removed his hands from her belly fur with surprising  \nhaste. Had he forgotten that she was a girl and not a feral animal and  \nsuddenly remembered?\u0026nbsp; Granted, she didn't wear any clothes and was technically  \nnaked, but she had fur instead, didn't she?\u0026nbsp; Dressing a deer in girls clothes,  \nnow that would be much more embarrassing she thought, amused.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Once she was allowed to step off the table she felt she had to go to the loo.  \nOne of the nurses opened the door for her. \"Do you need help?\" they asked, and  \nshe shook her head and waited for the door to close.  \n  \nA few moments later she realized that that might have been premature. The  \ntoilet bowl was made for human adults, not for deer. Sitting there at first  \nseemed easy, but the tricky part was not falling in. She had no hands to hold on  \nto anything. Her butt was quite narrow and easily fit in between, and she  \npromptly slid too far until her tail touched the water, causing her to eep and  \ntry to get back out quickly. Eventually she found out that leaving her front  \nlegs on the ground in an almost standing position, with her rear sitting over  \nthe rim seemed to work best, and she relaxed. Her tail went up as if in  \nreflex, and she felt her bladder empty. The sensation was not that unlike  \nbeing a human girl, although still different. She was shaped slightly  \ndifferently down there apparently.  \n  \nTaking a dump was different, instead of a log, there were little individual  \ndroplets that slid out of her rear in rapid succession and splashed into the  \nwater underneath. Her sensitive nose caught the unmistakable scent of deer  \ndroppings. Something to get used to, but she had smelled worse when she had  \nbeen human.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Done. Now how would she go about wiping...\u0026nbsp; Her 'hands' consisted only of two  \nhoofed fingers and any attempt to get the sheet of soft paper stuck between  \nthem was futile. Instead she pulled a few sheets with her lips and yanked them  \naway with a twist of her powerful neck. But having the sheets in her mouth was  \na dead end.  \n  \nA single drop of liquid oozed from her nether lips and tickled, but didn't  \nwant to drip down. Her wet tail also caused drops of water to rinse down her  \nrear end. She really wanted to wipe there. She tried to reach with her front  \nleg, but lost the paper in the attempt.  \n  \nEventually she just shook her rear to get the drops off and jumped of the  \nseat, then turned round to flush. Indeed those looked like droppings from a  \nferal deer, she realized. Pushing the flushing handle with a hoof was not a  \nproblem at all, and down they went.  \n  \nThe floor smelled of cleaning detergent and was indeed clean. Like everything  \nin the doctors office it was kept that way meticulously. Tom didn't  \nhesitate to lay down to have another attempt at solving the wiping problem.  \nReaching there with her front leg seemed almost possible. She repeatedly  \nlost the paper in the process, so instead she tried to place the paper with  \nher mouth, surprised how far back she could bend that way. It reminded her  \nsuddenly how dogs 'cleaned' themselves - with their tongue. It didn't take much  \nimagination to assume deer did the same thing, it was just, she didn't really  \nwant to get her face anywhere near there!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;In the end she just placed the paper between her back legs, then reached with  \nher front hoof and swiped it back and forth a bit. Wetted like that it did  \nstick to her hoof, so she had no problems disposing it by lifting it over the  \ntoilet rim, then stand two legged leaned against the sink and rinse her front  \nhooves under the water as if it still were her hands.  \n  \nComplicated, but, done.  \n  \n  \nOpening the door was more tricky. it had one of those twist-knob handles, and  \nher hoof couldn't press it. She didn't want to take that particular door's  \nknob between her lips, so instead she just knocked on the door and waited for  \nsomeone to open it for her.  \n  \n\"Do you need help in there?\" the nurse asked.  \n  \n\"No senks, I went eet\" she bleated - speech still needed more practice, but  \nshe was understood.  \n  \nShe really started to sort of miss having opposable thumbs.  \n  \nThe doctor was talking to her parents in a hushed voice, but her sensitive  \nears had no problems picking up the words from the other room.  \n\"Physiologically she's a one year old healthy white tail doe. Mysteriously,  \nthe injuries from the lightning are nothing serious, that burn should heal  \nwithin a week or two. If you treat it with that cream it should heal with no  \nissues, just make sure she is washed cleanly to avoid any infection. Now as  \nyou said deer normally don't grow very old, but keep in mind most feral deer  \ndie from injury or hunting, deer in captivity really life a lot longer,  \ntwelve, fifteen years, I think the record is over twenty. So don't worry too  \nmuch about that yet, she might outlive even you. Also all those numbers are  \nfor feral animals, there is no records of any sentient deer ever, so I guess  \nonly time will tell how fast she really ages.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Dr. Smith tried to reassure her parents. He stopped when she appeared in the  \ndoor frame.  \n  \n\"There you are. Well, as far as I'm concerned you are free to go home. Come  \nhere right away, if anything is amiss or if you feel unwell. You don't need to  \nmake an appointment, just come after hours, or have your parents call me if  \nits urgent. OK?\"  \n  \nTom nodded and looked at her parents. They said their good byes, hiding their  \nworries, and a few minutes later they were out.  \n  \nAt home they took a shower. Tom protested at first when her mother came to the  \nshower cabin with her, but she had to admit there was no way she could get  \nthat shampoo in her fur by herself. Her mother was careful not to get the soap  \nin contact with her burns, and Tomoko had to admit it felt great to be  \ncleaned.\u0026nbsp; The animals at the petting zoo hadn't been filthy, but they still  \nhad been animals, there was a lot of dust and gunk washing out of Tomoko's  \nfur, colouring the water brown. Mom washed her all over, not sparing her belly  \nor - much to her embarrassment - under her tail. It was weird. Embarrassing  \nand exciting at the same time to feel her mothers fingers on those sensitive  \nfolds that were both ticklish and in a way caused her to feel hot and cold at  \nthe same time. She just closed her eyes and tried not to show her emotions.  \nShe was glad when her mom didn't dwell there too long and moved to the  \nunderside and then the top of her tail itself. Then again somehow, she almost  \ncraved for that sensation to continue. Not with her mother present  \nthough.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Having a tail was on itself weird enough, too, Tom realized.\u0026nbsp; It moved and  \nfelt totally natural even though she hadn't even had one until this morning.  \n  \nHer mother continued rinsing her and now moved to her legs. Then her fur was  \ndried with lots of towels, and her burns were treated with the doctors cream,  \nTom went to bed again and was on her own.  \n  \nThis time however she didn't attempt to sleep. Her eyes had no problems  \nadjusting to the twilight in the room with the shutters closed. She was curled  \non the bed and curiously stuck her snout between her back legs having a closer  \nlook at herself than ever before.  \n  \nOf course she was old enough to have been playing with herself before, when  \nshe had still been human. He had been squeezing her hip into the bed sheets  \nwith her fingers in between until she had shivered and shuddered. But this was  \nstill new. She would have loved to pull those pink fleshy nether lips apart  \nwith her fingers to peek in between, but she had none. All she had was her  \nsnout, and so her lips carefully, hesitantly, touched her own freshly cleaned  \nsex which smelled of shampoo and tiny hint of deer musk. A pleasant shiver run  \nthrough her as she pulled gently to have a peek in between her folds, to see  \nwhat a deer looked like back there, and she had to let go for a second to  \nenjoy that exciting sensation that made her rump shudder and wriggle.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Panting in excitement she tried again, felt the touch of her own cold deer  \nnose on her hot nethers. And then she did what she would have never thought  \nshe'd dare doing a few hours ago. She licked herself.  \n  \nHer taste wasn't bad. It was something she'd have to get used to but it didn't  \ncause her to gag or anything. It wasn't at all unpleasant, and it was  \naccompanied by the sensations her own thick cervine tongue brought to her own  \ndeer nethers. But even more so than the sensations itself, the whole naughty  \nconcept of what she was doing turned her on. After all she wasn't really  \nlicking her own cunny, she would likely never have done that. It was a deer  \nlicking a deer's cunny. Except she happened to have somehow borrowed its body  \nand now she was spying on that deer as it was pleasing itself, felt the  \npleasant sensations she could cause this body as her own.  \n  \nShe didn't really see this deer body as her own yet, but it was definitely  \nhers to play with.  \n  \nAnd those sensations were quite a bit to take. A shudder ran through her, and  \nshe had to stop and stretch and gasp for air, trembling. When she curled  \ntogether again, her gaze fell on the erect little nipples on the udder. She  \nwondered how it would feel if they were suckled, and promptly tried it out. Of  \ncourse there was no milk to be had from there, but the sensations were well  \nworth it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Moaning, or rather bleating silently, she kept playing with herself until that  \nlittle deer came in a quite remarkable orgasm that sent her legs trashing and  \nher back arching, and a squirt of girl juices came out of her sex, coating her  \nfur on her thighs and tail.  \n  \nEmbarrassed and panting, she started licking that, too. Cleaning herself like  \na feral animal, because she didn't want anyone to notice her mess in the  \nmorning. And it didn't even taste that bad.  \n  \n...  \n  \nThe next morning she had come to peace with herself.  \n  \nYes, she had lost her body, and had been given the form of an animal instead.  \nFor a limited, borrowed time, as it likely wouldn't grow very old. But she was  \nOK with that. It was better than being dead, and she was willing to  \ntake this opportunity and make the best of it. And she'd exploit this body and  \nits forbidden pleasures it had to offer, all of it. Even if that meant having  \nat some point sex with feral stags and giving birth to little feral fawns, it  \nwas something no one else ever could do, experience and talk about.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;All in all it was a very unique present, and she had decided to embrace it.  \n  \nHer parents gave her some cereals to eat, which she tried with a bit of milk.  \nIt tasted good, but now came the waiting for whether her stomach agreed with  \nit, too.  \n  \nIn the meantime she turned the TV on and curled on the couch, staring at the  \nplaystation controller. There just HAD to be a way too operate the bloody  \nthing with hooves, she thought, and her mind raced to solve this little  \nphysical problem.  \n  \nThe sticks she could push around with her hoof or her nose. Not very accurate,  \nbut she figured with some practice it would work, at least she could go  \nthrough the menu of some martial arts fighting game.  \n  \nThe problem were the many buttons. How was she supposed to do a combo if she  \nonly could either move the stick, or move a button.  \n  \nBut she wasn't that easily discouraged. Soon she had her snout on the  \ncontroller with the knob between her lips, and both front hooves smashing the  \nbuttons. Which button she pressed ended up pretty random, but after a few  \nattempts she managed to beat the bad guy on the easiest setting. Her legs  \ncramped, and her saliva slobbered all over the controller, but the games  \nsounds were music in her ears.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Fatality!\" it proclaimed, and her warrior ripped the head of his opponent  \nin a quite gory scene.  \n  \nThen Tom had to throw up. Not puke-like throw up, she didn't feel sick or  \nanything, but some of her food suddenly came back up her throat into her  \nmouth. Concerned, she gulped it back down, wondering if her stomach didn't  \nlike the cereals after all.  \n  \nThen she remembered something about deer. They were ruminants. Of course that  \nwas supposed to happen! So she was supposed to chew that stuff again? That was  \ngross, but she didn't really have a choice did she? All she could do was stand  \nup on all fours and wait for her food to do what it did, the controller paused  \non the ground.  \n  \nThe cud tasted weird. At least it was already pretty soft, and went back down  \nwith little effort, but it was soon replaced by more. She burped, too.  \n  \n\"Something wrong, darling?\" her mother asked concerned.  \n  \nTom had to gulp the cud to answer. She shook her head, then told her, she was  \njust ruminating, all was fine.\u0026nbsp; Mid sentence another piece of cud made its way  \nin her mouth.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Oh, I'm so sorry, do you want anything with it? Juice maybe?\"  \n  \nTom nodded and made her way on all fours into the kitchen. Drinking from a  \nglass was of course not an option, instead her mom poured it into a little  \nbowl and she drunk from the floor like a dog. That was embarrassing, but it  \nwas refreshing, she hadn't realized how thirsty she had been.  \n  \nA few hectic minutes later, after her parents had made sure she was really OK,  \nshe was finally alone. They had gone to work after all.  \n  \nOn the table were some prospects from a local funeral service. Tomoko's  \nfuneral was to be held some when this week. It was a weird thing to think  \nabout. It also brought that image of her own dead body back into Tom's mind.  \nShe shook her head and tried to think of something more pleasant. Like - no  \nmore school.\u0026nbsp; Certainly she wouldn't have to go to class like this, would she?  \nIt wasn't as if Tomoko disliked school, she had her friends there after all,  \nbut like likely all teenagers, the option of skipping out on that indefinitely  \nwas quite tempting. She was sure she'd find something to do in the meantime.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;For now she went upstairs into her parents bedroom, to have a look at the  \nlarge mirror on the closet that reached from the floor all the way up. She  \nhadn't really had the chance to look ah herself from that angle, and she just  \nwanted to get more used to herself.  \n  \nThe mirror showed a young deer. The same young deer she had petted at the  \npetting zoo. Even though she spent nearly a day in this body by now and had  \ngotten quite intimate with herself the previous night it was still weird,  \nstill would take time to get used to seeing it in the mirror instead of her  \nown body.  \n  \nShe stuck out her tongue at herself, rolled her eyes, flicked her ears.\u0026nbsp; Tom  \nhad never been able to flick her ears as a human girl, now it was the most  \nnatural thing to do. It went automatic, like moving her eyes, they followed  \nher attention around and focused on whatever noise she was interested in. It  \nwas a bit more tricky to move them separately, but less so than moving a  \nsingle eye. Her tongue looked weird. She moved closer to the mirror and opened  \nher mouth, looking at her throat, the ripples inside of her mouth, her teeth,  \nher gums, lolled her tongue back and forth. Until the mirror fogged up and she  \ncouldn't see herself anymore.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Tom giggled, then turned around and lifted her tail. That gesture exposed her  \nprivates quite lewdly, it made her blush a bit, but she kept examining  \nherself. Between her rear legs, her udder showed a tiny bit. It certainly  \nlooked somewhat sexy, if you liked deer. She tried a few poses, some casual,  \nsome quite lewd. Then some aggressive ones. Glaring at an imaginary opponent,  \nbaring her teeth. Then she reared on her back legs and tried to look  \nintimidating.\u0026nbsp; Slashing with her front legs she figured she'd be quite capable  \nof dishing out some painful strikes on anyone bothering her. Like in a kung fu  \nmovie!  \n  \nBeing a deer was awesome!  \n  \nTo proof a point she kicked upwards with both her back legs and almost  \nhit the little TV her parents had next to the bed. The bowl with jewelery  \nbounced and jiggled, but luckily didn't fall.  \n  \nOK, being a deer would still take a bit more practice.  \n  \n  \n\n"}