With the kitchen and table now cleaned of peanut butter and his saliva, he smelled like peanut butter and bacon, so he headed to the bathroom upstairs. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up, thinking this would be easier than going down. But on the first step, his foot missed and he fell. Getting back up, he took his time, he had to relearn everything, and he had to get his instinct under control because he couldn’t keep zoning out and letting his instinct do stuff. He made it to the top, and he let out a happy yip. It was then he realized he had been making fox sound like whining, yelping, and just now the yipping. He then gets a little depressed and makes his way to the bathroom. He takes off his shirt, which had raw bacon grease and the smell of peanut butter on it, and has a good, long look in the mirror at himself.
He saw his newly changed body, the fur, tail, paws, claws, and the fox head. He raised his fist to pouch the reflection but stopped himself. He slumped down to the floor and cried; every bit of emotion came out in the form of a complete emotional breakdown. He was at his breaking point from the summoning to the other world, the friends he made, the ones he lost, the fight and battle, and the victory over evil. But he has no one to help him; he can’t talk about the other world or the curse, no one would believe him, and if he shows them, they might fear him, and he couldn’t even think about that because the loss of his loving family would break him.
So Ethan picked himself up off the floor and stared at himself and knew resolve, he would survive this curse, he would control it, and he would use it to keep himself and his family safe. He heads to the shower and starts to let the warm water wash away his sorrow. He found that his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash were acceptable to his instinct, so at least there is one thing from his old life he can keep. As he rinsed the last of three in one shampoo, he shut the water off. His fur was heavy with water as he started dripping. His body shook like a dog as the water went everywhere. He is still wet when he gets out, as he grabs a towel and starts wiping his fur, but one towel is not enough, so he grabs two more before he starts to feel dry.
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He still felt damp, so he grabbed the hair dryer and used it. The warm air and the feeling of the wind going through his fur were very relaxing and helped me feel better. After another ten minutes, he was finally dry. He grabs his three wet towels and puts them in the laundry bin. He makes his way to his room to find a new shirt that fits. As he enters, he sees his magic gear and remembers his magic slim clothes as he separates them from the armor, which is a shirt, pants, and underwear. But these are specially made with magic slim threaded into the fabric. They can change shape and size, they can become thick or thin depending on the weather, be repaired with magic, and change colors all with just a thought and they will never get dirty or smelly and he was a little ashamed to say but he had bought thirty sets even though his team said not to and they came back with him in his infinite storage bag that was a gift from the gods of that world when he hit level five.
* infinite storage bag: A gift giving to Ethan for making and surviving till level five it as infinite space and a time stop spell on it only none liveing items my go in. (warning this bag belongs to Ethan anyone else trying to open the bag with out Ethan say so will have a random magic spell shot at them.)
Standing there with no clothes on felt very comfortable to him, but he knew he had to wear something just in case his magic spell failed. As he pulls on the underwear first it fits comfortably as it makes a slot for his tail then the pants and the same slot for his tail appears with a button on the waist above where the tail meets the back to hold the pants on and the pant legs change shape to match his new leg position he sits on the bed and then put the shirt on and was very happy that it didn’t feel uncomfortable on my fur. He was a little sad that he couldn’t wear any foot protection; it seems no matter what world you're in, no one can make a good pair of socks, but he would have to get used to it.
