That's the first coherent thought that enters my head. My head is full of thoughts. To many thoughts. Noisy thoughts. Noise and noise and noise.
Two of the primates are chattering at each other. Urgent little creatures, them. These two seem more urgent than normal.
Two words snag in my mind. I turn them over in my mind with a detached sort of fascination.
I try rise to my feet. My skin slips on the wet surface and my body slams painfully on the smooth stone... or not stone. I don't know. These primates like their smooth not stone.
My shoulder smarts where it struck. No fur to cushion the fall. No...
It's one of those horrible little primate paws with wiggling, grasping little toes.
Not her. not her. not her.
A noise escapes my throat, some horrible moan that vibrates past fleshy alien tongue and cheeks.
The primate chatter cuts off abruptly and they look at me.
I look at them. I'm horrible and wet like a newborn covered in afterbirth. I have to blink the awful scum out of my eyes, but everything is focussing wrong. Contrast and sharpness are wrong. Colors are... there are too many fucking colors.
"Um... hello, yes?" one of the primates stammers.
"What." I rasp, words somehow finding their way from brain to throat to lips. "the fuck?"
The primate makes a face. A sort of abstract horror.
It crouches down. No, she crouches down.
"Hi," she repeats. "So... um... I can imagine you're a bit disoriented right now... and well, we're not quite sure how to put this gently-"
"What the fuck did you do to me??" I half moan, half snarl.
"Our friend got transformed into a tiger," the other one says in a rush. "We um... well, we tried to turn her back... but it seems there was a little bit of a mixup."