In a daze now, he slowly begins to explore his new form. A dopey grin spreads across his new muzzle as his paws rolled through the thick fur which covered his bulk, his tail swished idly as it slowly thickened to its full flourish. His curious paws quickly reaching behind his back to snatch and examine his new appendage. His tail was even softer than he imagined as every long strand of mustlid fur rolled through his mit like digits. A new scent began to permeate from the new pores, the distinct scent of the humidor slowly rose from each gland of his new body, as he buried his nose into his immense tail, as he let that scent take away the last of his humanity. All that was left now, was a large and dazed skunk. A creature that commanded attention from all who surrounded him, and held a power that many of his peers would envy. The skunk slob was reborn, and he itched to take this new body out for a spin. But first, he needed to tend to the original business at hand.