A young aspiring animator and artist named Gab awoke one summer morning. He groaned, got out of bed, and stretched. As usual, his bad back was bothering him. He headed down the stairs, careful not to wake up the rest of his family. Gab had been expecting an artbook in the mail today, but his folks were not terribly keen on his artistic hobby.
Gab crept over to the door, and found an Amazon package. He quickly grabbed it, and snuck back up to his room. Once there, he opened it, excitedly tearing off the tape and removing all the packing paper. However, instead of the Pokemon artbook that he’d ordered, he found a rather silly looking wand with a little star on the end. Gab let out a groan. Of course the one time he was really looking forward to getting a package, they’d sent him the wrong thing.
Even so, he picked up the silly wand and waved it around aimlessly. How was some crappy piece of plastic supposed to help him? At some point during his aimless waving, the young artist pointed the wand at himself. Shortly after this, Gab began to feel rather warm, and a bit odd. His insides churned and shifted. Groaning in pain, the artist clutched at his stomach. Fluff sprouted out, slowly overtaking his entire body. It was a light brown for the most part, though more floofy tan fluff grew from his neck, becoming collar like. Gab began to shrink, his clothes growing baggier by the second.
Soon, the artist’s clothes pooled around his now tiny body. He struggled clear, finding it difficult to stand on two legs, falling back to four. Somehow it felt natural to walk on all fours. After freeing himself from the clothes, he examined his new body. He was rather small, the room seemed much larger than him, and judging by the colors of his new fur, he deduced that he must be an eevee. Upon coming to this realization, Gab looked for the wand. He needed to find a way to turn back before his family woke up. He scrambled up onto his bed, and eventually found it. He tried to pick it up with a paw, but ended up tapping his head with it. Gab’s mind went all fuzzy, emptying of his worries, but also much of his human knowledge. All that was left was a simple, but incredibly strong urge to play. No more was there Gab the artist. There was now only the derpy Gab-vee!