WaLoS - Lawyer Ladies

"_Excuse me_?" Mercy screeched, attempting to regather her papers with hands that were so much smaller than they Should be. "What-- What even _was_ that?"

She had to brace herself on the edge of the table to try to balance on two legs instead of four, preventing her from drawing herself up in full righteous indignation. She knew that plenty of ketucari could change shape-- her father and brother, for instance-- but she had never expected it to happen so _suddenly_. In the middle of an important meeting, no less!

==

There had been a flash of light, a searing sensation. Her body folding in on itself...
And then she'd been on the ground, staring at the ceiling and wondering, not for the first time, if someone had managed to assassinate her.

But no, the ceiling was as solid and beige as ever, and...
Her Snout was not blocking her view.
Svetka wriggled her toes. She counted five. Five fingers. Her limbs bent the Wrong Way, and she groaned as she reached for something to pull herself up. A human hand--HER human hand--clasped on the edge of her own desk.
Across the way from her, it seemed Mercy was dealing with much the same. Instead of trying to haul herself to her feet, Svetka looked down at herself. Human legs--no wonder they bent strangely--no clothes covering her pale skin, her legs seemed... _long_. Was that a human thing? No matter. Her breasts hung from her chest, already aching for a supportive bra. She looked behind her. No tail. Her hair, however, fell to her rear in a mane the color of melted chocolate.

"...The evidence suggests, Ebner, that we should have postponed this meeting." she said. "It seems Darhaskos has seen fit to 'gift' us with his 'blessing'."

==

Mercy noted, with no small amount of jealousy, that the detective across from her was taller than her. Her own human shape was small-- _petite_, even, she noted with some disdain-- only a shadow of her natural ketucari guise. She felt _vulnerable_. It bothered her.

At least she wasn't going to end up with back pain like Svetka was. Her oversized teats weren't nearly as oversized. Small mercies. She had to keep brushing teal hair out from in front of her eyes, though. It fell straight and silky, similar to the texture of her fur, down just past the bottoms of her shoulder blades. How exactly did two-leggers function?

"...How are we supposed to do our jobs like this? I cannot be seen in this state!" she snarled. She didn't even have _fur_!

==

Svetka shifted, struggling to get her legs under her using the desk as a brace. Everything in the room now seemed Too Large. Built for Ketucari, not two-leggers.
Even so, she struggled, knees tremebling under the effort, to get to her feet. No tail to balance with, just screaming muscles. "...I can ask Prosecutor Yamanasi to bring us clothes." she suggested. Paused. "Not your brother, the other one." she added to clarify, carefully inching her way around her desk, back to her chair. She straddled it awkwardly, using the chest rest to shield herself somewhat from view.

==

"...Hmph. ... Acceptable." Mercy folded her arms over her chest. "...I know my family enjoys their two-legged forms, but this is... ...I would like to track down this Darhaskos and give him a piece of my mind. Are we or are we not god-hunters?" Gripping the table with hands that were far too soft and bereft of claws.
She was absolutely certain that if she let go, she would not be able to balance, and she had been embarrassed enough by this. ...And yet, she couldn't keep propping herself up like this forever. Especially if she wanted to use her hands for anything, like getting dressed.

==

It wasn't as though Svetka could say she disagreed. "Your... center of gravity is lower down. In your hips, not your core." she tried to advise, choossing to disregard the threats of killing the god of trickery.
She reached for the communications array, double checked she was contacting the correct Yamanashi, and tapped the screen. "Prosecutor Yamanashi, there's been a situation in my office. Would you please bring clothes for a pair of human women?"
Chiyo's voice was warm with fond exasperation when she answered with a "yes ma'am."
Now all there was to do, was wait.