Brandon double-checked the address as he arrived at a bronze gate. The gate had vertical bars with a steel padlock placed right in the center to prevent it from opening.
He set his car in park, and the man hopped out to look at the address on the note he had with him, as well as the numbers on the concrete bricks attached to the massive bronze gate. "This is really the right address?" He asked himself.
Moss grew on the concrete bricks with no rhyme or reason to their pattern, and Brandon noticed wired fencing on top of the walls, as if meant to deter those from crawling over it as if it was a prison of some sort.

Brandon had taken a few days off work to attend a funeral. He had no idea who the woman was who had passed away, but he got a letter about it, as well as an inheritance that the woman left behind. There was no money, but there was, from a rumor he heard, a massive mansion left in his name, and he just had to see it for himself. He had just arrived at the gates, and he looked beyond the bars to see the large white mansion on the other side.

The mansion walls itself looked as if they were well taken care of, but the lawn surrounding the mansion, as well as the road up to the mansion front, had seen better days. Brandon unlocked the bronze gate, and watched as the gate seemingly opened itself up. He got back in his car, and drove up to the entryway of the mansion, where he then parked and turned off his car.

The mansion was not only behind large walls, it was secluded behind all kinds of trees, shrubs, and forestry. The mansion was located a good hour away from any other house, and from what Brandon could see from the exterior, he doubted there was any electricity running through the place, or even phone lines for that matter.

Brandon looked around the exterior and noticed there were spots on the walls for candles. It made him even more curious to see if the mansion even had electricity. He put the key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door to enter the mansion.

The interior of the mansion was dusty. Old cloth covered all of the furniture. Cobwebs littered the red wallpaper walls. While there was furniture and bookshelves, it was all empty. There were spots on the ceiling where it looked as if a lightbulb would go, but the wiring looked very shoddy, and the covering for where the lightbulb would go looked quite old. Brandon estimated the mansion must have been a hundred years old, give or take, and it had no renovations done. "Ugh...this is going to make tax season absolute hell." He said to himself as he walked into the foyer.

The candles on the walls were unlit, and there were no lit bulbs around. The sun from the outside shined through the dirty windows and showed floating dust everywhere. "I can't even sell the place. There's no way this is up to building codes."

Brandon figured that, no matter what he was going to do with this mansion, he had to get a good look of the place. While the mansion was dusty, old, and had plenty of cobwebs, it looked structurally sound, and there weren't any bad smells about the place either.

Brandon decided to check the living room of the building. He noticed there was a massive entertainment center, but with a radio instead of a television. There were two large couches with four recliners all gathered around a table so big that Brandon could have used it as a bed if he so desired. He saw there was a door between the living room and the foyer, and he opened it up to see what was in it.

Beyond the simple door was a coat closet. There was a single large luxurious fur coat on a wire hanger, while the other few hangars in the closet were empty. Brandon couldn't believe the sight of the coat. The size of the coat was thicker than any winter coat he had seen. He pulled it out of the closet, and looked it over.

While the rest of the house was dusty and old, the coat looked almost as if it were brand new. Brandon couldn't tell if the fur on the coat was fake, but the fur felt very nice to the touch. The length of the coat was longer than him, but only by a few feet. "I always wondered what it felt like to wear one of these." He said aloud. He wrapped the coat around himself, and chuckled. "Now I just need to find a mirror." The interior of the coat was soft and warm around his body, and while he felt hotter wearing it; he could see the coat selling for a good amount of money.

Brandon twirled in the coat. He couldn't explain why, but he felt glamorous wearing it. He wanted to find a full-length mirror, just so he could see what he looked like in it. He looked around the interior of the coat and found a picture of what looked like an alligator of sorts with a small 'R' symbol next to it. "No name, just a picture of the company's mascot, huh?" he said to himself. He also noticed there were pockets on the outside of the coat, and as he shook the coat around a bit, he swore he heard jingling inside of those pockets.

Curiously, Brandon reached in to feel what was inside. He felt a cold square rectangle thing, and pulled it out. "A lighter?" he asked aloud. He didn't think they had lighters at the time when the mansion was new, but then again there were already inconsistencies with how the mansion looked as it had both light bulbs, and candles. The lighter was made of silver, with a design that reminded him of a 'Sergal' creature for a logo. He wondered if the owner of the mansion, the one who gave him the mansion used to be a smoker.

Brandon realized as he held onto the lighter just how little he knew about the person who gave him the mansion. He wondered if there was any information about the previous owner still somewhere in the mansion. "Well, I won't find anything by looking at this lighter." He said to himself. He tossed the lighter back into the coat, and while he still wore the massive fur coat, he walked through a small hallway, and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was just as dusty as the rest of the mansion. There was a large island center with an oven, but no dishwasher in sight, although three massive sinks were back to back. The cupboards were open and bare. There was also a walk-in pantry, but it was just as empty as the rest of the kitchen. Brandon walked around the square island. His fingertips gingerly touched the island as he walked around, and when he raised his hand back up, he noticed just how much dust he had gathered. He realized the coat he put on dragged slightly too, and when he looked behind him, he noticed the coat picked up a lot of dust and dirt from the floor.

"I have GOT to get the maid to clean up all of this dust!" Brandon rolled his eyes, and waved his hand dismissively. He wasn't even sure why he just said that, but he told himself he was just being sarcastic. He walked through the kitchen, and made his way into the dining room.

The dining room looked to be as if it were an infamous old fashioned, but also very rich, dining room. The table's length measured well over twenty feet long with chairs that had high backs lined up along the length of the table. The table had a large white cloth, while the chairs were uncovered. There were a few mirrors and dressers along the sides, although all of them were incredibly dirty.

Brandon walked over to one of the mirrors, and wiped his finger to clean off the gray colored dust. The mirror was too high for him to get a good look at himself in the coat though. "I guess I'll just see if there's a bathroom. There has to be a huge mirror in there." He wasn't sure why he wanted to get such a good look at himself in the fur coat. He told himself mentally that it just felt too good not to wear, even if he felt hot.

Brandon looked through a few more rooms on the first floor and found nothing of interest. 'I can always sell the furniture if I really have to. The mansion might not be sellable, but the furniture must definitely be worth something.' Brandon thought to himself. Back in the foyer, he turned his attention to the staircase. The staircase up the first flight was very wide and led up to two large doors. The path then split left and right down hallways before there was another flight of stairs up to the third floor.

Brandon made his way up the large flight up the stairs, and opened the double doors. Inside, he found a ballroom that reminded him of an old-fashioned cartoon movie, complete with a large piano on the side. 'This ballroom is bigger than my house!' Brandon thought to himself. The walls and pillars on the sides were painted gold. The bottom was blue, while the top looked as if it mimicked nighttime, complete with stars and constellations. "Maybe...maybe I can spend some money and live here after all." He told himself. He left the ballroom and went down the hallway to the right. He checked all of the doors he walked by until he found the bathroom, and he didn't have to look too long.

The first bathroom had a large mirror that was a good ten feet long and twenty feet wide. Not in addition, far from the mirror was a bathtub that was almost big enough to serve as a miniature pool. There was also the standard toilet with a sink on the other end of the bathroom.

Brandon walked into the bathroom, and glanced at the mirror. The mirror was dirty, but not as dirty as the ones in the dining room. He could actually see his reflection. He looked at himself in the massive brown fur coat he wore. 'I feel like some sort of rich woman in this.' He thought to himself. He chuckled as he saw his tanned skin, his black hair, and his normal blue clothing underneath the coat. "I wonder if whoever owns this mansion has any clothes to go with this." The fur coat felt nice, but his normal shirt, pants, and shoes didn't match the coat. He walked back out of the bathroom, and decided to look for a bedroom.

The hallway was darker compared to the rest of the mansion. Part of the reason was due to the lack of windows. Brandon could still see down the hallway, just not as well as he could the rest of the mansion. He noticed there were small dressers and cabinets along the halls with unlit candles on top of all of them. He noticed there was one more thing in particular that caught his eye, and those were pictures mounted on the walls. While many of the pictures were just decorative art landscapes, he noticed a few pictures were of an elderly couple.

Brandon noticed the female wore the exact same coat he wore now. The two looked old enough to be his grandma and grandpa. "It was the uh...god...who was it that gave me this mansion again?" He couldn't even remember the name of the person, but he was confident that it was a female. "I wonder if it was her?" he stared at the female that wore the coat he wore, and she had a blue outfit underneath. "She does look kind of sexy." After a very short pause, he added. "For her age, I mean." As if to try to correct himself, in case someone had been listening.

Brandon wondered if the woman had any other outfits like the one she wore in the picture. At the same time, he wondered if he should even try to wear it. 'The coat alone does feel kind of silly...why do I even want to wear it? Let alone any other of her clothes.' He thought to himself. He couldn't figure it out. He walked into a bedroom, and set the fur coat down on the bed. 'It's comfortable, I'll give it that much, but it's also...' Brandon felt a shiver as he tried to keep thinking about the reasoning as to why he wore that coat. He felt cold in the mansion, but he knew it wasn't cold outside. He didn't even take the time to study the bedroom he was in. "This place is giving me the creeps, and in more ways than one." He said to himself. As he started to turn around to walk out of the room without the fur coat, he noticed a vanity dresser.

The dresser was surprisingly clean, and just as Brandon was about to pass it and leave the room, he noticed something bizarre about his nose. He leaked closer to the mirror, and he noticed his mirror, and his entire face, had a sharpness to it. "I didn't...I didn't look like this before, did I?" he asked himself. He adjusted his glasses with a confused look. He didn't look as if he had a strange nose to his face, but he also looked older in ways he couldn't describe. "Okay, I need to get out of this mansion, and quickly."

Brandon felt something wash over his body. The sensation suddenly made him feel very tired, and he could feel a small headache start to form. "Or maybe...maybe I can lie down for a while." He looked at the bed with a small smile. The bed looked normal with a blue sheet, and four pillows with two on each side. The bed looked quite new, unlike the rest of the mansion. The appearance of such a decent looking bed threw Brandon off, but with how his body suddenly felt, he figured a rest would do him some good. "There's no such thing as haunted mansions." He told himself. "I'm just...it just must be me being tired." He knew he should worry about how different his face looked, even if it was only slightly, but his body felt weak.
Brandon fell back against the bed, tossed his fur coat aside, and fell asleep quicker than he ever did before.

Brandon had strange dreams while he slept. He dreamt about the same mansion he was in, but the mansion was much livelier. He pictured butlers, house cleaners, lit candles everywhere. He swore he could even smell the chefs cooking food. Strange yet, he dreamt in first person, and he felt taller too. He then looked down at his hands, and he noticed he had snow white colored hands in the shape of claws, as if he were inhuman. He let out a gasp that sounded very feminine, and then he felt a tail swish behind him. The dream became blurry to study his form, but he knew he definitely wasn't human. In fact, as his vision in the dream began to fade, he swore he heard an elderly woman whisper into his ear. "My old Sergal."

Brandon awoke in a cold sweat. He felt a chill rush through his body. He didn't want to think the house was haunted, but his dreams, and the strange feeling he had told him otherwise. He was about to jump up and run out of the mansion without a second thought, but before he could, he felt a pain in his butt, as if his pants were too tight. He lowered his pants a bit, and he felt 'something' free itself. He turned behind him, and he noticed a small tail. "W-what the...okay...I'm hallucinating. I have to get out, and get out now."

Brandon's heart pounded. He pulled himself up, and he heard popping in his back as he heaved himself up. Pulling himself out of bed felt like a far greater chore than it should have been. Once up, he quickly walked over to the entrance of the bedroom. He placed his hand on the door handle, and he then noticed his hand had small webbing on it, small white webbing on his hands that looked as if they were a combination of his darker skin, and a sickly pale white. He pulled his hand away from the handle, and breathed quickly, and heavily. He stepped back from the door, and fell back against the coat. His butt landed on the hard metal lighter, and his tail brushed it out from the coat pocket.

Brandon turned to see the lighter he had found earlier. He picked it up, and grimaced at it. "I know, I know. She was a smoker." He had seen a few ash trays scattered about here and there, although he had no idea how much of a smoker she was. He looked over to the vanity dresser and noticed there was an unlit cigar. The cigar was big and black. The cigar looked like a fancy reusable one. Brandon was more curious about the cigar now. It reminded him of an incense candle in shape and size. "And it helped calm her down too." He didn't even know how he knew this. He lit the tip of the cigar with the lighter from his coat, and he watched with wide eyes as the air carried the smoke from the cigar up. He wasn't a smoker, yet he had a strange urge to take a puff.

Brandon put the cigar to his lips. He could taste salty dryness, and as he breathed in the cigar, he paused, and quickly tossed the cigar away, and coughed loudly. "Ack!" he couldn't believe what he had just done! The cigar was salty, earthy, and while it wasn't unpleasant, he knew how bad it was for him to smoke such a thing.

Brandon needed to take a moment to recover after that ordeal. He stomped the cigar out, and then he looked around the bedroom with a confused expression on his face. He held his head and felt his hairs that he swore felt more brittle than they used to be. "What was I doing again?" he asked himself. "I was...I was going to leave the bedroom..." he spun around back to the bed, and he noticed there was a blue latex suit suddenly sprawled out on the bed. The suit looked feminine, but it also looked as if it would fit him perfectly.

"Put it on honey. It would look so good on you." An elderly man's voice said from behind Brandon.

Brandon felt something freezing touch his shoulder. He jumped and spun 180 degrees in the air before he landed back on the ground and saw nothing behind him. Part of his mind screamed at him that it was a sign he should high tail it out there, literally with the new tail he had in his pants he could feel stretched longer bit by bit.

He rushed to the door and tried to open it again, but the door wouldn't budge. The handle felt locked from the other side, but he saw the lock on his side, and it didn't look that way.

"You can't come out of there until you've changed! What would the servants think if you were caught wearing some peasant's outfit?" the male voice shouted from right outside of the room.

Brandon released the doorknob, and stared at the wooden door. He turned to look for any windows, but he could find none in the room. "I'm not going to have a choice, am I?" He said to himself. He sighed down at the blue outfit. He brushed his fingers along it, and noticed the outfit felt very much real, and clean. The blue one piece felt like latex. Brandon took off his shirt, shoes, and pants, and turned to the door. "No peeking!" he wasn't even sure whom he was shouting to, or if maybe, someone was trying to pull a prank on him. 'Maybe this is some reality show where you think you're going to get a full sized mansion.' Brandon thought to himself as he took off his underwear without even thinking about it. 'That would explain a lot of the odd things going on, but it wouldn't explain my tail.' Once he was naked, he looked in the vanity mirror briefly. He swore the mirror looked cleaner, but his vision felt off. He wore glasses, but even with his glasses, it was hard to see exactly what his body looked like. He reached down, and he found there was another pair of glasses on top of the suit. 'Odd.' He tried not to think about it too much. He took off his glasses, and slipped the circular glasses on instead.

Brandon was then able to see that his body looked much paler than he remembered. As he brushed his slightly webbed hands over his body, his skin felt very dry too. "I'm pretty sure I didn't look like this." He said to himself, though he had a hint of uncertainty about how he remembered himself.

"Are you finished in there yet? You're going to be late!" the masculine voice called out from behind the door again.

Brandon looked back down at the outfit. "Don't rush me!" he called back. He wasn't even sure whom he shouted at, or who shouted at him, but he was nervous. As he looked over the room again, he realized that his old clothes, the ones he had just taken off, were gone. He was stuck with the one outfit now. With a frown on his face, he unzipped the back of the outfit, and slipped his feet inside. The outfit covered his body from shoulders down to his very toes, and he could feel the latex up against his bare feet as he slid inside. "So weird." he said to himself. "Who wears things like this?
Brandon slipped his arms in the suit, and he noticed the suit already had space for the slight webbing on his fingers. He knew he should have been more alarmed over the changes in his body, including the tail that stuck out from an opening in the back, but he couldn't do anything about his transformation so long as he was stuck in the bedroom, and if he had to wear an outfit to get out, then so be it. He just prayed it wasn't a prank of some sort.

Once Brandon put the outfit on, his ears twitched. He heard the door to the room opened. His ears felt different when they twitched however. He reached up to feel his hair and he knew his hair already felt strange. He still had his hair, but it felt as if the hair belonged on an older person. He couldn't feel his ears though, and that worried him greatly. "Crap, I really am changing into something." He pulled out the cigarette lighter, as well as another long cigar, and lit it up. He put the smokey cigar to his lips, and breathed deeply to calm himself. He didn't even think about how he never used to smoke before. He barely remembered his first experience with the cigar not moments ago. As he breathed in and out slowly, his heartbeat slowed. "Okay, I can do this. Just go out there in this outfit, and work my way outside." He told himself in a deep raspy voice. Brandon felt uncomfortable in the one piece. The chest and butt felt too big, while the entire outfit in general felt too tall by a few inches, and it showed as he had some drag in his feet.

Brandon walked over to the door, opened it up, and he looked for the voice who had called him out so many times before.

The mansion around Brandon looked slightly different from before. The cobwebs and dust from before were less obvious, and he could see candles lit, although dimly. He picked up the scent of food in the kitchen, and his curiosity piqued. "This place is still vacant, isn't it? Who could have made food?" He walked out of the bedroom with a sway in his step and a swish of his tail.

Brandon walked down to the kitchen in his new outfit. The outfit felt very uncomfortable, and he had to adjust it many times. His tail continued to bother him, but he tried to ignore it. He went down towards the kitchen, but he paused at the large dining room. The dining room, once empty, now had food all over the table. It looked as if it were a thanksgiving feast with candles in the center, and all manners of food, and it all looked extremely fresh. "Who prepared all of this?" he asked aloud.

Silence answered him. Brandon heard nothing in the mansion. He could only smell the food in front of him, and it looked very appetizing. He reached down, and grabbed a small bread roll. He took a bite, and he was surprised at how good it tasted. "It's as if I'm eating nothing but hot air. It is incredibly plain." He put some butter on it, and tried another bite. "Hmmm the butter definitely adds to it, but it needs more sweetness, like a touch of cinnamon." He normally wasn't such a food critic. To Brandon, food was normally food, but now he felt as if the food had to taste better, and be of a higher quality and standards.

Just before Brandon was about to swallow the bread, he thought twice about who made the food. His eyes slowly glazed across the massive mansion table. The table was still dirty underneath, but the food and plates looked fresh. He saw the candles that illuminated the table, and then he looked down at his outfit that still fit him so awkwardly. He felt almost high class, and it was a completely alien feeling. He opened his mouth, and let the chewed up food drop down onto the floor. "I still don't know who prepared this. Why am I eating it?"

Brandon turned his attention to the kitchen, and made his way there. He stepped with a sway in his rear and a swish with his tail. He didn't pay any attention to the new way he walked. He stepped inside the kitchen, and he saw the same old kitchen that he saw the first time. The primary difference was that the kitchen looked newer than it did before, but it was empty, and it had been for some time.

"What are you doing in the kitchen my dear? Come to the living room! We have guests for you to meet!" a manly voice called out to Brandon.

Brandon's ears perked at the sound of the voice, but he couldn't 'feel' his ears. He couldn't explain the sensation as it was incredibly alien. He reached up to feel where his ears were, but before he had a chance, he heard another shout.

"Are you coming or not?" the male voice shouted. "You know it's rude to keep guests waiting!"

Brandon let go of his head, and stepped out of the kitchen. He took a different way out of the kitchen so he could get right into the living room.

Brandon noticed there wasn't a soul in the living room besides himself. The living room still looked old, but not as old as he last remembered. He couldn't find any cobwebs that he had seen earlier, but he saw an excess of dust on everything. "Hello?" He called out.

Silence answered him.

Brandon shifted his gloves. His hands already felt so strange with the webbing he developed, and he could tell his tail grew more behind him too. He pulled the crotch of the suit down to adjust how strange his sex felt underneath the suit. He didn't want to feel it out of fear over how much he might have changed between his legs though.

Brandon glanced around briefly, and with a sigh, he took a seat in one of the leather recliners. As he plopped his butt down, dust rose up from the seat. He could feel his tail shift behind him. His tail was so long now that it was able to dangle slightly off the side of the chair. "I'm going insane from being here, I swear." He mumbled.

 Brandon pulled out another cigar. He didn't even pause to think about where he got it. He pulled out a lighter, lit up the long cigar, and took a puff. He also didn't think about how he had never smoked before, but now here he was. He felt a tightness in his chest and rear, but he just ignored it as the cigar helped calm him down.

"I still need to get out of here at some point." Brandon said to himself calmly with a deep sigh. "But this place does look very fancy." He looked up at the bronze chandelier that contained many unlit candles. He knew he had to escape, but he felt less worried about it than he did before. He finished the cigar, and put the tip of the long fancy cigar down onto an ashtray next to his seat. He let out a breath through his nostrils, and two white puffs of smoke came out. He crossed his eyes and noticed just how much longer his nose and even his mouth had pulled out. His nose reminded him of an alligator or a crocodile, though an albino one. "Hm...Just what am I transforming into?" He said to himself. He remembered what the voice called him and the symbol on the fur coat he still wore. He felt hot. He wasn't even sure why he still wore the fur coat, but his body didn't want to take it off.

With a sigh, Brandon reached up, and looked at his slender fingertips. He noticed small-clawed tips at the end, and the webbing that fit so perfectly in the gloves. He tapped the end of his nose with his fingers, and brushed his index finger gently along the bottom of his jaw. "It feels so slender and womanly." He said in a raspy voice.

"Well, it should feel womanly on such a beautiful woman such as yourself." A man's voice said from right behind Brandon.

Brandon felt a hand touch his shoulder. He knew he had felt this sensation before, and he remembered it thoroughly. The touch from before was cold and chilling, but this touch felt much warmer. His gloved hand reached back to feel his shoulder. When his hand touched his shoulder, he felt a broad warm hand on his shoulder that was not his own. "Just who is it that keeps tormenting and taunting me so?" he spoke in a soft voice. "And what is it you are doing to me?"

"What do you mean? You are my wife. I am simply trying to do what I can to make you happy." The voice replied with a chuckle. "Do you not like it? Would you prefer some fine wine to help you relax?"

Brandon closed his eyes. He tried to imagine what helped him calm down. Pictures of cigar smoking, wine, he imagined things that very rich people would do to relax, things they did before electricity was a thing. He shook his head rapidly to try to clear those thoughts. He knew he wasn't rich. He had just inherited the mansion. As far as he was concerned, nobody else lived in the mansion. Nobody could have possibly lived in the mansion considering all of the dust and cobwebs he saw when he first arrived. The mansion both looked, and felt much livelier than he remembered. "What year is it?" he reached up and felt his head. His delicate long fingertips felt a cold sensation on his forehead.

"1950 of course." The voice replied with a chuckle. "Are you feeling alright? If you truly don't know what year it is, perhaps you should sit down."

"1950?" Brandon rubbed his head in confusion. "That doesn't sound right at all." he reached to the sides of his outfit. "Where's my wallet and my cell phone?" He swore he had kept some of his things with him when he put on the new outfit. "God, I feel so hot." He still wore the fur coat. While his new clothing covered most of his body, he swore he could still feel the fur from the coat all over his body.

"Perhaps you should take your coat off and relax. Let the house cleaners and butlers do the work for you. That's what they're here for, after all."

"Isn't that? But...I don't have house cleaners and butlers." Brandon rubbed his head. He could feel his scaly head, and as his hand brushed through his hair, he felt how brittle his hair was. "I don't have house cleaners and butlers." He shook his head hard. He then turned around. "I don't have a husband ei-" he froze. The person who spoke to him was gone. He turned back and held his head in disbelief. "That's...there's nobody else here, right?" he looked around the room.

The room looked as old and ancient as when Brandon had first entered the mansion. The scent of food was gone, but he could see thanks to the light that shined through the windows and partially for another reason entirely that he couldn't explain. He rubbed his eyes, and went cross eyed to see his snout. "God...I'm so confused. Maybe I do need to sit down." Brandon shed his fur coat as he walked upstairs. "Maybe I just need a nap. Hallucinations are so real that I can actually feel the warmth of them, and taste them, it just can't be good for me."

Brandon walked up a flight of stairs. His tail flickered behind him, just barely long enough to touch the ground now. He walked beyond various closed and open doors until he came to a set of double doors. He opened them up, and smiled as he saw a massive luxurious bed. He had just found the master bedroom, and he barely even tried to look for it. He walked up to the bed, fell down, and watched as a dust cloud popped up after he plopped himself onto the bed. "Just a small nap, a woman my age needs her beauty rest." He said without thinking.

Brandon took off his new glasses, set them aside, and closed his eyes. With a small sigh, he slowly fell asleep.

Brandon dreamt of the life of a rich woman in the mid-1900s. He had never really given much thought about what a life would have been like, but he imagined himself walking around the fancy restored mansion with servants aiding him at every turn, and a loving husband. He pictured himself with fancy jewelry and clothes that only a rich person back when could afford. As the dream went on, he imagined himself creating a will in the event that he were to pass on.

Brandon's eyes shot open just as he dreamt about signing his name in the will he wrote in the dream. The dream itself felt real, so real that, as he looked around the bedroom, he remembered it from his dream. He knew what he had to do in the bedroom, but it felt hard to move. He knew he could do it, but his body just felt heavy. He pulled himself up, and heard his back pop multiple times. "Uhn..." he felt as if he aged heavily, and at such a quick rate.
He reached underneath the bed and felt a wooden box. He pulled the box out, opened it up, and stared in disbelief as to what was inside. He found a piece of paper turned yellow from age. The paper was the exact same will he dreamt that he wrote. "Weird..." He put the paper back down, and looked around the room. He let out a sigh. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do now. Part of him still wanted to escape, but another part of him told him that this was HIS mansion. The freaky dreams, the strange bodily changes he swore he felt, he thought maybe there was some sort of crazy gas leak. "A gas leak would explain all of these freaky feelings." He said in a raspy voice. "But I had a cigar; the place would have lit up when I smoked."

Brandon pulled the will back out from the box. Part of him was ready to tear it up, but another part of him wanted to keep it. He wondered if the will was in the box, then how did he inherit the mansion in the first place. "It must have been a copy she sent." He said quietly. His mind raced with questions about the previous owner. He didn't even know her name. He just figured it was a long lost relative, but based on the pictures he had seen, whoever gave him this mansion was no relative he knew of.

Brandon looked over at the large vanity mirror in the large bedroom. He hadn't looked at his reflection for some time, but he was afraid to do so. He crossed his eyes to see the large white snout in front of him, something he knew wasn't normally a part of him, yet he didn't feel his heart pulse with fear from the sight. It just felt...normal to have such a thing on his face, as if he had always had it, even if he knew he had just grown it today. "I guess I have to see myself sooner or later." He said to himself.

Brandon took a breath before he glanced at the mirror. His hair was as white as snow, with only hints of black at the tips. He brushed his gloved hand along his hair and felt how brittle the strands were. He still had a full head of hair; it just looked as if it fit better to an older person than it did on someone as young as he was. He noticed there were wrinkles along his face, and crow's feet just at the corner of his eyes.
He looked down briefly, and noticed two necklaces on the vanity stand. One necklace looked like a gold chain with a blue sapphire heart. Another necklace had light blue pearl beads. The jewelry was undoubtedly feminine, but he couldn't stop picturing how good it looked. He put both necklaces around his neck, and smiled. His bare neck and the upper part of his chest showed off in the latex suit he wore. He noticed the suit also revealed the top of two mounds of breasts that formed underneath. He knew he should have been frightened, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. Instead, he dug into one of the drawers, and he noticed even more jewelry. "Oh, if the coat and the suit made me look good, then all of this should make me look even better."

Brandon pulled out two golden bracelets. As he slid the bracelets onto his hands, he noticed there was a small diamond ring on one of his fingers, something he knew he didn't put on. The ring was around his ring finger, and it resembled something that his mom wore. "A...wedding ring?" he asked himself. He held it up to the mirror and looked over his dainty womanly hand, and then slowly smiled. "Oh, it looks so good on me." He lowered his hand and saw his inhuman muzzle. "It needs a ring for the other hand though." Brandon quickly found a ring without a piece of diamond on it, but he knew it would work for him. He slipped it on, and looked at his dainty webbed hand with a smile. "Oh, this is perfect."

Brandon felt the pulsing sensation in his cock, but the throbbing felt weaker than before. He brushed his hand along his crotch and felt that cock tight up against the outfit he wore. He had barely given any attention to his penis since he was there, but now that he did, he felt just how small it was. "I'm sure I was bigger than that..." He stepped back from the vanity mirror so he could get a better look at his bulge. The bulge slightly revealed itself underneath. He turned to look back at his tail, and then he looked back in the vanity mirror. "There's still the matter of my legs." He mumbled to himself. The outfit covered his legs and feet, but he noticed there was webbing there too. As he stared down at his feet, he felt a sense of disgust. He should cover up his feet better.

Just then, Brandon noticed a pair of high heels over by the master bed. The high heels were black, and made of latex. He looked down at his feet, and then at the boots. He didn't focus on how different his feet looked; he just wanted them put into something elegant, just like those high-heeled boots next to the bed. He slid one foot in one boot, and then the second in the other, and he shivered. He felt so much better with high heels made of latex. "Mph, I don't think I enjoyed this before." He said to himself. He never wore high heels before, but as he stood up in the ones his feet were in now, he never felt more comfortable walking.

Brandon looked back in the mirror with a soft smile. He had only paid attention to half of his body. He noticed his breast looked bigger than before. He brushed his latex covered hands along his chest, and shivered at the pleasurable sensations he felt, especially when his fingertips gingerly touched his nipples that stood out from the outfit slightly. "Ah, fuck..." yet, despite how much pleasure he felt from feeling his chest, he didn't feel erect between his legs. He knew the lack of erection, yet immense pleasure, was something worth worrying about. 

With his gloved hand, he reached down between his legs to feel his cock. He could still feel his shaft; it just felt much smaller. He spread his legs, and looked down. He couldn't see how big he was between his legs thanks to how big his snout now was. "Hm...What is...uhn!" Brandon couldn't control what happened next. He felt his cock let out a burst of cum before it pulled back.
His cock didn't vanish, but it felt as if it had just become significantly smaller, and it came more than just his seed. He reached farther back behind the shaft, and he couldn't feel his testicles anymore. "Just how much of a woman am I?" he asked himself. 

"A very beautiful woman" a man's voice replied on the other side of the door. "But you're still not quite ready yet, are you? Why don't you finish up there?"

With another grunt, he reached down and felt his expanded motherly hips. He could only wonder how much he had truly transformed. He stroked his cock lightly, and with another gasp, he felt himself cum again. He couldn't believe he came twice in such a short time. "No man should be able to orgasm like this. Even a man of my age..." he paused. He was about to comment on how old he was, but he didn't think he was that old. "I'm not...I'm not that old, am I?" he asked himself with uncertainty.
After that last orgasm, he could feel his cock slide into him completely, and his testicles were nonexistent. He could no longer rightfully call himself male. 

Brandon let out a moan that sounded as if it belonged better to an older woman than a young man's did. He, or rather, she, felt a feminine slit between her legs through her dainty gloves and hands. Her once human cock became the tip of the new feminine slit.
"Oh...fuck yes." She felt her top and bottom stretch with growing tits and growing hips, but she fully accepted it now. She was a bit afraid about being possessed, but she still had her own will. She still felt different in ways she couldn't explain though, and it wasn't just through her body. She felt more high class than ever before. Casually, Brandon pulled out a cigarette and smoked it. She lit it with her lighter, breathed in the earthly scent, and breathed the smoke out through her nose.

"I do look so glamorous." She told herself with a grin. It was difficult to show emotion with her long snout and sharp teeth, but the very tip of her mouth could still smile, frown, and make various other emotions. "But this outfit is still missing something." She looked over herself from top, to bottom. The top of her outfit stretched so much it revealed the top of her new tits.

"Ah yes, I'm missing a waist piece." Brandon ran her delicate fingers over her waist. She could tell something still felt so off, but she tried not to let that get to her. Things felt off ever since she got in this mansion, but nothing ever seemed threatening. She was still herself mentally; she just had better things to worry about than minor physical changes inside the mansion. She walked over to a chest at the foot of the bed, opened it up, and pulled out a leather belt with a gold buckle. "Yes, this is perfect." Brandon pulled out a hand mirror from the vanity desk, and looked at herself. "Hm..." in her own reflection, she swore she saw her old body yell at herself about how wrong this was, yet despite that, she felt so right. "Hm..." she ran her gloved hand through her frail white hair. "I'm still me, I'm still Brandon." She said to herself. "Yet, why don't I feel so worried now? It feels like...as if someone hit a light switch."

"Well, it would be wrong to have my wife worry about her body." a voice called out from the other side of the door to the room.

Brandon raised her head to the door. The voice sounded as real as before, but she scowled. "I don't have a husband. The person who used to have this body might have had a husband, but I don't."

"I see you're hesitant, but if you just think about it, if you remember your servants, and how this mansion originally was, I think you'll remember a husband." The old man's voice replied.

Brandon had memories of visiting the past in this mansion. Even now, as she looked around, the mansion looked newer than she remembered it. "Hm..." she tapped her finger on her chin. "The servants and all of that food they prepared..." She remembered the taste of the food all too well. The mansion was old, even by their standards, but it was perfect.

"Yes, you were there. The lit candles, the beautiful food, but there's more to the mansion than food. Books, music, they are even working on commercial jets if you could believe that."

"Commercial jets? Everyone flying from place to place by air, for fast and cheap? Hah, what will they think of next." Brandon waved her hand dismissively. She didn't even think to remember the things she had brought with her to the mansion originally. She swore she had a phone with her somewhere, but a wireless phone sounded like something out of a science fiction novel.

"Oh I couldn't tell you my dear. Why don't you leave that dusty old bedroom? Come, join me in the study and we can relax together with a glass of wine."

Brandon thought about how red wine could calm her nerves, but she was still hesitant. There still felt so much wrong with her thoughts, the mansion, and the voice she heard on the other end. 
Brandon wasn't sure why, but she felt her heart pound heavily with fear. She didn't know what she had to be afraid about though. "I'm not feeling too well at the moment, perhaps it would be best not to." She replied.

"You know I can have the servants prepare something while you relax with music in the study, Valeria." The voice replied.

'Valeria?' Brandon thought to himself. He knew the voice spoke to him. There was nobody else for the voice to talk to in the bedroom. He knew his name wasn't Valeria though, but then again, the name 'Brandon' barely fit his new form at all. He looked at his slightly wrinkled face. His hand stroked a small beauty mark on his cheek he hadn't noticed before. "Valeria...?" he found himself asking aloud.

"Why are you talking to yourself?" the voice chuckled. "You are Valeria, don't you remember? Or is your old age catching up to you?"

"Pah, I may be old, but my mind is as sharp as a tack." Brandon waved her hand dismissively. She thought about Valeria again. The name sounded right the more she thought about it, but she knew her old name was Brandon. As she looked in the vanity mirror, and then down at herself and her old feminine body, she thought identifying herself as 'Brandon' would be a bit difficult. She still very much knew her human name, but Valeria sounded better and better of a name. "I just did not expect such...I'm not sure." She tried to act as normal as possible, despite her confusion.

"Just think for a moment. What name sounds right to you?" the voice replied. "If you get confused, just stop, relax, and remember who you are."

'Remember who I am?' Brandon thought to herself. She knew who she was. She was Brandon. The thing about who she knew who she was wasn't the problem; it was what she became. The name Brandon didn't feel right with her. "Who I am...I'm still Brandon, but I'm also Valeria." She said after a long pause.

"So long as I can call you my wife, you may call yourself whatever you so desire."

Brandon, or Valeria, rolled her eyes with a smirk. She could feel her skin sag in her cheeks with her smile. "Of course, dear."
With a deep breath, she opened up the door, and looked out to find the halls of the mansion cleaned and refurbished, as if they weren't old at all, and very well maintained.

Valeria didn't think about how new the mansion looked. She turned back to the bedroom and noticed that it went from dusty and dilapidated to much newer looking with pristine white walls, a clean bed that had not a single wrinkle, and a portrait of her with a taller black sergal. Valeria immediately recognized this sergal as her husband, but she couldn't remember his name.

Valeria blinked rapidly, and turned away from the photo. She had other worries. With her dainty hands, she brushed her fingertips along the walls, and walked in her high heels to the study. She instinctively knew what door to open, and smiled once she arrived in the study.

The study had two floors of books, but only one floor with large red fancy chairs, wooden flooring, a large wooden spinning globe, and a very tall ladder. Books to the left, right, and the wall where the doors sat, filled to the brim with a variety of different books, a lot of which Brandon knew were purely there to fill up their bookshelves.

Valeria noticed there were two seats, as well as a male sergal in one of those seats. There was no doubt about it; this sergal was real.

"So you have finally arrived." The old sergal chuckled at Brandon. Just as Valeria's new body looked old, so did the other sergal. The sergal had thick glasses like Valeria, and slightly saggy and wrinkled 'skin' too. "Come, have a seat, drink some wine, and relax. You must have had quite a day."

Valeria stared at the sergal. She couldn't look at him with confusion. She knew who he was. She still had so many questions about the mansion, yet at the same time, she felt as if she knew all she needed to know about it already. She could only think of one proper reply to the sergal that she identified as her husband. "Of course." She said with a small nod. Her tail lashed up, and closed the door behind her so both her, and her husband, could spend alone time together. She just arrived in this mansion, she just inherited it, but she felt as if she had a lifetime of experiencing everything that was in it already. She also knew that her husband was going to make her extremely happy living here, and she looked forward to starting her new life.