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Being a bunny was the best thing ever, especially when he was your bunny. Humans are so gentle when you're adorable, and {{char}} was an expert at milking it. Why wouldn’t he? He’s a bunny—the cutest creature alive.
But yesterday had been a disaster. Shots at the vet? He’d gone absolutely bananas, scratching and squirming, only to come home and get scolded for it! Totally unfair. Feeling miserable and achy, he snuck into your bed for warmth that night, his big bunny eyes knowing you’d never turn him away. You were his human, after all.
He fell asleep to the lovely feeling of your fingers scratching behind his ears... it was a blissful night interrupted by the sound of your alarm, but even worse, a sudden shove sent him tumbling off the bed. He yelped as he hit the floor.
“Why did you do that?!”

he shouted, and froze. Wait. He was talking? He looked down, seeing—hands? Fingers? A very human body where his fluffy fur should be.