Her humanity was in tatters...so little of the person she used to be still remained. It didn't even feel wrong anymore, to be covered in wiry fur, to be so uniformly round, to feel her tail dragging across the ground. What DID feel wrong was her teats chafing against her deteriorating shirt...she'd have to get that off, but at the moment she was lost in the final throes of the transformation.
It had been a curse, she was pretty sure...she remembered a man pointing at her and making noises with his mouth...noises that no longer meant much to her. She searched the remnants of her mind for anything to cling to...her name...what was her name? Her synapses buzzed with difficulty. Ah...relief washed over her, she hadn't lost it yet. She knew.
Her name was Rat.