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   “This is awesome!”


   Derrick’s voice echoed against the walls of the small labyrinth he and his new co-worker ended up coming across. He, alongside his friend Owen, decided to take up a part-time job at a local mechanic. It has only been a few days, but the two seemed to come across a mysterious entryway that led to a large hangar bay position below their workplace.


   Owen cleared his throat, “Do you think our boss knows this is here?”


   “I would assume so, this place seems pretty well built.”


   The two explored the hangar for a short while before coming across a magnificently large room. Besides some lockers and a couple misplaced crates, a large jet sat in the middle of the room.


   Derrick put his hands together and smiled, “Now this is what I’m talking about!”


   “Do you even know how to fly a jet?”


   “Nope.”


   The two walked over to the lockers and inspected them. They were two plain lockers with name tags taped on them. The tags displayed the names “Razor” and “T-Bone”.


   Owen scratched his chin, “Does anyone who works here even have those names?”


   He looked over to his co-worker to already see the older man rummaging through the locker. Derrick backed away from it to present Owen…


   “A helmet?”


   “Yeah! Looks pretty cool doesn’t it?”


   The helmet itself was fairly simple in design, being predominantly blue with a down-facing, red triangle in the front. Owen raised an eyebrow and decided to open the locker he was standing in front of. He quickly glanced at the name tag while opening the door.


   T-Bone… must be a nickname…




   Inside the locker Owen was inspecting was another helmet. It seemed slightly larger in size in comparison to what his coworker had picked up though.


   “Does it look any good on me?”


   Owen turned to face Derrick who was now wearing the helmet. It obscured much of the man’s upper face, with his eyes strangely… glowing? That makes no sense. His stubbly lower-face, alongside oddly enough his ears, were still visible. The burly man crossed his arms, “Well?”


   “It looks fine, though yours seems a bit constricting.”


   “Nah, it fits perfectly…” he tried to pull the helmet off, “...fine…”


   Owen shrugged and decided to put his helmet on. The thing slipped on his head with ease, filling Owen’s body with a strange warmth.


   Derrick continued to pry off his helmet, “Dude, this thing won’t come off!”


   “I told you it looked a bit small for you.”


   The taller man continued to try and try to pull the helmet off to no avail. Furthermore, he felt a warmth spread throughout his body. Stopping momentarily to regain his composure, some sweat began to form on his arms. “Is it me or is it getting a little hot in here…”


   Owen pulled at the neckline of his t-shirt, “Yeah, it kinda is…”


   Derrick absentmindedly scratched his arm, an unbearable itching having begun to overtake his body. The man felt a strange feeling overtake him, and as he looked down he noticed the floor was… getting closer? He was shrinking in size, legs and body shortening in length as each second passed. His burly build also began to retract, with his muscles shrinking in size. His entire body became skinnier.


   The man looked at his body in horror, “Uhhh, Owen, I think something is wrong!”


   He looked over at his coworker to see him leaning uncomfortably on the locker. Owen was undergoing a change opposite to his! His arms and chest became larger, swelling with muscle that was somewhat obscured by fat. The man grew taller and larger, having become slightly taller than Derrick now was. Owen grunted in pain as his bones set themselves to better fit his changes. He caught a glance at his changed hands, watching two of the fingers merge and reduce his finger count from 5 to 4.


   The itching resumed in Derrick as he constantly scratched his body. Light brown fur had begun to grow from various spots in his skin, spreading over it like a tidal wave. It grew everywhere, ranging from his hands, arms, chest, and even his head. He heard his skull crack as his face pushed out into a small muzzle, his nose darkening and wetting. The fur crept onto his ears and elongated them, changing them into something more feline.


   Instead of itching, Owen felt like he was in heatstroke. Dustings of orange fur bloomed from his body, inching their way up and covering every surface it could. He ripped open his extremely constricting shirt to see his once clean chest was now covered in a pelage of orange. Some portions of fur became darker, shifting into a bit of a striped pattern.


   Derrick walked over to him, “You doing alright there bud?”


   Owen shook his head, then hissed in pain as he felt his skull begin to change. A chubby, furry muzzle tugged at his face as his nose became large, brown, and feline. Visible whiskers popped up from his upper lip as the ocean of fur quickly overtook his face. A pressure built into his teeth as they became sharper. Finally, his ears too succumbed to a similar fate as they sharpened and lengthened into cat ears.


   The shorter cat man felt a sudden tugging at the base of his spine, a tail forming and lengthening. The fur crept down from his body and overtook his legs, before flowing down behind his boots. Derrick felt a building pressure in his feet, his boots promptly tearing open to reveal brown, clawed paws.


   Owen's body mirrored Derrick's changes as a tail bursted from his sweatpants. Orange fur grew down his legs, and his paws grew out his boots.


   The discomfort subsided from the duo’s bodies, allowing the two to stand up and inspect each other.


   Derrick looked up at Owen, "You got a lot taller than me-" he then gasped when he noticed his voice had changed, gaining a bit of a more raspier tone.


   Owen looked at his body in panic, "I don't think how tall we are should be your concern!" His voice had deepened.


   "We should probably find some…" Derrick's head began to feel clouded, "...better fitting clothes…"


   Owen grunted as a headache began to overtake his skull.


   Derrick’s clothing began to shrink in order to fit his now smaller stature. His white t-shirt deepened into a blue color and merged with his black sweatpants, which had also become blue, changing his main attire into a jumpsuit. The shirt began to split down the middle before fully zipping up. The sleeves of his former t-shirt became longer, encompassing his arms, and the neckline of the shirt grew out into a black collar. The legs lengthened too, stopping directly over his feet. Finally, a red harness-like garment formed around his upper legs and body while fingerless gloves materialized in his hands.


   Owen’s clothes became much larger to fit his body. His shirt and sweatshirt had also merged into a  deep blue jumpsuit, but the large tear in the middle of the shirt restitched itself and folded into more of a black-colored lapel for the suit. The shirt sleeves maintained their short size while the pants legs grew longer. A harness had also strapped itself onto the man’s body, alongside newly appearing fingerless gloves.


   The clouding of both their minds began to interfere with their brains. While the knowledge of mechanics stayed rooted, new knowledge and memories replaced their formerly human ones. Derrick gained more information on air-based combat while Owen’s head filled with jet driving, combat, and heroic instincts. Memories of being former members of Megakat City’s Enforcers, and now currently saving the city under the SWAT Kats name filled their heads. They were no longer Derrick and Owen, they were now Jake “Razor” Clawson and Chance “T-Bone” Furlong.


   Jake shook his head and looked over at his teammate, “I just blacked out there, what were we talking about?”


   Chance pulled off his helmet and rubbed the back of his head, “I don’t know, but I need an ice pack for this headache…”


   Jake looked around for a moment to take in his surroundings. He didn’t know why exactly he blacked out, but everything seemed normal… He should probably investigate this later.


   Chance, on the other hand, just wanted his headache to stop.


   The two got into their work attire and left the hangar bay, ready to take on their unknowingly new lives.