Be a gentleman and give Rasa a ride.

While you're curious to see how effective this lovely shape-shifter is as a means of transportation, you've seen just how unpredictable Rasa's changes are, and you don't want to be caught flying with her when her wings suddenly decide to become extra arms, or when she turns into a fish in the middle of lunch-hour traffic. Besides, driving is no trouble for you, and considering that you've just picked up a beautiful woman, you decide that Rasa deserves to be treated as such. "That's all right," you reply. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't mind driving. If you want to try out those new shapes, though, I've got a pretty big back yard, so feel free to enjoy yourself when we get home."

Rasa smiles gratefully as you open her door and help her in. Already, she's beginning to change her form again, with iridescent blue scales flowing down her back and a pair of long, feathery antennae sprouting from her forehead. Once you're inside, you pull out of the Animorph Pet Shop parking lot, headed for home. A warm, three-clawed hand slips through the crook of your arm, and you turn to see Rasa, her face covered by interlocking light-pink plates like an insect-girl's, gazing lovingly at you through eight beautiful blue eyes. "I really do appreciate your taking me home like this," she says quietly. "I always thought that nobody ever would. I mean, I can do 'warm, soft and fuzzy' for a while, but then when I'm not paying constant attention, I tend to go 'cold, hard and scaley' in about five seconds."

"Actually, I think that's kind of cool," you reply. "It lets you try new things. I mean, if you were a dog-girl all the time, sure, you'd always keep the floppy ears and fur, but you'd never be able to grow wings, and there's no way most of those girls back at the shop would be able to pass for human, even for five seconds."

Rasa smiles at that thought, her face changing back to a more human-looking one. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She leans on your shoulder, sighing contentedly. "You know, Master, you're a pretty nice guy."

"Thanks," you reply. "And you are a very sweet, talented woman."

She blushes - well, it starts out as a blush, then turns green and spreads over her face, giving her skin a wet, amphibious quality.

You reach the house without incident, Rasa's body changing like a one-woman menagerie every five minutes or so. By the time you offer your hand to help her out of the car, her body is covered in brownish-tan scales with a white diamond pattern on her back, dragonfly wings and a vulpine muzzle. She leans out and gives you an affectioate lick on the cheek, which you reciprocate with a deep, pasionate kiss. Rasa murrs, nuzzling your cheek as you guide her to the front door.

You let her explore the place. She seems especially keen on your big plasma-screen TV. "You know, back at the shop, they let us watch movies on Friday nights," she explains. As she ogles your DVD collection, you stand back and start to wonder,