In Journey to the West, I Get By on My Looks

This is the author's debut work, so please forgive me if the writing isn't very good. Transmigrating can be both lucky and unlucky. Everyone knows what transmigration is like: anyone who makes it to another world usually does pretty well. But I seem to have transmigrated into the wrong thing. I was reborn as a little white fox who had only just awakened his intelligence. Before I could even finish my wedding night, my wife tossed me into the Three Realms. Then some Buddhist big shot set his sights on me. What should I do? Is he going to kill me and make a fox-fur hat, or drag me back to use as a mount? With my tiny body, wouldn't I get squashed flat under someone's butt?

So I started out by joining Guanyin Bodhisattva of the Southern Sea's ranks as a double agent.

Don't I deserve to save face? Don't hit me; we can talk this out. Getting to enjoy Guanyin's company every day is wonderful, but what I don't understand is why she never lets me take human form, especially in front of the Dragon Girl. Maybe she's afraid I'll run off with the Dragon Girl. It's gotten so bad that I can't even transform.