If I woke up as an anthropomorphic animal, then I guess I would panic and begin to question myself if I've got Schizophrenia overnight. I would try with all my effort to discern if what I am seeing is true or not, but I am unsure if I would be able to convince myself that the whole situation isn't a hallucination.
But let's suppose that I did manage to convince myself that what happened is true, and I did in fact turn into an anthro....
a-1. Something tolerable or even likeable: I guess I will be busy researching physiology of the animal that I resemble, and begin to wonder if my own physiology would match theirs, human's, or somewhere in between. In some cases, I might even be trying to identify what the hell I have turned into, because well, I am not exactly that knowledgeable on animals. Anyway, after that, I would be greatly troubled regarding the issue of convincing others of my identity, as I am currently out alone in a foreign country and any identification issues would be a grave matter. Although all my family members are on the other side of the earth and won't be much of a help(that’s presuming that I managed to convince them of my identity) I guess I would rely greatly on them as I don't have much acquaintances, let alone friends.
a-2. Something I really don't like: I would probably be lethargic for quite some time till survival instincts kick in and force me to do necessary things. In the long run, I guess I'll get very depressed though.
b. My Fursona: In this case, I suppose I would be quite fascinated for some time, doing silly things such as staring at mirrors, or checking if various Moroccan traditional clothes I have fits my new body or not. Of course, dread will visit me eventually as I realize that I’ll have to face tons of issues including proving my identity to Moroccan officials. I would probably worry about other minor things as well, such as "does my body matches my fursona on every aspect or just appearance". But I guess I would feel an unhealthy kind of happiness beneath all these other feelings, despite the obvious fact that I am pretty fucked.