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wolfguy23: So, when are you coming to the bonfire?
lazerdonkey: I can’t make it
wolfguy23: Why not?
lazerdonkey: Jacob won’t let me
wolfguy23: That’s a dick move
lazerdonkey: Ikr
lazerdonkey: So why wolfguy23? Are you 23?
wolfguy23: I like wolves and I’m a guy
lazerdonkey: Was wolfguy and everything up to 23 taken???
wolfguy23: Yeah
lazerdonkey: Damn
wolfguy23: Why lazerdonkey?
lazerdonkey: Inside joke
I put my phone down as Jacob walked in. He grabbed my phone out of my hand.
“Who were you talking to?”
“That guy from the store.”
“Oh, really? Let me see.” He unlocked my phone. “Bonfire?”
“He invited us to a bonfire, just wants to know when we can make it.”
“We’re not going.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you around anyone here. You’re staying here.”
“But, Jacob, I really wanted to go.”
“Why?”
“I want to make friends here.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Fine.” I got up, snatching my phone from his hand, and pulled my shoes and socks on.
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere else.”
“No.”
“I’ll see you later.” I left the front door, then bolted into the trees along the side of the road. I could hear Jacob slam the door shut behind him as he stormed onto the porch. I hid behind a tree.
“Come back, babe, I didn’t mean it!”
I stayed where I was.
I could hear him get in his truck and start the engine. He pulled away, driving slowly.
I started moving, staying back from the road but following it. He would give up soon.
My phone buzzed and I grabbed it.
wolfguy23: You ok?
lazerdonkey: No. Had another fight. Can I come over?
wolfguy23: Sure. Let me get dressed. Are you walking?
lazerdonkey: Yes.
wolfguy23: Here.
He linked his address. I clicked it and groaned. He was on the exact other end of town. Of course he was.
lazerdonkey: Can you pick me up from the tea shop?
wolfguy23: Sure. Be there in 20.
I started walking again, dodging trees and following the road. I saw Jacob driving back, and sighed in relief as I heard his truck’s door slam when he got to the house.
I got to the tea shop as I saw a truck pull into a parking space. A tired man with salt and pepper hair was behind the wheel. Next to him was Alex.
I waved and he scooted over to let me sit next to the door.
“Hey. Sorry about the short notice.” I apologized as I hopped up into the truck.
“No problem. Are you just staying the night?” Alex asked.
“Yeah. He should be calmed down by then.”
“Does this happen often?” The man asked.
“Lately, yeah. I just… Couldn’t put up with it anymore.”
“Let’s get you somewhere safe.”
My phone buzzed. It was Jacob calling me. I muted it.
The rest of the ride was quiet, luckily.
“We’re here,” Alex said, nudging me.
“You can stay with Alex, I trust you both to be responsible.” The man said, looking at both of us.
“Of course, sir.” I said.
“Obviously.” Alex said at the same time.
The man smiled. “I need to get back to bed. Good luck with your boyfriend, Cassie.”
“Thank you.”
Alex led me to his room on the second floor. “We don’t really have a guest room, I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s alright.” I sat on the edge of his bed and yawned.
“Want to watch something, or want to go to bed?”
“We can watch something. I don’t mind.”
“Here, let me pull it up.” He leaned close to me, moving his mouse next to his laptop to wake it up. He signed in quickly and switched from our messages to a media tab.
When it was time to sleep, he moved to the floor so I could have his bed.
The next morning, I had over a dozen missed calls from Jacob, three from his dad, and a few from unknown numbers. I finally called him, fully expecting to be yelled at, but he didn’t answer.
Of course not.
I looked at Alex, still asleep on the floor.
My phone buzzed. It was Jacob, calling me back. I tiptoed over Alex and out to the hallway before answering.
“Finally! Where have you been?”
“Out.”
“You’re at your friend’s house, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Come home. Now.” With that, he hung up on me.
Alex opened the door and looked at me. “Everything ok?”
“I thought you were asleep.”
“Until you almost stepped on me.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Let me get you breakfast.”
“Thank you.” I followed him to the kitchen, walking by a group of young men that were gaming and laughing.
“Waffles sound good?”
“Sure.”
He started making them for me, casting glances at me every now and then. It felt like he was making sure I was still there. “Here you go.”
I thanked him and ate quickly.
“When do you want to go back?”
Just then, my phone buzzed. He was calling again. I muted it. He knew I was alive. I got a text from him a bit later.
We’re through. Come get your shit.
I showed Alex. He sighed. “I’ll get Caleb. Finish eating, give me your address. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“I should. I need to know just how bad it is… Also, who the fuck is Caleb?”
“My brother.”
“Oh, ok.”
“So, when do you want to go?”
“Now, before he starts destroying my shit.”
“Cool. Caleb, come here!”
He looked over his shoulder at us. “What?”
“Let’s go, something important is happening.”
He sighed and got up, coming over to us. “What’s going on?”
“Cassie needs us to go with her and get her stuff.”
“Did something happen?”
“You already know the answer to that.”
“Alright, alright. Let’s go, I guess.”
I looked down at myself, still in my clothes from last night. “I guess I’m ready.”
My stuff, everything from my clothing to my shampoo, was thrown out onto the yard, scattered across it like confetti.
We all got out of Caleb’s car and started gathering it up, shoving it in the trunk and back seat.
Jacob stormed out after a few minutes. “Cassie. Get over here.”
I ignored him, picking up my jewelry.
Caleb answered for me. “Let us get her stuff and we’ll be gone.”
“You moved on pretty quickly, didn’t you?”
“Ignore him. He just wants to get under your skin.”
After all my stuff was packed up into the car, I got in, squeezing myself in with my stuff. A box fell onto my lap and I held it.
“Let’s try to find places for all of this. Let me get some reinforcements.” Caleb went into the house, and a few moments later, he and his friends came out. “Bring everything into the living room. We’ll sort it out from there.”
“Thank you.” I answered.
“Are you ok?” Alex asked me, tapping my shoulder.
“No, but I will be soon. I’m not as torn up about it as I thought I would be.”
“There’s that. Want some tea when we get in?”
“Sure.”
I tried to help bring things in, but Caleb and his friends told me to go inside and relax for a bit. I nodded and went into the kitchen to sit.
Alex joined me. “I’ll get that tea brewing.” He moved to start getting some tea ready. Whatever it was, it smelled sweet and delicious.
A few minutes later, a cup of it was in my hands. I took a sip, burning my tongue, but it was worth it. The tea was just what I needed. I could feel it calming me as I took another sip.
“You didn’t spike it, did you?”
“No, it’s too early for that. Why?”
“Just checking.”
A few minutes after I finished my tea, Caleb came into the kitchen. “We’ve got everything inside. Want help going through it?”
“No, thank you. How long can I keep it there?”
“As long as you need.”
“Alright. Thank you again.”
“No problem.”
A while later, Alex took me out to the back porch, which overlooked a decent sized pile of branches.
“Is that the bonfire?”
“Yes, it is.”
“When did you want to light it?”
“How does friday sound? Since you’re going to be here for it.”
I yawned and stretched, not quite getting out of bed yet. I was just too comfortable. I didn’t have anywhere to go. So, why get up?
About an hour later, there was a knock on my door. I grumbled but got up to answer it, prepared to be annoyed, but it was my dad, a fairly short man with salt and pepper hair and blue eyes.
“I need to go to the store at some point today, would you like to come with? It might do you some good to get out of the house.”
“I guess. What time do we need to go by?”
“Some point before they close, so how does around six sound?”
“Sure. Let me get ready.”
“Alright. I’ll be in the living room when it’s time.”
He closed my door and I turned away, grabbing a change of clothes, a towel, and my phone. It was just after four, so, I had plenty of time. I went into the bathroom to shower and got ready, enjoying the hot water against my back.
“Don’t forget, need to get more shampoo…” I muttered to myself as I set the bottle back down.
An hour and a half later, I wandered down from my room to the living room. My dad, one of his friends, my brother, and my brother’s friends were all hanging around in front of the TV, half of them playing games, half of them watching the rest. I waved, heading for the door.
My dad got up, stretched, and walked out after me.
“I need to water my plants when we get back,” I said, touching one of the drooping leaves of my pepper plant.
“Looks that way.” He hopped up into his truck and looked at me.
I got in the other side.
“Want me to teach you to drive one of these days?”
“No, and please stop asking. I’m scared to drive.”
“Alright.”
“Anyways…”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking.”
A few minutes later we were getting out of his truck and onto the parking lot. I sighed. I hated that pavement was everywhere, but especially when it was under my feet.
I followed my dad as he went through the aisles, getting what he needed, until I saw someone new. I froze. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. A few inches taller than me, with ginger hair and brown eyes.
Mate.
I blinked, then looked around. She was with another stranger. A tall guy, who was holding her hand. He had blond hair and blue eyes. I had to stop myself from growling, but felt this inexplicable pull towards her. I needed to talk to her. As badly as I needed to breathe, I needed to talk to her.
I approached, feeling awkward, but smiled. “Hey, are you new around here?”
She nodded, and the guy she was with looked at me. He spoke first. “Yes, we just moved in yesterday. Why?”
“Just wondering. I like to greet anyone new.”
“Cool,” he said, but she made eye contact with me. I saw her eyes widen slightly. Hm.
“There’s one place I always recommend new people try, it’s a little tea shop right off Main Street. The best tea in the state, in my opinion.”
She scribbled something down on her phone, but he looked at her. “I don’t think we’ll be trying it.”
She looked sadly at him. “Please?”
“Fine. You know I can’t resist the puppy eyes.”
I smiled. “The owner is the sweetest, you’ll love her.”
She waved as he started walking away.
Rude.
I waved back and turned away, heading towards the tools, where my dad was standing there, waiting for me.
“What was that about?” He asked.
“I uh. I found my mate.” I almost whispered it, looking down.
“You did?” He actually did a double take.
“Don’t sound so shocked.”
“Did you talk to him?”
“Actually, it’s the woman.”
“Oh?” He seemed even more surprised about that than he was at me finding someone to begin with.
“Yeah. But she’s with him.”
“Are they both human?”
I nodded.
“Did you get her number?”
“No. But I did tell them about Auntie’s tea shop.”
“Hopefully they go.”
“Yeah. He agreed to it when she did puppy eyes, so.”
“Good.”
At least he’s over his surprise. “Let’s go check out.”
Shampoo.
“Wait. I need more shampoo.”
When we got home, I helped him bring things in before going back up to my room. I thought about asking dad to take me to the tea shop, then decided I should tomorrow. Now to game.
I launched slime rancher, and spent the next few hours attempting and failing the rush mode.
I left the room, completely ready, holding my laptop bag. My brother was playing a game on the couch.
“Hey, Caleb, can you take me to the tea shop?”
“Sure, I guess. Give me a few.”
I sat and watched him play for a while, then got bored and got on my phone. As soon as I did, though, he closed out of his game.
“Alright, let’s go.” He got up, grabbing his keys as he spoke.
I jumped up and headed towards the door, putting my phone in my pocket.
He waited until we were in his car to speak. “So, dad told me.”
I covered my face in embarrassment. “Oh god.”
“So, is she cute?”
I nodded.
“If you run into her at the tea shop, give her your number and make sure that you also get hers.”
“I plan to.” I uncovered my face.
“Also tell her that I’m hosting a bonfire next Friday.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Not just for you, it needs burned, but it might work.”
“Thank you.”
“Now get out, you’re stinking up my car.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and got out of the car, grabbing my laptop bag at the last second.
I sat in my favorite spot, a nice cozy corner by the jars of tea where I could see the door. I set my laptop up and was typing away when my mate walked in, as beautiful as she was when I last saw her. I waved, and she saw me, heading over.
Her boyfriend wasn’t with her, his scent was stale.
Good.
“Hey! Sit if you want, I was just writing. Also, since I didn’t get to introduce myself last time… Hi, I’m Alex.”
“Hey, Alex. I’m Cassie. What are you writing about?”
“Oh! Well, there’s this vampire, who falls in love with a mortal girl. She’s conflicted, because morals say no mortals, and you can’t just turn someone, that’s also forbidden.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“Are you alright?”
“Me? Well, uh. Mostly.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I had a fight with Jacob earlier. Guess I’m still upset about it.”
“Want some tea about it?” I started to get up.
“No, I forgot my wallet at home. I walked here, and was in a bit of a hurry…”
“I’ll get it for you, you look like you need it.”
She hesitated a moment. “Oh, thank you. You don’t have to though.”
“I want to.” I let the words hang in the air, trying not to focus on the implications.
She blushed a bit, turning a light pink. “If you want to, I guess I won’t stop you. I like chai tea the best, it’s nice.”
“Sounds good.” I got up and ordered her the drink she asked for, then walked back over while we waited for her drink.
“So… My brother is throwing a bonfire next friday, want to go? I can give you the address.”
“Huh? Oh, that sounds like fun. I couldn’t, though.”
“Why not?”
“That’s our anniversary.”
“Ah. Well, if you really want to go, I could give you my number? It’s not set in stone yet. The date, I mean. Not that it’s a date. You know what I mean.” I tried not to ramble, but sometimes…
Smooth.
“Oh, uh. Yeah. Here…” She gave me her number, and I gave her a quick text.
Hi, this is Alex
She smiled at me. “Thank you. I’ll let you know when I can make it, it sounds fun.”
I smiled back. Things were definitely looking up.
Auntie came by with the drink and set it in front of Cassie with a bit of a flourish.
Cassie looked up at her. “Thank you.”
“Of course, dears.”
I nodded to her, and she walked away, back behind the counter.
“So, Cassie, are you liking it here so far?”
“At times. Sometimes I don’t, but mostly, it’s the same.” She sounded a bit sad, and I blinked at her.
“That’s fair.”
She looked over her shoulder at the door, then back at me. “Sorry, just a bit jumpy.”
“It’s alright. Want to switch spots?”
“If you’re alright with it, yeah.”
I got up, grabbing my bag.
“Thank you.”
“If you want, Mary will close the shop.”
“No, no. I’ll be alright.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “So, how long have you lived here for?”
“My whole life. It’s pretty boring here, I promise.”
“Can I tell you something? You seem pretty trustworthy.”
“Sure?”
“Well… I didn’t want to move, but since seeing you, I’m glad we did. I feel… drawn to you? Like I’ve already known you since preschool, but we only just met yesterday.”
“I… I feel that too, honestly.”
“I changed my mind. Can you ask her to close the shop? I want to keep talking, but I’m worried he’ll come looking for me.”
“Of course I can. One moment.” I got up to head to the counter, but Auntie was already heading for the door.
“Dears, I’ll be headed out on my lunch. I’ll be back in an hour or so. I trust you’ll be right here when I get back?”
We both nodded.
She turned the sign on the door to closed and then left, locking up behind her.
“I hope she didn’t hear me…” Cassie looked at me. “Do you think she did?”
“No, her hearing kind of sucks. It’s three, she always goes for lunch at three.”
“Do you know her well?”
“Yeah, she’s my dad’s aunt.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“She brings me tea that doesn’t sell, it’s nice.”
“That’s definitely a bonus.”
“How are you feeling?”
“A bit better.”
“Good.”
When Auntie got back, Cassie left. I headed home, smiling to myself.
“Hello, is this… Ice?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked. It was the clinic I’d gone to a few months back.
“Speaking.”
“We need you to schedule an appointment with the Humanity Removal Therapy Clinic. Can we do that now?”
“Uh, yes. Of course.”
“Can I get your date of birth?”
“Yes.” I rattled it off.
“Alright, the first opening is May 30th at 2pm, unless a later time works well for you?”
“That works perfectly.”
“Alright. An email will be sent to your inbox to confirm your appointment. Please fill out all of the electronic documentation when it arrives.”
“Of course.”
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“Hello, I’m here for an appointment at 2?” I asked, walking up to the desk.
“Ice?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, have a seat. We’ll let him know you’re ready.”
I sat down, tapping my foot anxiously. I was the only one sitting in the lobby.
Roughly twenty minutes later, my name was called.
“Hello, Ice.”
“Hello. I hope it’s good news?”
“Yes, your medication is ready. However, I need to get your signature on some paperwork in order to administer it.”
My grin faded as quickly as it appeared. I hesitated. “Alright.”
“Here are the expected side effects, and some of the unexpected but possible ones that those undertaking similar treatments have mentioned.” He handed me a pamphlet that I skimmed as I spoke.
“Any other shifters?”
“About that. We’ll get you started on that first form, the white tigress, as well as some slime HRT so that you may shift your form without further harm.”
“Interesting. My wings?”
He laid the documents in front of me. I scanned them, and my heart sank more as I saw I was signing most of my rights to sue away. I thought carefully, but decided, in the end, to sign.
“Very good.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Those will be part of the slime as well.”
“Why?”
“You wanted to make them disappear at will.”
“Alright.”
“Unless you’d like to wait until I can splice some of the avian HRT as well. It would take longer, potentially years.”
“No, I’ll do it this way.”
“Good.”
“Your prescription will be ready to pick up at the pharmacy you confirmed in the online portal.
“Thank you.”
I left the office, a bounce in my step, my tail swaying behind me. I couldn’t wait until it was real.
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A few hours later, I was walking home from the pharmacy, reading the pamphlet I was given earlier more closely.
I read the instructions twice, drew what I would need to into the syringe, triple checked the dosage on the paper, and then injected the medication into my thigh. It wasn’t so bad- wait. There it is. OW.
I walked up to my appointment, somewhat nervously, clutching my sketchbook. My true self was contained within the pages, after all.
“Hello, I’m here for a 10:30am appointment.”
“Date of birth?”
I answered, a bit hesitantly.
“Do you have a guardian?”
“No.”
“Here’s all your paperwork, including what’s required given your status as a minor.”
“Thank you.”
I took it and sat down, leafing through it and skimming through most of it, signing where needed. I got to a section about preferred name, pronouns, and species. I filled everything out, then brought it back.
“Thank you. The doctor will be ready for you shortly.”
I sat back down, but had barely touched the seat before my name was called. I stood up and walked through the maze to the office.
“I brought references.” I sat down heavily, moving my tail out of the way, grateful that I had thought to put it on. I flipped through the sketchbook until I got to my forms, and showed him.
“Interesting.”
“Thank you?”
“Now. I see you put your preferred species as a… “Tigrenere”? Can you tell me more about that?”
“Yes, I can.”
“Please do.”
“Well…” I explained, a bit nervously.
“I think we can make this happen.”
“Thank you.”
“I see other drawings here, are they relevant?”
“Yes, I’d like to be able to shift between all of these.”
The doctor let out a long, heavy sigh. “We can make that happen too.”
I grinned.
“You must live as each of these species, in their natural habitat, for at least a year.”
My grin faded. “That’s not happening.”
“Why not?”
“These don’t exist, not all of them.”
“Alright.”
“What’s the natural habitat of an angel, for example?”
“You may have a point. Very well, then.”
My grin returned. “Thank you, doc.”
“This will take a few weeks to a few months to configure.”
My grin faded, but not entirely. “I’ll be waiting. Is that everything?”
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I wandered through the park, stopping to sniff at some of the flowers. I wondered how animals smelled them- if they liked them, and if they stopped to smell them at all. My nose itched, and I sneezed, startling a flock of pigeons nearby. I gave chase, my prosthetic tail swaying behind me. It felt weird as it banged against my leg, but that didn’t spoil my fun.
A ways away, I saw someone- a white tiger? As she entered a shop. I had the urge to go to her, ask her how she came to be, but I knew it would be rude. I pulled my phone out of my skirt pocket and searched- I got the result for it. Animal HRT… humanity removal therapy. I stared at the entry for a few moments, then searched for a clinic. I called the number and made my appointment, practically vibrating.
Everything was coming together. My skin was clear, my crops were sprouting and watered, and I could become what I always wanted to be, what I always knew I was. What I am.
I sat at my computer at work, put my card in the slot, and winced as I typed in my passcode. My fingertips were tender, worse than when I cut my nails a little too short. My nails also seemed different. I’m not sure exactly how, or how I didn’t notice the tenderness when I was getting ready for work, but it was definitely there now.
My nails seemed both thicker and thinner than normal. A bit uncomfortable, but whatever. Not too bad overall. My coworkers didn’t seem to notice, at least not the ones that weren’t told yet. Not that I planned to tell anyone new until the changes were too far along…
The rest of my work was annoying, trying to type out anything sucked. I still did it, but it sucked. I found myself focusing on sending letters instead of handling closures, a bit less typing.
I decided to talk to my manager about my issues.
“Knock knock. It’s time for my daily dose of bugging you. How are you doing today?”
“I’m doing good. As well as I can, anyway. How are you, James?”
“I’m here. Having some trouble typing, my hands hurt pretty badly.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I was wondering if I could worklead more.”
“You want to do more workleading?”
“I know, I know. But at least then I won’t be typing and using my mouse.”
“Alright. Let’s see… You can help Laura today, then.”
“Sounds about like I expected.”
“ Good luck.”
I walked away and checked on Laura. She didn’t need anything yet, so I sat at my friend’s desk and carefully tapped their shoulder.
“Time for break.” My friend grabbed their coat and looked at me.
“Alright, give me just a sec.” I grabbed my jacket and put it on before we headed to meet my fiance and then go outside.
“Do you smell that?” I asked.
“Smell what?” My friend asked in response.
“Lots of dead fish.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Weird.” We sat on a bench while she smoked a cigarette. I ended up getting up to stand out of the path of the trailing smoke. “Goddamn, why does that smell so strong?”
“Is it your medication, maybe?” My friend asked.
“Probably… Why’d my sense of smell have to be the first thing?”
“Your hearing is too sensitive as is.”
“Yeah that’s true.”
“Hey, look at me for a second.”
I turned to look directly at my friend. “What?”
“Kadan, do you see that? Look at his eyes.”
“That’s creepy. Cool, but creepy.”
“What?”
“There’s a shine on your eyes. It’s faint but definitely there.”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. Neat.”
“Can you see any better in the dark?”
“It’s not dark enough here.”
“Yeah it is. Guess you can.”
“What?”
“Did you forget how dark the courtyard gets?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, I’m getting cold. Let’s go in.”
“Aww, but I’m comfy.”
“Come on, Kadan, it’s time to go.”
“Can I chase the ducks?” I asked as I shuffled along the path.
“Why?”
“Because I can.”
“Have fun, I guess?” My fiance answered.
I chased the ducks that were sat next to the water, making them hop into the pond. It was even more fun than usual. Not that they should have been here. It was barely february.
“So… I wanted to tell you before anything gets too far along, I started cat hrt. Yeah. I’m now slowly turning into a cat.”
“Cool. Do I need to start telling you to take it?”
“Maybe… I’m doing it before bed so you’ll already be asleep.”
“Yeah, and I can tell you to do it when you get here if you don’t do it.”
“I guess. It’s one pill, before bed each night. They’re not too big either.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah… ready to go inside? It’s getting cold out here.”
“After that wind? Yeah. Wait, what’s that sound?”
I looked up, squinting at the sky, trying to find the source of the… flapping? “Is that… I think that’s a dragon. Wait. Sabine? They must be going feral…”
“Feral?”
“It must have given up its humanity. I hope they’re ok.”
“I do too.”
“I’ll have to make that choice later. Eventually.”
My alarm went off, blaring in my ear. I turned it off and got up, heading for the bathroom.
Sure, getting up at noon wasn’t exactly early, but it was for me. Thank you being a night shift employee for giving me a reason to be up the hours that actually work best for me.
I brushed my teeth and got ready for my appointment, being sure to make sure my partner was awake to take me. She was sitting up by the time I was ready.
“Are you ready for your appointment?” She asked, checking she had her wallet.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Here’s your keys.” I handed them to her and left the room, scooping small kittens out of the way before they got a chance to run in before my partner closed the bedroom door again.
The car ride was quiet, save for music playing as he drove. Until we got to the appointment.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, gesturing towards the office of Dr. Erian as a woman with budding horns, fur, and a tail walked out.
“Yes, I am,” I responded, a bit shakily. “Is that… I think I know her.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“Yes, please…”
We got out, and she must have seen the nervous and startled look on my face. “Is this your first appointment?” She asked kindly, looking at the way I clutched my fiance’s hand to my chest.
“Yeah. I think I’ve seen you talking about your experiences… Josie?”
“Yeah, my name’s Josie. You look petrified. Don’t worry. The doctor can be difficult, but you’ll be fine. Take the leap. I think you’d be happy.”
“Thank you…” I looked up at her. “Thank you. I should get in there, don’t want to be late.”
“Of course not.” With that, she was heading away.
My fiance looked at me. “Do you know her?”
“Kind of, I’ve seen her talking about her transition. Now let’s go before I’m late.”
We walked up to the doors, and into the reception area. He went and sat down on a larger seat, likely one meant for a dragon or similar creature. He laid down as I spoke with the receptionist.
“Appointment for James… at 2pm.” I said.
“Alright, I have you right here. Fill this out and bring it back to me.”
I took it and went to go sit and fill it out. It was a basic questionnaire, asking about health problems, identity information, the works. I got to the information about species and paused before writing Domestic cat- Felis catus. Longhaired tortoiseshell variant.
I signed the waivers after skimming them, then took all the paperwork back to the receptionist.
“Can my fiance come with me?”
“Sure, but she’ll have to wait for a few minutes after you go back there.”
“Alright, I’ll let her know.”
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“James?”
“Coming!” I got up, put my phone in my pocket, and walked to the nurse.
They led me through the doors and sat me in a room to take my blood pressure, pulse, temperature, ask me the usual safety questions. After I was done, the nurse got my fiance and we walked to the office of Dr T. H. Erian.
“Which one of you is the patient?”
My fiance pointed at me. “He is, I’m just moral support.”
I nodded and we both sat down opposite the doctor.
“I see you’re interested in becoming a… domestic cat?”
“Yes.” I gripped my fiance’s hand tightly under the desk, he squeezed back.
“And you’re a trans man?”
“Yes.”
“How unusual. Why a tortoiseshell? Those are always female, and you marked down male as your legal sex.”
“That’s complicated, doc.”
“I’d expect you to pick a coat pattern that you’d see on a male cat is all.”
“My answer won’t change.”
“Very well then, I’ll see what I can do. Have you been living as your preferred species for the last 48 months?”
“Yes, I have, doc.”
“Can you confirm this?” He turned to my fiance.
“Yes, yes I can.” He held up his arm, showing a faint line of scratches that were still healing. “This is because I gave him a bath yesterday.”
“Is that so? Hmm. I’ll need to develop the formula for you, but that shouldn’t take too long. Your prescription should be ready in about two weeks.”
“Thank you, doc.”
“You’ll need to make changes to your diet while taking this medication. More meat, less everything else. Read this pamphlet before you leave.” He handed me and my fiance both pamphlets about feline HRT. “Some things may differ in order and strength of effect, but all of this information will be relevant.”
“Am I the first trans man to be taking this?”
“Yes, and I’ll need you to log any and all effects to see how thins differ for you.”
“So he’s an experiment?” My fiance asked, standing and looking like she was half a step from hopping the desk and decking the doctor.
I put my hand on her arm. “It’s new and experimental. Someone has to be the first.”
“Exactly. Now. Any questions?”
“Will you call me when it’s ready?”
“Of course.”
“Will I be coming here to pick my prescription up, or will it be sent to the pharmacy?”
“I’ll send it to the pharmacy.”
“Alright, thank you. Oh, last question. Will it be an oral medicine, or an injection?”
“Oral is the usual route. Do you want injections?”
“Depends on if it tastes bad.”
“I’ve heard it isn’t too bad.”
I stood up, and my fiance and I left the office. I was shaking, nervous but excited.
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I got the call that my prescription was ready, almost exactly two weeks later. I turned to my fiance, almost vibrating with excitement. “It’s ready!”
“Alright, get dressed, and let’s go.”
I scrambled to get ready, almost bouncing off the walls.
“Calm down, kitty. I know you’re excited.”
“But… but… but…”
“I know. Let’s go.”
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My prescription was a bottle of small pills, enough for a month with instructions to take before bed each night.
“I wonder what happens if you take it during the day?” I showed them to my fiance.
“Feli- Felisterone?” Is that what it says?”
“Yeah.”
“Wonder what they taste like.”
“You’re not taking them, dear.”
“I know. I wasn’t going to.”
“Go play your game, dear.”
“Love you too.”
I made a post online about picking up my prescription, and a few comments on the timelines I saw, including the white tiger and a few others like Josie, since I’d met her briefly, telling her thank you in particular for giving me the push I needed. I commented on the king cobra guy’s, saying I was another transmasc on HRT. Same for the black arms timeline that crossed my dash shortly after.
I also commented on the slimes, werewolves, dragons, and bat that I saw afterwards. The lamias were neat- I asked to join a server about HRT.
I went to take a quick shower before my fiance gave me my testosterone shot and I settled in to play Farmer’s Life until it was time for my new medication.
My fiance handed me the pill bottle, my drink, and my stuffed animals.
“Here goes everything, I guess.” I took my first dose.
“Good boy.” She patted my head. “Do you feel any different?”
“No, but it’s only been a minute.”
“Still.” She tucked me in and then turned back to her game. “Night, kitty.”
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I decided to check my social medias before bed, and came across something… unexpected. A recommended tag of humanity removal therapy timelines. I decided to check them out, largely because of a tiger woman I saw in the tag header.
I clicked onto her profile and was surprised by the pang of longing I felt… realization that it was an option, to become an animal. I mulled over that fact as I read some of the others, but kept coming back to the tiger woman I saw. Seeing her felt like some chord was struck in my chest. Felt almost right, and that I wanted to be like her, but not quite.
I went to bed, thinking about the stories, and dreamed of being a cat, running through a forest. My own cats, Sprinkles, Buffy, Dipstick, Biscuits, and Ash ran beside me. In the dream, we ran for miles and miles, across fields, forest, and roads alike...
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I woke up and got ready for work, and my mind drifted to what I’d read last night. I kept thinking about it all day, even as I was working. This distraction, this buzzing in my mind, persisted. That I should give it a try, to become what I want so badly but didn’t even realize what the swelling of feeling that had been growing in the back of my mind for years actually was. It felt similar to my realization that I was a man, but something else entirely.
After nearly a month of this back and forth and letting the feelings rest (or ignoring them), I decided on what to do. What I needed to do. After another week, I actually got the guts together to call and make an appointment with the same doctor as most of the others I’d seen.
I nearly put the phone down as it rang and I navigated the listed the menu options, but before I could chicken out entirely the receptionist answered.
“Hello, are you calling to schedule an appointment with Dr. Erian for humanity removal therapy?”
I tried not to sound too nervous, but my voice still cracked as I answered. “Yes, yes I am. I’d like to start as soon as I can.”
“We have an opening on December 16th for 2pm, would that work for you?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Birthdate of the patient?”
“06 06, 2002.”
“Name?”
“James. Last name is…”
“Thank you, you’re all set. See you this December.”
Old idea, said idea written multiple times. | Chapter 1 |
    She arrived out of breath, almost collapsing on the ground. Her leader stepped out, staring at her as she shifted into her human form and bowed.
    "What is it?" Her leader asked, looking her over.
    "Something strange... there was a wrecked ship and a party of men, they took shelter in a clearing. One of them is hurt badly, alive but not awake." She said, looking up from the ground.
    "Thank you for telling me. Anything else about them I should know?"
    "Strange accent, clothes, and appearances. Not like any shifter I've ever seen."
    "Thank you for that warning, but I am not worried.” He said dismissively. “Go on, I have business to attend to." Without waiting he walked into the forest.
    She shifted into her fox form and thought desperately about what to do. Making a decision, she trotted off again as the shadows gathered.
    When she reached a stream she paused for a drink, listening closely. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary.
    She ran on, running into the territory of the horses. The grass was over her head and she was forced to slow down. 'Will they listen to me? They don't even know me...'
    The moon rose as she bounded through the tall grasses and flowers, eventually reaching a ridge. Far in the distance she could see the glow of several fires. She made her way in that direction, moving as quickly as she could in the grass.
    Soon she was panting for breath, struggling to move faster, to reach the fires that didn't seem to move any closer.
    She collapsed shortly after, falling into a heap on the ground.
An old idea I’ve rewritten several times. Still needs work. | Chapter 2 |
    She stared at the wreckage of the ship, crushed to splinters on the rocks. The design was unfamiliar, full of sharp angles. Leading away from the ship were several pairs of footprints, heading into the brush.
    She followed them, her paws soundless on the ground. The prints joined a path and an unfamiliar voice with a strange accent was heard up ahead, barely audible compared to the small sounds of the animals around her.
    "Where do you think we are?"
    "I don't know. We need to find shelter, it looks like it's getting dark." A different voice answered.
    "Aye, sir." The first voice answered, almost a grunt.
    Her ears perked up and she stalked closer, listening closely. It sounded like these men were dragging something or someone across the ground.
    "There's a clearing up ahead, sir!" A new voice shouted, startling her. This voice was much younger, almost a boy's.
    "Good work, lead the way." The second voice responded.
    She bounded after them, stopping when she could see the men.
    There was a total of five, all but one marching along. A youth with hair nearly as red as hers led the way, followed closely by a tall man with dark hair. Behind him two men half carried another who appeared to be unconscious.
    She followed them until they reached the clearing, which was rather small and mostly covered by the overhanging trees.
    "This will do for now. Set him on this." The dark haired man shrugged off his cloak and laid it out on the ground.
    The two men who were dragging the other man set him down carefully, one of them putting a rolled up bit of clothing under his head before straightening up. From her position she could see blood streaking the unconscious man's hair and face. The scent was strong, strong enough she took several steps back after she took in the scene.
    She turned tail and ran, heading towards her leader's home.
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I’ve had this idea for a very long time. | Chapter 2 |
   She woke up in the middle of the night, hanging halfway off her bed. It was very dark, the only light filtering in through the window. She got up and laid back down, only to sit up less than a minute later.
   It was cold, her breath fogging in the air. She reached for the lamp and turned it on, letting out a tiny hiss as her eyes adjusted to the light. She looked around her room. Everything seemed a bit wrong, having been cleaned before she went to bed.Â
   The familiar piles of clothes were thrown into a basket, the chair that was usually in the center of the room neatly pushed under the desk where her laptop sat. Her nightstand was cluttered, still. Or rather already.
   She got up and pulled her chair out, sitting at the desk and opening the laptop. She quickly typed in her password, rubbing her eyes immediately after. A youtube tab was open, paused, showing the playlist she’d thrown together to clean her room.Â
   Hitting play, she sat back and looked around. It was nearly two in the morning, and she was wide awake. Her eyes landed on a bit of movement close to her door. She jumped, nearly falling out of her chair.
   Whatever had moved was gone, but her heart continued pounding in her ears. She drew her legs up, sitting on her feet, and paused the music. She could hear a faint scratching sound somewhere to her left.
   “It’s probably just a mouse…” At her words the scratching paused before becoming more frantic, as if whatever was there was absolutely terrified of her. She laughed a bit, putting a hand to her chest, where her heart was still beating rapidly.
   She got up and approached the sound of the scratching. A tiny shape darted out from under her bed and squeezed itself under her door. She opened her door quietly and peered into the hall. There was no sign of the mouse.
   “Huh…” She walked into the kitchen and turned on the light before reaching and getting a glass out of the cabinet. She slowly filled it with water, trying to keep quiet. She took the water into her room and nearly dropped it.
   Sitting in her chair was a transparent, glittering, almost blue-green cat. It had blotches of darker, lighter, and brighter coloring, as if it was some sort of spectral calico kitty from god knew where. In its mouth was the mouse, squeaking frantically, nearly dead.
   She stared before slowly putting her water down and closing her eyes. “When I open my eyes again, this thing will be gone and so will its snack.” She opened her eyes.
   The cat wasn’t gone, and was staring at her with bright interest. It dropped the now deceased mouse and hopped off the chair, walking to her and rubbing against her leg.
   She nearly screamed. The cat brushing against her leg felt cool, more like a cold patch of air. There was no resistance as she tried to nudge the cat away from her. It looked up, meowing at her. There was no sound.
   “You’re just a figment of my imagination.” The figment of her imagination meowed at her again. She grabbed her water and moved to her chair, giving the cat a wide berth. She collapsed into the chair, having forgotten about the mouse, until she was forced to remember by sitting on it.
   She jumped back up, looking in her chair. The mouse lay there, unmoving, looking almost pitiful. She looked at the cat. The cat stared back. She grabbed the mouse and slung it into the trash, hoping that she’d remember it in the morning.Â
   “Jesus fucking christ… can you get out of my room?” She asked, looking back at the cat. The cat was gone, as if it’d never been there at all. She closed her door and her laptop before turning off the lamp. “That’s what I get for going to bed early, I guess.” She curled up on her bed, trying to ignore the memory of the cat.
   The next time she woke up, daylight was just beginning to creep into her room. She got up and stretched before heading into the kitchen to make coffee. As she did her phone rang. She yawned and answered.
   “Hey, Lizzie. Thought I’d check up on you,” her friend immediately said.
   “Hi Tom. I’m ok. Just making coffee.” I put the phone on speaker and set it on the counter.
   “I still can’t believe you drink the devil’s bean juice.”
   “What? It keeps me awake.”
   “I guess. Hey, I had the weirdest dream last night…”
   “Yeah, me too.”
   “All I remember now is watching you walking somewhere. Following this… cat?”
   “What?”
   “Yeah… it looked like a calico but a bunch of shades of blue.”
   “Tom…”
   “What?”
   “That cat was in my room last night.”
   “Really?”
   “Yeah.Â
   “Freaky.”
   “No kidding.”
   “Want me to come over there today?”
   “Maybe when I’m awake.”
   There was a knock on her door. She answered it, and there stood Thomas, grinning obnoxiously. SHe walked back into the kitchen, leaving the door open. “Rude,” He said, walking in after her.
   “Yeah.” She looked down at her pajamas before hanging up the call.Â
   Thomas followed her in, leaning against the counter, watching her start the coffee brewing. “So, how are you actually doing?”
   “I slept horribly. Aside from that I’m not looking forward to doing any school shit.”
   “Yeah, I feel you there. I still have a paper to write…”
   “Then why come over? I’m glad you’re here, I’m just curious.”
   “I’m bored of class.”Â
   “Already? It’s only… 8 in the morning.”
   “Bold of you to assume I slept.”
   “But- You said the dream you had?”
   “That was yesterday afternnon, if I’m being honest.”
   “So… You’ve been up all night?”
   “Basically.”
   “I think you need the devil’s bean juice more than I do.”
   “Never.”
   “Fine. How’d you call right after I woke up?”
   “Magic.”
   “Uh huh. Ok then.”
   “I don’t know, just lucky.” He reached towards her and she realized she hadn’t showered in… how many days now?
   “Uh…”
   He tugged on her braid lightly. “Go take a shower, I’ll make you breakfast.” He got up and headed into the kitchen without waiting for an answer.
   “Tom?!”
   “Go ahead!”
   She sighed and went into her room, getting a towel and a change of clothes. She could hear Thomas in the kitchen as she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.Â
   When she got out, Thomas was still in the kitchen. She wiped off the mirror and brushed her hair, wincing at the tangles, before drying it with the hairdryer. She brushed it again and dried off before getting dressed in a hoodie and jeans. She hung the towel up and took her dirty clothes to her room.
   Thomas was in the kitchen, singing Counting Stars. She stopped, listening, before going into the room.Â
   “Oh, there you are,” he said, holding out a plate of pancakes.Â
   “Yeah.” She took them and sat down.
   He casually braided her hair as she ate, braiding it and unbraiding it. It felt nice having him play with her hair, not that she’d ever admit it. He took her plate when she was done eating, despite her protests. “I got it, Lizzie. Consider this a rest day.”
   “Uh… Ok.” She walked in the living room and sat down, checking her phone. There was a text from her father, saying he paid the bills and he was staying with his girlfriend for at least the next week.Â
   “Anything interesting?”
   “Huh? Oh, no, just my dad. I guess I’m watching the house for a few days.”
   “Sounds like fun. Can I stay a night?”
   She looked at him. “I love you, but hell no.”
   He put his hand over his heart, feigning shock. “You love me?”
   She snorted. “Yeah, you’ve been my best friend since I moved into this godforsaken house. Of course I love you.”
   “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
   “Don’t get used to it.”
   “Oh?”
   “You heard me.”
   He reached over and tugged on her braid.Â
   “Stop it.”
   “Why, you like it?”
   She pulled away from him, glaring.
   “I’ll take that as a yes.”
   “Why are you really here?”
   “I missed you.”
   “Thomas…”
   “Oh, pulling out a full name, Elizabeth?”
   “Stop it.”
   “Teasing you is fun.”
   She stood up, backing away from him a bit.
   “Alright, I’ll stop. I’m sorry, Lizzie.”
   “Please… just get out.”
   “Lizzie, I said I’m sorry!”
   “I’ll let you know when I want you around me again.”
   “Lizzie-”
   She shoved him out the front door, flinching slightly as the door slammed. She might have been overreacting, but she was alone in the house. If Thomas tried anything, she would be completely defenseless. She locked the door.
   Her phone rang and she silenced it.Â
   Outside, Thomas was sitting on the porch, trying to call Elizabeth. She wouldn’t answer, instead, she went into the living room and sat on the couch again.
   When she looked in the kitchen, the cat was back, laying in a patch of sunlight, nearly transparent. She stared at it for a while. This time it didn’t scare her, instead, the cat felt more like a friend.
   Her phone lit up with a text from Thomas: Be careful.
   She ignored it, watching the cat sun itself. It was laying on its side, its tail tip curling and uncurling. She yawned quietly. The cat’s ears perked up and it lifted its head before trotting over.
   It brushed against her hand, feeling cold, but there was still nothing, no actual contact. She sat up and the cat curled up on her lap. She felt the slightest bit of pressure on her legs, as if the cat weighed barely anything.Â
   Outside, clouds were gathering as Thomas walked to the park. He looked up at the sky in time to trip over a wide crack in the road. He landed sprawled on his stomach, his breath knocked out of him, and could barely sit up.Â
   His hands were scraped lightly, along with his chin. He licked the blood trailing from the cut on his lip, standing carefully. He made his way towards one of the benches and collapsed onto it, trying to get his breath back. He had just been walking, if he’d been running and tripped he’d probably have gotten at least a few more scrapes.
   Elizabeth watched the cat curiously. It was seemingly asleep again, relaxed on her lap. She undid the braid in her hair, combing it with her fingers. The cat stirred slightly before opening its eyes and meowing at her.
   She started humming and the cat jumped down from her lap. “What, is it that bad?”Â
   The cat walked in the kitchen. She got up and followed curiously. The cat was gone.Â
   At the park, it started to rain. Thomas moved, sitting in the middle of one of the shelters. Scratched into the wooden table were multiple phone numbers, hearts, and random drawings.Â
   Thomas shivered, looking out. The blood on his hands was dry when he looked at the scrapes. He ran his fingers through his hair before pulling his jacket tighter around him. The rain fell much faster, the drops getting heavier as the time went on.
   The longer he sat there, the colder it seemed to become, until it felt like it shouldn’t be raining but snowing instead. His phone rang.
   Elizabeth held her phone to her ear, waiting to see if Thomas would answer.
   “Lizzie?” He asked as soon as he picked up.
   “Where are you?”
   “I’m at the park.”
   “I’ll be there soon.” She hung up and put on shoes before grabbing an umbrella.Â
   A minute later she was walking to the park, the umbrella open above her. She walked quickly, making the trip in barely ten minutes.Â
   Thomas was sitting where he’d sat down earlier. He looked up, surprised to see her after what had happed earlier. He nearly ran to her, but at that moment the rain was falling even more heavily.Â
   She walked up to the shelter, stepping out of the rain for a moment. “Come on, it’s getting colder.”
   He approached her, blinking, as she offered the umbrella. He stepped under it before she started walking towards the road again, him walking close by. “Thank you…”
   “Just remember that I’ll throw you back out if you touch me again.”
   “I… Alright”
   They walked slower, approaching Elizabeth’s house. She unlocked the door and nodded for him to go inside.
   He took his shoes off, putting them by the door. She followed him inside before shaking out the umbrella.Â
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