PAWS - Sarah's Story Excerpt
This happens well after her transformation and high school.
This was just a thought experiment. There is too much exposition in it to actually be used in the final story, but I do see a similar scene unfolding sometime down the line. Of course, by then, the readers will know what to expect when Sarah stands up, her daily routine and the problems she has fitting into a society that is no longer hers.
I'm very welcoming of comments. Thank you for reading! ^_^
Sarah pushed off with her forepaws while she dropped her bottom and and counterbalanced with her tail. Her hips popped as they adjusted, allowing her to push up into a standing position without causing her to fall backwards. She could feel her muscles ripple and slide as they adjusted. A bit sore this morning. She made a mental note to include more upright running. She looked down her torso, golden fur glimmering in the florescent lights of the hallway. She smoothed her white chest fur and adjusted the small backpack on her shoulders then flipped her golden mane of hair over her back.
The smells were different when she stood. Being a head taller than everyone else didn't stop the odors. While she was on her fores, there was an earthy, rubbery, funk that hung in the air. Standing, there were the pervasive and sharper odors of shampoos, body sprays, not to mention the acne creams, skin lotions and other products. They made Sarah's noes itch. She rolled her shoulders and clenched her paws to push the smells from her mind.
"I'll ask you again, slut, why are you naked when others of your kind that work here wear clothes?" The girls high pitched voice grated on Sarah's ears.
Sarah looked down at the small girl and slightly wrinkled her noes. The girl must have bathed in Shea butter. She was wearing a dull grey business suit that stretched to contain her proportions from the tight top to the pencil dress that ended before her knobby knees. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
In a deep gravely voice that still had an air of femininity to it, Sarah replied. "Not that it is any concern of yours, but they haven't accepted who they are."
"Really? You mean they've got to be all nasty naked, like you, to like themselves?" The girl huffed, "nasty."
Sarah quick response surprised her as well as the girl. "No! What is nasty about being naked?"
"People" She proclaimed, "can see your bits. And how do you look pretty without clothing?"
"You think you look pretty in that?"
The girl gasped and even put her hand to her mouth as she ran back to her friends whose hushed whispers Sarah could plainly hear.
She really hadn't meant to say the first thing that came to her mind. It was over now. Sarah plopped down to her fores and padded down the hallway, tail pleasantly swishing back and forth.