Fur one and fur all! (Part 4)
#4 of Fur one and fur all!
For the love of cod, the indenting. Ooh, major plot twist!
When the bus finally gets to my stop, I jump out. I walk to my house, trying to comprehend everything that's happening to me. There only seems to be one explanation, but it defies all normal logic. I must be turning into a wolf. I start laughing the laugh of a man possessed, because I probably am one. I also hope that Dad isn't home, for obvious reasons. I get to the house, and it seems like Dad is still at work. I'm reminded of my hunger, and it's borderline torture at this point. I run in and slam the door behind me. In the kitchen, I rip open the refrigerator. In a mad frenzy, I rip open a package containing a large ribeye steak and proceed to tear into it.
A seven-pound steak later, I'm as content as I can be under the circumstances. I hastily throw away the packaging and go to wash my hands in the bathroom, which probably will turn into paws before very long. I also realize it's strange that I act, stand, and talk like a human, but have all the wolf attributes. I guess that's the technical definition of a furry. I brush it off, pushing it to the back of my brain to ponder later. As I look my almost paws, I see that a light coating of dark brown fur has already started to develop, and my fingers have become more claw-like. After I clean my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. The most striking difference is the sheer amount of fur all around my body. I take off my shirt to assess the damage there, and I suddenly realize why my body looked curvier.
Apparently, it wasn't enough that I turned into wolf boy, I had to be genderbent as well. I'm now in an awkward position between wolf, human, male, and female. I honestly don't know what's stopping me from curling into a fetal position and crying myself to sleep. But as long as I'm of stable mental health, I figure I should see exactly how wolf-like I am. I take off my faux fur tail to check if I actually have a tail. It appears that I do have the start of one, and it already bears a striking resemblance to my faux one. I try wagging it, and it seems to be functioning properly. I turn off the lights and close the curtains, and after giving myself about half a minute to adjust, I open my eyes and can see my surroundings fairly clearly. Then, defying what my emotions should be right now, I feel exhilarated. Now I understand why I've always had an attraction towards animals and developed a fursona. It's because I am one, or at least partially. I almost start howling from all the craziness, but I then realize there's probably no other wolves around to hear it, and it would probably only get me in a government testing facility or the pound. I sit down to think about this.
After the initial euphoria of understanding wears off, I realize I should probably go somewhere far away from here, until I figure out how to fix this. I throw all my money and any of dad's money I could find into my wallet. I empty out my suitcase, and shove all my clothes into there. *RIP* I look down to see that my newly-grown paws have ripped my shoes. I also notice that my legs stayed straight, unlike the angled legs of an actual wolf. This means that I should probably find some new shoes.