After watching him go upstairs, Deridre began to toy with her now-down hair.
"Should I change? I mean, he would be upstairs for the whole night.” She wondered out loud while walking toward her small pile of stuff.
She rifled through her things, grabbing the seal skin. She brought it to her nose, taking in the calming smell; it reminded her of home. She looked around as if she were expecting some prankster to pop out with a camera crew before closing her eyes and putting it on.
She felt her body relax and easily melt into the fuzzy leather skin. her human body and the pelt merging into one, she shrank and plumped up, now taking up all the empty space in the pelt.
Once she opens her eyes, she is no longer a human but a cute, chunky gray seal. She began to hop around the flat, looking at things from a lower perspective, before snatching a fish from a nearby cooler and going to her new favorite spot on the couch.
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The Overseer of The Isles
RomanceA light house worker meets someone a tad magical. And now they have to work through the trials and tribulations of each other's worlds. will romance blossom or will they have to abandon ship?
