What I Am...Or More Like What I’m Not
I slowed my pace to a walk as I approached a heavy smell in the air. I passed the California border a day ago, so I earlier assumed I would be at my destination by sometime today. It had been three days since I had stopped running, lucky for me I was built for this. My surroundings were no different than from when I last stopped, seeing as most forests were the same at eyesight. But by smell they differed entirely. It was evident a town was nearby as the smells wrapped themselves in my snout. The sun lit up the dark cracks night, coloring the sky in shades of the morning. I arrived at my destination on perfect timing, which was no surprise.
I trotted forward, towards the town I would call home. I had earlier scheduled my belongings to arrive at my new house yesterday. And before anyone asks, I always enjoyed the run to a new place instead of being couped up in a vehicle.
I purchased a house in this area for specific reasons, the most important being that I was not going to be hiding anymore. Though this was a small town in Northern California, I knew there would be people like myself that would possibly recognize me. It might seem a bit odd for me to just run out of the shadows after all this time, but it felt like the right time for me to do it. I was ready to accept who I was, who I would become, and I was ready to accept the past. It was a matter of time before the past caught up to me completely because no matter how much I wanted, no matter how much I begged, where ever I went to escape everything, I had always forgotten one thing: No matter where you go, there you are. Being me was one of the biggest things to my past, and I couldn’t escape that.
After minutes of walking, I finally saw the town in short distance. From the looks of it, the shops I saw were very easy to break into. I ran to the road and made my way into the town making sure I wasn’t seen. I passed a big sign that said “Welcome to Riverdale”. Home sweet home, I thought. The concrete felt uncomfortable as I approached the back entrance to one of the shops. It was too early for anyone to be in the shop at this time, but still I listened for any humans around. Just as I thought, not a sound was made. I backed up a bit then ran full speed into the back door instantly making a hole. Luckily, the store had no alarm.
I shook the pieces of wood off of myself and looked at the inside of the shop I was in. Boxes marked Women’s Clothing lay around along with other boxes marked Shoes, Undergarments, and Men’s Clothing. A bathroom also was in the back room. I trotted forward, from the back room of the shop into the actual shop. My eyes landed on fashionable clothing, this was definitely somewhere I would shop. If I was actually let anywhere near here that is. Quickly, I glanced around for security cameras and found none.
Wow, this town seriously needs a security upgrade, I thought.
I walked back to the back room of the shop and glanced at the hole I had made breaking into this place. Hopefully, the police would assume a human made it to break in. I shrugged off the thought and made way into the open bathroom.
I closed my eyes and focused all my energy into changing. Quickly, but painfully, my bones cracked and moved as the fur on my body disappeared. My canine teeth retracted and my snout became a human nose. My tail disappeared as my human body became complete.
Changing never gets any easier. And it never gets any less painful. But luckily, over the years you learn how to make changes go quickly.
I lay on all fours on the cold bathroom floor. My shallow breath was all to be heard inside the shop. Swiftly I got up and let out a groan.
“Never going to get used to that,” I said with a short laugh.
A cold breeze grazed my skin but I was unaffected. One of the perks of being like me, you never get cold. Even when you are completely naked.
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