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Jun. 16th, 2007 11:18 pm[Continuing on from the Febuary 12th post]
a few weeks later
It had been a very strange couple weeks. Sure, seeing the doctor as a walk in was entertaining to say the least. The 'housemate' (who was actually my girlfriend who I met shortly before Mother's untimely death a month previous; It was very strange bonding as she helped me clean out the house and get it ready to sell, whilst giving me a place to crash at the same time) gave me a ride in, and sat with me asking me a bunch of questions and also teasing me over a few things. Sadly, the experience of being able to freely walk around naked was short-lived; The courts decided that the indecency laws still applied to us, but by that time i had already cobbled together some clothing that not only fit correctly for my human and morphic forms, but also permitted me to shift down to my full feline form without inhibiting movement too much, or tearing. Fortunately, one of my friends is a seamstress, and was of much assistance in that regard.
Work, however, had been somewhat less accommodating. The last meeting I had with the boss I was basically told that I needed to figure a way around the speech problem in morphic form or the time limit in my human form, or start looking for a new job. Oh sure, they were more subtle then that, but I could read between the lines easily enough. And so I lay on the floor of my girlfriend's apartment late that night discussing the meeting, she asked me if I could sing. I nodded, and did so for her. (This actually surprised me a bit; even though I still have human vocal chords in my full form, my voice was quite a bit rougher there.) Then she asked me to shift to morphic, and repeat. I was absolutely floored when it worked. My mind then made the connection, and I said two works that she understood with tears in my eyes: "thank you". She nodded. "It's what I do for a living, silly. Be glad I don't bill you." This last statement was said with a smile on her face. My next words made that smile grow much bigger. "I think I love you more now then ever. Would you object to having me for a mate?" Her reply was a hug that would have cracked my ribcage as a human, but merely knocked the wind out of me in morphic.
a few weeks later
It had been a very strange couple weeks. Sure, seeing the doctor as a walk in was entertaining to say the least. The 'housemate' (who was actually my girlfriend who I met shortly before Mother's untimely death a month previous; It was very strange bonding as she helped me clean out the house and get it ready to sell, whilst giving me a place to crash at the same time) gave me a ride in, and sat with me asking me a bunch of questions and also teasing me over a few things. Sadly, the experience of being able to freely walk around naked was short-lived; The courts decided that the indecency laws still applied to us, but by that time i had already cobbled together some clothing that not only fit correctly for my human and morphic forms, but also permitted me to shift down to my full feline form without inhibiting movement too much, or tearing. Fortunately, one of my friends is a seamstress, and was of much assistance in that regard.
Work, however, had been somewhat less accommodating. The last meeting I had with the boss I was basically told that I needed to figure a way around the speech problem in morphic form or the time limit in my human form, or start looking for a new job. Oh sure, they were more subtle then that, but I could read between the lines easily enough. And so I lay on the floor of my girlfriend's apartment late that night discussing the meeting, she asked me if I could sing. I nodded, and did so for her. (This actually surprised me a bit; even though I still have human vocal chords in my full form, my voice was quite a bit rougher there.) Then she asked me to shift to morphic, and repeat. I was absolutely floored when it worked. My mind then made the connection, and I said two works that she understood with tears in my eyes: "thank you". She nodded. "It's what I do for a living, silly. Be glad I don't bill you." This last statement was said with a smile on her face. My next words made that smile grow much bigger. "I think I love you more now then ever. Would you object to having me for a mate?" Her reply was a hug that would have cracked my ribcage as a human, but merely knocked the wind out of me in morphic.
