Arther wakes up slowly, lazly. But... immensely aware. He shakes, pressing his legs together. Trying to forget... that very... embarassing... dream. Not even... sexual. His desires have turnned to nothing recently... just... slight 'yeah he is cute', or 'he could be hot'. But... that orc... 'He was nice', he thinks... seeing the image of that orc character, another in his group played, that alice had a fling with. They went to a ball together... even... danced. The dream was that... some... reconstruction of that dance. Clearly imagined, made up. He could not clearly see the orcs face. But... how... safe he felt... when that man wraped around... his waist. As he looked up to the man. As the man said "All these fools are idiots, they don't see you my fair fox. I can't wait until we can steal from the lord here." He... he remembers how that orc saw him... as him. His tail tumps, happy, he 'mea', a fox-like sound emits quitely. He shakes... crying a little from shame, holding his head. Then reaching over, as his instincts flare, and he... turns off the alarm 8 seconds before it goes off. He frowns... deeply... looking at the slashing claw marks 1 inch deep on his desk... and... the fact his mom had to buy a new phone last time a alarm woke him.
He sighs deeply, looking outside, still dark, he has... school today. Not his first day back... but... does not matter. All days are hell at school. As he feels every... curve of his clothes in bed. He wears... very loose, plain as hell, woman's clothes. Loose pants, with a hole cut into them. Underwere... pants... were hellish to deal with. Most pants fell off if you cut a tail hole, because his tail was too high up! It came out right above his butt, and close to his spine. Above his glutes, and on the edge of his lower back. Where the rubber of most pants are. The warmth of the bed, and the bits of shed tail fur that cover his bed. The spell of his fur... him... and the blood left from when his tail... burst from him weeks ago. Its been washed a few times... his nose is just that good. His hair, orange-red, shifting color in a nice gradient, with white bits within. Is... messy, very, very wild, and frayed... he gets up, and runs his hand thru it, detangling it a bit. Its... not been washed in several days. He hates showers... because they feel nice, and alice loves them... and he... he hates that he likes them. Warm, steam... showers.
He sighs, with his mouth closed, and soft, high-pitched exhale, halfway between a squeak and a breath. It doesn't sound human. He frowns, and sighs like a human instead. He closes his eyes tight, as the anger flares a bit 'No fox sounds! None...!' He shakes... as he remembers the last axxedent yesterday, where the girls in the lunchroom talked about him... and how he sighs like a animal. He feels angry at himself. Then... depressed... 'I want to be human'. His tail is limp.
He gets up... and then... as his tail moves... his pants fall. He sighs "Fucking hell!" He reaches down, and pulls them up. He wears no underware... thou he stops... and cheaks his man... smaller... its going to disapear soon. He knows it. He walks to the... closit. Takes off everything, at least his upper half works with... human clothes. "But... fuck bras..." He says, as he puts one on, and messes with the clip, and then it snaps on. Mussle... memory. His mom only had to show him once... and it clicked... because Alice was a girl all her life. He sighs deeply, and its human... for now. Sometimes a sigh is animal, sometimes its not. Its... instinct.
The weight of his chest is real. Not just physical. Emotional. Every time someone stares, it's like a punch. He... touched it once. But feels little from it... unless... the niple. But... he stopped the moment that spark flew. He shakes his head, and focuses on the next step... "Random shirt... go!" he says, and picks a random shirt. His mom... to help him... worked to replace every shirt he owned... every little nerdy shirt... with one for a girl his size and the same design. He picked random shirt every day... a... him habit... not Alice... Arther... He frowns... and puts it on. His chest pushes thru, a wedge on the design. He can feel the fabric clearly, and his shape. He... is not crazy big. When he was a guy, he hated all those anime girls that were unrealistically huge, he saw it as utterly pointless. Because... a girls... tits... should be hand sized. So he went reasonable. He... is silently thanking his past self, as they already cause backpain, and such. But... he sighs... 'why did i need to make this body, my ideal girl!' He shakes in embarassment.
Eventually, he sighs... its a human sigh this time. He moves, and looks at the huge... large slacks. He frowns. Looking at his tail. Bits of black threat tangled in it. Fur... clearly... not well taken care of. He wimpers. Then shakes his head. He puts on boxers... using the... hole in them for his tail. Fliping them 180 around. Pulling them up... far too high to be normal. To fit his tail, as he feels them dig into his croch. He then puts on the slacks. As he slides them over his lower half. Stuffs his tail inside. As one pant leg is clearly too... thick, and twitches in discomfort. He sighs... as he pulls out his phone, and cheaks his hair... its ugly. Not because its ugly... but because he has not been taking care of it. He reaches for that brush his mom bought, and brushes it... not much... just enougth to not feel weird. His ears on his head rotate on there own. Every sound is loud... there is... no silence... ever. Sounds come in, and out of foucs based on what he wants to lissen for. When he lissens for something, its there... alwase there. Then the fact he can hear things no one else can, high frequencies no human on earth has heard. Low frequencies as well. Then... his eyes. He looks at the shirt... the colors are wrong, he knows that part is red, but looks yellow. That part is green... but looks yellow. Yellow is yellow. That part is blue, and is blue. He has Deuteranopia... apparently. He knows his hair is orange... but... it just looks yellow to him, becuase he remembers all colors... and now he has less. He looks at his room. Its... blurry around the edges. He... he has been relying on sound... alot more then sight... for... everything. He then walks, and puts on sandles... on his perfect female feet.
Eventually, he arrives at school. His walk is... femenne. His shirt clearly shows his chest. But his pants... are ugly. His ears sit on his head rotating, cleanly. A backback on his sholder. Lifted with no strain, despite having 4 heavy books inside, and very full. He was alwase good with grades... except for hystory, or anything that involved handwriting. Luckly... at least... one nice thing... is he has no more PE. Well... reason being simple... uh... transformed are too strong physiclly, and are... simply superhuman in most cases.So he sits in science class. With... a complex face. As... his tail is under his leg... and... is numb, hurts. Its been a constant issue, every time he sits. The tail is a limb now, not a decoration. Compressing it like that is no different than sitting on an arm until it goes dead and keeping it there anyway, over and over. He needs better clothes... if he... wants to to let the tail out. He... wants to let it out. Alice feels it, she wants to let the tail free, flow, and say to the world 'i am pretty, i am better then you, don't fucking touch me'. He... wants to agree. But... he thinks 'I... keep saying Alice... Arther... he, or she... but...' He goes quite in his mind. 'I am... both... who... who even am i?' His ears move down slightly, as he masks his... emotions, but feels it quitely. Every day... the two sides agree on things. It was never *click* there is alice in your head. No... it was a fade. Alice... slowly showing up in parts, bits, and pieces. They agreed on things, and sometimes disagreed, and whoever he is... still had to decide what to do. Then the disagreements grew less, and less. He stops focusing on that. He focuses on his work. The desk feels big. Every memory he has that is from his teen years... says... his size is wrong. Men... feel taller then him, big. Not just because of Alice. He... misses being tall, it ment something, and he is not sure fully what. Its... odd being 5'4", a short woman that can stand... in a man's arms with ease. How his desk... feels bigger now. How his arms... don't move the same. Sholders don't fill the same space. Soft... so soft. A pulse... of... indignation flows thru him. He hates being soft. He notices... how... how... diffrent everything looks, just being a few inches shorter. Just a few inches... and suddenly guys feel... big... strong... and... powerful.
His hands move up from the laptop. Clean skin... female. Yet not perfectly clean. Just... pretty. It looks real, but real like a baby is when its born. Smooth... arms thin, lean... soft... so... so... soft. The only reason for that, is because mana enhances the body, and makes it more durrable, heal better. That... is why his acne is gone. Nails long, but not that long. In truth... able to extend with a bit of mana into claws, as a racial trait. Even when he tries to engage with school, his body won't let him forget. The tail twitches under his thigh. His shirt tightens slightly over his chest when he inhales. His ears rotate toward whispers behind him, no matter how hard he tries to ignore them. Every breath, every motion, is a physical reminder of transformation. It feels... super-real. Something... he does not pay attention too all the time, but when he does... its... so... clear.
His ears can hear it all. As he works on the math problems, and simulation assignemnt for the stupid laws of motion. He gets them, he made a simulation of them in desmos for fun once. He is ahead of the science being taught. So he ansures the questions, the stupid scientific method stuff it shows, that is not even the true scientific method. He knows because he is a science nerd, and they simplify so much, that... a real scientists would never use the real scientific method on questions they show, and could still prove it. He... watches science media still. Atempts to explain how mana works. Even groups of D&D transformed, trying to study magic, and figure out shit. He... only watches. He never cast a spell... unless by instinct. Thou he knows he can cast other spells. The real ones. Then the stupid assignment requires... color on the webtool. He frowns... as he realizes... he can't fucking tell between two colors what they are. He got the basic ones sometimes, but... its still hard to tell. A lot of things just read 'shade of yellow' now for red, or green of any shade. His hips ache. His lower back cramps from the angle of his tail, and its... numbness. Its literally attached to his spine after all. He clicks at random... wrong. He clicks the other... right. Stupid assignment.
His ears flick between wispers in the room, and sounds of birds outside. he often uses that to focus. Focus on the background sounds. The one that have no mean words. He hears a guy say "She sits on her tail, i mean... i must get numb?" to his freind. Another says "Yeah... she is in denial I heard, once was a dude. But she is very pretty. Short... short girls are always better then tall ones. Hell... the tail, ears... that just makes it better." He pretends he does not hear them. They are wispering, many do not even realize how sharp his hearing is, or do not pay attenion unless they wish to test it.
Eventually, the teacher actually teaches. As the board flickers... he can't read it. His eyes are too blurry. His... grades have dipped. He hates this. He has had to ask for seat changes... forced to move to the front. But there is a issue if he asks for glasses... the blurryness is not normal human eye issues. Up, and down, its normal. Left, and right... it gets blurry less or more, depending on how he focuses his slitted fucking eyes. Its... weird. He never knew a slited eye would see the world this way, and... it means all those weird anime eyes, and animalistic gazes... are utterly unrealistic. It makes motion pop out to him, and make anything he focused on, be the only thing not blurring, and it did not work long distance. At best 5m or 8m. He can see very well in the dark. But bright lights hurt his eyes, and it takes so long for his eyes to adapt to sunlight. Its fine in combat, he has ears. But... here? Its a disability.
Then, there is smell. It makes him feel things, and he must say... its weird. Everything smells. Everything, and most smells are complex, like a mix of flavors that tell a hysory. Many smells make him feel things, and many... make him discusted. Oddly, not sweat, or many things. What... he once thought smelled bad... don't to him. Some smell close. Like.. sweat, and such. Stuff from a body, body oder... does not smell bad to him. Its a idenitfyer. Its... weird. His bed makes him feel safe, because it smells like him. His mom smells safe, and so if something smells like mom, he feels safer. Its... weird. Then... there is some other shit.
He sits in hystory class, as one of the girls in the class, begins to snease. Over, and over. Until, she looks confused at him. He looks at her confused, before she shakes in... unsureness, blowing her nose. Until asking the teacher something. The teacher looks... in shock. Before, uncernety fills them. Before, they take the girl, sneasing worse, and worse. Much to the classes confusion, as she leaves the room with the teacher. Its only... after class he learns... that girl had a fur allergy... and he... was triggering it. He... looked at his clothes, and everything... yeah... fur covered his clothes, inside his pants esspecally. It shead all the time, he could... not control it. But... many students made fun of it... privately, behind his back. Where he could hear it with his ears.
By the time the bell rings, he feels ready to bolt. His tail is so numb he has to stand slowly, using his hand to lift it away from the seat. It flops uncomfortably against his leg, pins-and-needles shooting through the base. He lets out a muted hiss of discomfort, which a couple of students catch. They do a double-take, as if they just heard a wounded animal in the classroom. He grabs his backpack, shifts the weight carefully so it won't press too hard on the tail, and tries not to think about how that alone sets him apart. He can't move through the world casually anymore. Every step, every seat, every glance—he must plan for his new shape, new senses, new vulnerabilities. It's not heroic or exciting. It's simply draining. He is tired of all this.