To proof read and give your opinion on a small piece of work I've done, it's an idea I've been playing with for some time now and finally got down onto paper...as so to speak. Now i'm British, swearing is part and parcel of my language, thus it's transferred into my writing, I've censored them to keep things PG-13. In addition some of the actual talking isn't fully correct spelling wise, this is done on purpose in attempts to portray an accent, if I fail miserably at such please comment, thats the whole reason I'm posting here I want some un-biased feedback and I don't see any flamers being here, if there are any though choose your words carefully if I can retaliate I will, thats not a threat, it's a promise. Yes I've used my own name as the main characters, no it's not because I'm a self-centered goit, it's because I'm not even sure if this story will go anywhere just yet, and till I'm sure I'll not be making up many names as I will forget them, thats a bad memory for you.
Still not sure on a title, but I've been thinking along the lines of;
'Who am I?'
“Hello? Hellooo~? Don’t you dare go back to sleep.”
“Wh-What? Sleep? But it’s so soft…”
“Well that’s because of your fur.”
“Yes it was a complete success!”
“What was? Wait…who am I?”
“What? No, I feel like s***, but I don’t think I am heh…”
“Well at least you’ve retained your humor, can’t you remember anything?”
“No not really, I mean, I know how to talk, and I seem to know what things mean, err, mostly.”
“Why don’t you open your eyes, it may help.”
Why hadn't that thought occured to him, so he did so, a little too quickly “F***! That’s bright” He covered his face with his hands, but things felt…different, his nose was elongated, wider, and his mouth was…wait this was a muzzle, he had a muzzle, strong jaw, sharp teeth, wet nose, he opened his eyes somewhat slower it was much darker, his hands still covering his eyes, slowly he spread his fingers, they were thicker, broader, not blinded by the light he could see rough paw pads, or that’s what they looked like.
“How do you feel?”
“I’ve told you, but in addition I’m also confused…did I always have paws, and fur?”
“Nope, as I said your experiment was a success”
“You’re the first Anthropomorphic humanoid, Human in stature, intellect and attitude with the addition of Animal features, instincts and senses”
“…who am I?”
“Would you like that in my words, or your own?”
“My own?” finally he pulled his paws away, they looked like human hands, but they were bigger, broader, and retained a set of very sharp claws, he could draw them, most peculiar a feeling. Looking up he saw a lass stood at the foot of a large bed, his bed, everything was so familiar, he knew this place but it just didn’t link to him.
He looked her over again, she looked about 5 foot 6, fair skin with some freckles on her cheeks, her hair was a plum red and came to just above her shoulders, at first glance she’d have looked like a lad, though her reasonably prominent bosom was proof enough she was a lass, and while her voice was feminine it held an air of authority and there was a subtle welsh accent there too, she was holding something, small thin square, a CD case.
“Here, watch this, if you need anything just press the button on the side there” she said tossing the case deftly into his lap and pointing at the button on the side table, “When you’re ready get yer arse downstairs, see you in a few Da-vid”
He watched her exit, closing the door, at this point he looked around the room, it was in two words; organized chaos. There was a wall covered in scraps and notes, literally covered, against which an old desk stood a chair in front and a laptop, that’d do.
Getting up, it was at this point he realized he was nude, and he could see how far the experiment had gone, it seemed all the way, everything felt weird but natural, he decided though for the sake of decency to put on some clothes, this in itself was difficult, though the clothes were easy to find, his fur filled out his clothes too much for his liking, he settled for a pair of three quarter shorts, he gathered they were meant to be baggy, but like this they were close to snug.
Stretching himself out he looked at himself in a mirror he seemed pretty tall, though as he’d find out later that was due to the transformation, his fur was thick and somewhat poufy, he didn’t need to be told his animal half was that of a Siberian tiger, he had a stocky build, though not huge, and his tail, it seemed so alien to him, it just kind of flopped, he couldn’t really control it and as a result it was limp, though he could feel it there, feel himself touch it, and even muscles twitch when he lightly pricked it with a claw. He pulled himself from the mirror and turned on his laptop, and put in the disk and sat down, time for the moment of truth.
Last edited by Dave-8ball
on Tue Sep 18, 2012 6:50 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Just a note if there's any spelling, grammar or punctuation mistakes in this post please excuse and ignore them, I do have dyslexia, and no matter how much you fight it, it almost always re-surfaces to bite you on the rump.
Also! There's a thing...I dunno what yet but theres a thing.