I can feel the wind
The scent of the wild
Hands turn into paws
Teeth into fangs
Growing an animal nose
Fur bristling on my back
I run as fast as I can
Sprinting past the lake
I'm finally who I want to be
But I yowl in pain as I transform back
Back into a human
The worst animal to transform into
Change me back
Permanantly
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
I can feel the wind
The scent of the wild
Hands turn into paws
Teeth into fangs
Growing an animal nose
Fur bristling on my back
I run as fast as I can
Sprinting past the lake
I'm finally who I want to be
But I yowl in pain as I transform back
Back into a human
The worst animal to transform into
Change me back
Permanantly
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