Your father's name is Saul. He is a bull...a Bazadais, specifically. He is ruminant, and the sound of your father masticating upon his own cud is more familiar to your ears than his rare speech. It is the sound of a stout, masculine presence. The Change had taken away Saul's hands, most of his speech, and his capacity for upright motion; however, it had also given him a power that shatters rocks into dust, and his his job working for the city, bringing in humble but consistent wages, has kept the family secure.
Your mother, Julia, is so barely Changed that it would take a Change doctor to verify that one taken place at all. With slightly pointed ears and soft human flesh giving her a nymph-like appearance, her species is, surprisingly enough, that of a raccoon. She gave up working full-time as a paralegal to care for you, Benjamin, your eight year old brother, Craig, your four year old twin sisters, Angela and Sophia, and the new sibling now growing within her, as yet unnamed. She also cares for your grandfather, Robert.
Grandpa has not fully recovered his mind after being Changed fully into a rabbit during the big Change that once affected all adults. You stare, sometimes, into his eyes, and you wait for that "click" that goes off as he recognizes his grandson. You have no memory of him being human, and until not long ago, you had thought that everybody became a speechless creature, somehow, after becoming a grandpa. He has never spoken in your memory, but that "click" tells you what you need to know. You feel something in there.
You are in a house with plain whitewashed walls covered in pictures and hanging mementos, including a lacrosse stick hanging next to a picture of your father posing with his old team-mates. The kitchen, like almost any kitchen, has a refrigerator in it that is covered in magnets that hold notes, reminders, or recipes. The carpet might have once been wine-red but is overdue to be replaced.
You are a pre-teen boy of 12 with hair a sandy mixture of brown and blonde and eyes of hazel. Your path is undecided, and who you are is yet to be determined. Your journey is one of becoming.