Stan the 13 years old teenager cursed having trouble writing with his longer than normal fingers & the webbing between his fingers & thumbs; & on his arms connecting them to his sides nearly to his hips. Also he has black fur on his chest. He was turning into a black bellied fruit bat. Stan hated the fact he was turning into a bat. He hated bats with a passion. And everyone is sooo happy for him. No on will listen to him when he tries to tell anyone he doesn't want to be a bat. "How's my future bat?" Stan's mom asked checking in on him. "I can't wear shirts anymore because of these wing flaps! And eventually I won't be able to wear pants, shorts or even underwear anymore by the rate they are growing! " Stan yelled angry grabbing one of them. "Great to hear." she said moving on. [Why is no one understanding that I don't want to be a bat! That I hate I am becoming one!] Stan thought upset. Stan had plans for his future; human plans. Now that was over. Now his future was to be a damn bat. A damn bat in the wild. It was illegal to own a bat as a pet in his state. So he was going to have to be released into the wild. This scared him.
But everyone was so happy for him. Nobody seemed to be listening to him at all.