I should have known i was getting into something way over my head
when i had walked out of the oosterveld train station.I mean,how many villages boast of a Metamorfose Acadamie a Metamorfose Universiteit and a Metamorfose College.There were also brochures on the ticket counter promising me admission to the Metamorfose Wax Museum for
five euros and some thing called roughly
Gedaanteverwisseling ? Ya! Ya! Ya!
I was doomed.
I had just stepped off into the shapeshifting capital of the world.
I asked Wilhelm if he knew a shrink in the area.I was feeling these strange urges.perhaps it had something to do with pushing my organ into a female wolf.