Chad held up the shiny black collar with the silver bell attached and chuckled. It was only a 1/4 inch wide,
but it would fit his neck. It looked more like a girl's choker than something a guy would wear. Still if
that's all she wanted him to wear, he'd wear it. He smiled and shoved it into his jacket pocket for later.
He was surprisingly finicky at lunch. He usually ate a ton of salad, and a tray full of burritos, but today he
only got a couple tuna sandwiches, and he left all the bread. He drank 8 cartons of milk, and no soda. He
ended up emptying out the last few drops of milk on his plate and lapping it up. One of his buddies asked him
about it, "Waste not want not," was Chad's glib reply. To which his buddy pointed at the bread left over from
the sandwich. "Low carb diet," Chad said with a shrug. Then he licked some tuna off his hand. His tongue
felt surprisingly rough. He shrugged it all off, and sauntered leisurely to class.
The tardy bell had already rung when Chad nonchalantly glided into his next class. The teacher had already
started speaking when Chad slunk into the room. He noticed Chad seated at his desk, but he was sure he hadn't
been there when the bell rung. But he hadn't heard Chad enter. Usually, Chad stomped and banged his backpack
around, today he was quiet as a church mouse. The teacher wasn't sure, maybe Chad had been there on time. He
cleared his throat and continued his lecture.
"Lousy job shaving this morning, Chad," Bob said as they got up to leave when class was over.
"Huh?" Chad said reaching up to touch his face. He was startled to find a few inch long whiskers above his
lip.
Chad decided to blow off practice after school, and headed straight for the field house. He leisurely
stripped, and then put on his belled collar. He stretched his lanky tanned body, and sauntered slowly over to
the patch of sunlight streaming through from the skylight. His body hair seemed denser on his skin as it
glistened in the light. Chad stretched again, turned around and lay down on the soft dirt basking in the sun.
He would work on his tan until Sinclair showed up.
He dozed. Chad awoke to the sound of a squeaky toy. He blinked. The field house seemed to have grown larger
while he slept. He got up on all fours, and tried unsuccessfully to stand on his hind feet. He looked at his
legs. They were covered with fur. His whole body was. His feet and hands weren't hands or feet, they were
paws. He extended and retracted his claws. He did this several times amazed that he could do it.
The squeaky toy squeaked again, he stopped playing with his claws and turned to look toward the source of the
sound. It was a green rubber mouse, and it smelled intoxicating, He barely noticed whose hand the toy was in,
as he headed toward the toy and its owner.
"Hello, Mr. Kitty!"