"Ya know what the worst part is?" Said a crat as she downed cup of booze, her horn glowing as she lifted up the glass with her telekinesis.
"What?" The bar tendered responded realizing the alien feline wanted a response.
"It isn't the kitty litter jokes, it isn't that now I go around naked on all hours, it isn't that I lost my thumbs, it isn't that none of my clothes fit or I had to change my diet."
"Is it because you didn't ask for this?"
"Naw. I got over my new-extra family forcibly adopting me really quick. The REAL BS is how everyone thinks I'm not me anymore! Because I'm a New-kitten, that must mean I want to kiss the queen's butt, or that if you talk to me, I won't be able to shut up about how great it is to be a cat-bat-horned alien. My friends act like I died! My own family acts like I'm just someone using my own name! Did you know one of the local priests volunteered to be converted, just so he could start spreading the faith among the Creators? Not to mention the lunatics who think I'm a 'species traitor' since they can't tell the difference between the ones who are drafted and those who signed up for this crude. And when I DON'T act like a mind-less zombie, that must mean I'm faking it! Greeze." She didn't even bother trying to defend her Creator sisters. After all, humans had never seen the alien werewolves who had wanted to assimilate humanity to fill up their servant and warrior castes. Or that a possible war with the Crats had been the only thing that had made them decide humans weren't worth the trouble. Or that her sisters had dictated a single policy to any government on the planet since their arrival. Instead giving the natural resources and relief effort that humanity had desperately needed. Who cared about any of that, when people like her got drafted into a new species. "The truly worst part is, is my other half was going to volunteer after I was drafted. But then got cold feet. All of them wouldn't be so bad if they were living this 'new life' with me."