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	How am I going to do this? How am I supposed to explain this? I mean, I don’t look a thing like my passport photo. The only time I’ve even been through customs at an airport was a scant six days ago when I was entering Japan. Oh, and I actually looked like myself; my old self anyway.		How am I going to do this? How am I supposed to explain this? I mean, I don’t look a thing like my passport photo. The only time I’ve even been through customs at an airport was a scant six days ago when I was entering Japan. Oh, and I actually looked like myself; my old self anyway.

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	How am I going to do this? How am I supposed to explain this? I mean, I don’t look a thing like my passport photo. The only time I’ve even been through customs at an airport was a scant six days ago when I was entering Japan. Oh, and I actually looked like myself; my old self anyway.		How am I going to do this? How am I supposed to explain this? I mean, I don’t look a thing like my passport photo. The only time I’ve even been through customs at an airport was a scant six days ago when I was entering Japan. Oh, and I actually looked like myself; my old self anyway.

MintzBuck at 21:56, 8 December 2007

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	I snap the phone shut as she’s finishing and toss it to my side on the bed as I lay back, staring at the ceiling. My eyes drift shut from exhaustion, it’s night time in Japan now anyway, and I have no clue how long I’ve been awake. Soon enough I’m asleep.		I snap the phone shut as she’s finishing and toss it to my side on the bed as I lay back, staring at the ceiling. My eyes drift shut from exhaustion, it’s night time in Japan now anyway, and I have no clue how long I’ve been awake. Soon enough I’m asleep.

	~~*****~~
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	I can feel something warm and heavy on my chest, another warm spot against my leg as I slowly return to consciousness. I hold my eyes closed for a bit, thinking to myself that it all was just a dream, but a numb sensation on my rear tells me otherwise. It can only be one thing, the tail I fell asleep on several hours ago.		I can feel something warm and heavy on my chest, another warm spot against my leg as I slowly return to consciousness. I hold my eyes closed for a bit, thinking to myself that it all was just a dream, but a numb sensation on my rear tells me otherwise. It can only be one thing, the tail I fell asleep on several hours ago.
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	As I lift my head, the cats begin their overdrawn process of waking up, stretching and pawing at me and my bed. I can see them well, despite the fact that the lights are off in the room and it seems to be nighttime. Once I’m allowed to sit up, I pull my limp tail from under me; it’s already starting to get the pins and needles sensation as it’s freed. My head is another issue; I must have sat up too quickly because I feel kind of dizzy.		As I lift my head, the cats begin their overdrawn process of waking up, stretching and pawing at me and my bed. I can see them well, despite the fact that the lights are off in the room and it seems to be nighttime. Once I’m allowed to sit up, I pull my limp tail from under me; it’s already starting to get the pins and needles sensation as it’s freed. My head is another issue; I must have sat up too quickly because I feel kind of dizzy.

	I slide off the bed, hooves clicking against the flooring. The lack of friction causes me to slip a little, but I catch myself. It’s hard to think about compensating for that, especially since I’m still groggy from my nap.		I slide off the bed, hooves clicking against the flooring. The lack of friction causes me to slip a little, but I catch myself. It’s hard to think about compensating for that, especially since I’m still groggy from my nap.

	I make my way to my study, picking up my discarded clothing as I go, pulling out my wallet and keys, along with a business card I had almost forgotten about. I boot up my computer and plop down in the chair, flicking my tail out of the way so I don’t crush it, again. The Wolf Head Saloon, the address is actually not far from my house. I sure could use a drink, or ten, but then again, I hate going out to bars and paying so much for alcohol.		I make my way to my study, picking up my discarded clothing as I go, pulling out my wallet and keys, along with a business card I had almost forgotten about. I boot up my computer and plop down in the chair, flicking my tail out of the way so I don’t crush it, again. The Wolf Head Saloon, the address is actually not far from my house. I sure could use a drink, or ten, but then again, I hate going out to bars and paying so much for alcohol.
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	My hooves easily grip on the carpeted stairs, letting me feel very sure footed. Near the bottom, I hear a cracking sound and find my head won’t go any further forward and I’m soon greeted by a plume of white powder in my face. Right, antlers, forgot about those. I duck my head and move on, making sure to be extra careful, I hope the damage to the drywall isn’t too bad.		My hooves easily grip on the carpeted stairs, letting me feel very sure footed. Near the bottom, I hear a cracking sound and find my head won’t go any further forward and I’m soon greeted by a plume of white powder in my face. Right, antlers, forgot about those. I duck my head and move on, making sure to be extra careful, I hope the damage to the drywall isn’t too bad.

	~~*****~~
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	Back in my bedroom I assess the situation, trying to figure out just where that tail comes out and where the hole needs to go in the jean shorts. I think both back pockets are going to be sacrificed, not that I ever used them anyway. At least the shorts fit okay over my hips and rump and I don’t have to worry about the special needs of ungulate legs when it comes to pants. I slip my fingers into the scissors and cut the back open, being careful not to injure myself. It’s quite difficult to control them with my thicker fingers not quite fitting into the scissors right. After several times coming on and off I manage to get the fit right. They aren’t pretty, but they work.		Back in my bedroom I assess the situation, trying to figure out just where that tail comes out and where the hole needs to go in the jean shorts. I think both back pockets are going to be sacrificed, not that I ever used them anyway. At least the shorts fit okay over my hips and rump and I don’t have to worry about the special needs of ungulate legs when it comes to pants. I slip my fingers into the scissors and cut the back open, being careful not to injure myself. It’s quite difficult to control them with my thicker fingers not quite fitting into the scissors right. After several times coming on and off I manage to get the fit right. They aren’t pretty, but they work.
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	With a better understanding of my oral equipment, I turn back to tools made to clean it. Well, made to clean a human mouth and fit in the hand of a human. The toothbrush’s handle is tragically thin, making it difficult for me to get a good grip on it. This further complicates things when trying to get all the way into the back of my mouth, which is significantly deeper than it once was. It’s not a horrible experience, until I rinse out my mouth and end up spilling half the glass on myself. Apparently, I don’t have a sense of how far back my mouth opens now either. I towel myself off and determine that I will be getting a blow drier sometime in the near future.		With a better understanding of my oral equipment, I turn back to tools made to clean it. Well, made to clean a human mouth and fit in the hand of a human. The toothbrush’s handle is tragically thin, making it difficult for me to get a good grip on it. This further complicates things when trying to get all the way into the back of my mouth, which is significantly deeper than it once was. It’s not a horrible experience, until I rinse out my mouth and end up spilling half the glass on myself. Apparently, I don’t have a sense of how far back my mouth opens now either. I towel myself off and determine that I will be getting a blow drier sometime in the near future.

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	And thus, I am finally on my way. I tell the cats to behave themselves, even though I know they won’t. I grab my jacket and put it on, not really thinking about it. I guess I don’t need it, but I’m sure I still look cool in black leather, too bad I can’t wear my sunglasses to go along with it. I can’t help but think I forgot something. A hat, I always wear baseball hats, but antlers and a decided lack of a forehead rule that out as an option. My stomach rumbles, but I ignore it, figuring I can get something at the bar. I head out the door and back to my car, which is easier to get into, but still not particularly comfortable to drive. I back out, a bit apprehensive of what lies ahead, but I’d rather go out than sit around all night.		And thus, I am finally on my way. I tell the cats to behave themselves, even though I know they won’t. I grab my jacket and put it on, not really thinking about it. I guess I don’t need it, but I’m sure I still look cool in black leather, too bad I can’t wear my sunglasses to go along with it. I can’t help but think I forgot something. A hat, I always wear baseball hats, but antlers and a decided lack of a forehead rule that out as an option. My stomach rumbles, but I ignore it, figuring I can get something at the bar. I head out the door and back to my car, which is easier to get into, but still not particularly comfortable to drive. I back out, a bit apprehensive of what lies ahead, but I’d rather go out than sit around all night.

	~~*****~~
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	The outside of the bar is rather unassuming. It looks like just about any other bar and grill-type place you find in the suburbs of an industrial city. The only indication of anything different about the patrons is the name, but even then it’s no definite indicator of that fact that this is a SCAB bar. To my nose though, there is a clear indication that this isn’t any old bar. There’s a definite mix of animal smells permeating into the parking lot, along with the smell of alcohol. I can’t help myself as I lick my nose which just makes all the smells that much more intense.		The outside of the bar is rather unassuming. It looks like just about any other bar and grill-type place you find in the suburbs of an industrial city. The only indication of anything different about the patrons is the name, but even then it’s no definite indicator of that fact that this is a SCAB bar. To my nose though, there is a clear indication that this isn’t any old bar. There’s a definite mix of animal smells permeating into the parking lot, along with the smell of alcohol. I can’t help myself as I lick my nose which just makes all the smells that much more intense.

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