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This is a story I wrote after a discussion in #transformations about Jon's new Story universe. This is the very first story I've ever finished, please be kind with comments.

Changing Perspectives by Nikon

November 18, 2007

I'm a human. But I'm also a fur. I dream of being a being that walks around on two feet, and is covered in fur, with a muzzle, and tail. I go to cons, wear fake ears and tails, and have lots of friends who do the same. Lately though, things have gotten a bit strange. More and more folks are getting into the community, and more and more are claiming to be actual furs. Not humans with animal souls, but actual furs. Some of us just laugh them off, but not the old timers, the ones who came in before me. And lately, what I've been seeing at conventions and meetups, has me questioning my sanity.

Current Mood: WTF? Current Music: Alice Cooper - 9 – Poison

Tim stared at the post to LJ that he had just put up, then over at his roommate for this con. Joe had fallen asleep again in his fox ears and tail, though Tim could almost swear that they didn't look like faux fur. He shook his head, feeling the headbanded raccoon ears slide a bit. “I'm going nuts. Maybe I just need a walk.”

The elevator took forever to get to his floor, but that was normal at cons. Tim let his mind wander a bit, turning over the strange things he'd seen so far this weekend, the ears that shouldn't have been able to move, same with tails. Folks that looked to be in full suit out of the corner of his eye, but turned out not to be when he looked at them. The elevator dinged and opened up for him to get in. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the skunk or fox in the elevator with him until one spoke up, “Going to the Lobby Dear?”

“Oh, um, Yes, Sorry.” Tim looked at the pair, they looked so real like there was no way it really was a suit, but still alarm bells about his sanity went off in the back of his head. Another ding, and the doors opened to the small roar of thousands of folks talking.

Tim stepped out of the elevator, and instantly a headache hit him. Everyone seemed to be in suit. 'It's not possible', he thought to himself, 'there are usually only a 10 to one ratio of suits. But everyone was anthro there in front of him as he walked out to the lobby of the hotel. He got himself over to one of the benches that lined the lobby, and put his head in his hands, the migraine making it feel like his head is about to explode.

Tim felt a hand, and it was an odd hand at that, fall on his shoulder. “Are you alright Blue?” Blue was his character's name, as he played a blue raccoon online. The voice was familiar, so he looked up, first at the hand, no, paw, those claws, and that fur could only belong to a paw. Then up at the fur standing over him. Tim blinked a few times, and saw a kangaroo, one that looked almost real enough to have hopped out of a zoo. “You don't look so good, want me to get con staff?” The muzzle moved perfectly with the speech, there was no way that was animtronics, he really must be losing it.

Tim looked at the roo, then spotted a namebadge. Bounder it said, one of his friends from furnet. “Bounder? Oh, you best go and get someone, my head feels like it's going to explode.” He curled up tightly, clutching his head in his hands.

“Ok, I'll go have someone get Perry.” He heard the roo hop off. No not walk, actually heard the hopping. Tim looked back up. Every species you could think of was wandering the lobby, with the stray human here and there. There was also the smells he couldn't smell before. Sure he'd smelled fanboy funk, but this was different, like the last time he'd been to a farm.

The kangaroo with his friend's name came back, followed by a husky. “Bounder? Is that you? When did you get a suit?” He felt another wave of pain and clutched his head again, like he was holding his skull together.

“Suit? I haven't gotten a...” Tim looked up as Bounder got a look of shock on his face. “Oh. Perry, got let's get him to a quiet room, is one of the meeting rooms open?” He felt arms go around him, helping him up. The husky looked at him. “Do you think you can walk for a bit?” Tim just nodded, and was helped down one of the hallways by a kangaroo and a husky. Yeah, this is normal, he thought to himself.

Tim got helped into one of the rooms used to host panels during the day, full of chairs, and he just noticed that they were all tail friendly, facing a table that the panel members would sit at. He was carefully set down at the edge of a row of chairs. Perry smiled at him, “Just lay down if you need to.” He then turned to close the doors, not before calling someone named Fox over the radio to come to the room.

Bounder sat sideways on one of the chairs. “How are you holding up Blue? Feeling any better?” In fact he was feeling a bit better, now that he was away from the crowd, but still felt very odd, laying here with a Kangaroo and Husky looking over him. “Yeah, a bit. Just... I think I'm losing my mind.”

Bounder put his paw on my knee. “I understand completely. Fox will be in here in a moment, he's best with explaining things to newbies. But I guess I should tell you now, everything you're seeing is real. Are you feeling any changes with yourself at all?”

Tim just looked at the roo and blinked a few times, his mind having ground to a halt from what his friend had said. No, he didn't feel any different himself, but the rest of the world had. But that can't be. But he was here, and they were there. “No, I don't feel any different, but you all seem to be. I feel so confused.”

Just then there was a knock on the door, and a fox peeked in, before coming completely inside. He looked right at me, then turned to Bounder, “What's going on?”

“Um... I think the field just collapsed for Blue, I think. I mean, he can /see/ us.”

Fox looked at me again. “Well then. Welcome to the Twilight Zone Blue. Just kidding, but really, we are furs. This is real, there are just over a million of us, and these cons are where we can get together and meet without worrying about the norms. This has been going on for about 20 years now, and our population seems to double each year. No one has any idea why it happens, but it does. It seems that being here, at this con, has broken down the 'field', as we call it, and allowed you to see the world as it actually is.” He turned to Perry, “Can you get him a glass of water, it looks like he needs it.”

I turned to watch Perry get me the water, noticing for the first time that he was digigrade, and just watched him walk, admiring the movement. Seeing those legs in work was another nail in the coffin that this was real. Tim turned back to the fox and roo across from him. “So, you're really a fox, you're really a roo, and you're really a husky? And I haven't been going insane the last few cons?”

Fox just smiled. “Yes on the first three, and no on the last one. Trust us, we all know how you feel, we went though the same thing, though it was us that was changing.”

“So, my next question is, what now? I mean I can't go acting like I see talking animals, they'll lock me up. I feel like I've just been let in on the bigest secret ever, and I can't tell anyone.”

Fox put a paw on my shoulder, I could feel the pads though my shirt, and the small claws. “It's ok, There is still another whole day of con, and I'm sure some of the locals of your town can help, granted, this is the first time I know of where someone who hasn't been turned could see.”

Perry handed me some small orangish pills, the feel of his claws against my skin felt really strange, but I looked down at the pills. “Some motrin, for the headache, should help till you get use to reality.” Tim looked at the pills, shook his head, and then took them, washing the pills down with some water.

“Thank you all. I feel a lot better now. Um. Could you show me around the con, and tell me who is who, I don't think I'll recognize anyone anymore. This isn't what I thought the rabbit hole would be like.” Tim stood up, a little shaky, but quickly getting his legs. He was a bit shocked as he suddenly got hugged on three sides.

Guys, disregard the last entry. Something came up at the con, and helped me get my head on straight. In fact you could say my eyes were opened. I'll say one thing, life will not be boring again. Going to head to bed now. Been a long night, met a lot of new furs, and there's still a long day at con tomorrow before we all head home. For now, I'm going to fight for my half of the bed.

Current Mood: Happy Current Music: A fox snoring