Tavi
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TF Artist and Writer at deviantart.com/voltmop/ Transfemme Cat/Bovid therian, she/it
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She swam sadly into the sea; once again in the shrimp body her soul had abandoned some 20 years ago. It felt too small, and like it was missing something.
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Its original legs (and forelimbs) would take on this form as well, forcing it into the water as it fell. Her face pushed out, not growing a cute snout but instead a pair of strange antennae.
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Rosa was filled with joyful excitement as she began to shrink, though the joy would not last. Instead of growing fur, its skin would harden, turning a pinkish hue. A tail would grow from her behind, like she always wanted, but with it would come more alien appendages — 3 pairs of thin spindly legs.
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Now, Rosa was correct that it was, on some level, a sea otter. She was also correct that she was an animal in a post life. It's unfortunate for her that these facts are wholly unrelated.
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She makes her way over to the beach (her former habitat), lights her incense, and begins to recite the incantation.
“What I was before the end; may I live that life again.”
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“I must have been a sea otter in my last life” it thought. She looks online and finds a ritual that promises to let you live your past life again. Probably not real, it thought, but still a nice way to connect with her otter side.
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#Octransfur 11. Again
Rosa knew there was something wrong with her body. Even at 5’2 it felt too tall, and she always felt it was missing something. One night, it started having dreams. Dreams of swimming. Dreams where it was a sea otter. Rosa knew she was meant to be a sea otter, not a human.
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As he walks to the bus stop, he hears a rustling in the trees. He considers letting out an owl call in the hopes of seeing the bird, but something stops him. It just doesn't feel okay anymore.
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João is in shock, but true to keep his composure.
“Umm… are we still having sex or…?”
The aliens pay no attention to his question. Other than the one with the camera, they seem to have lost interest in him.
“I–I uh… I guess I'll go…” João puts his clothes back on and exits the hotel.
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Turning to face his partner, João watches as she starts to change. Her skin turns grey and scaly, her pupils widen as her eyes grow larger, and a pair of cat-like ears grow atop her expanding head. She turns to face the other aliens.
“Thank you. It was interesting getting up close to one of them.”
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“What the hell?” João exclaims, trying to reclaim his dignity by covering up with the bedspread. “Melodia, are you seeing these things?”
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He turns his head to see two strange tall creatures with bugged-out eyes, grey skin, and cat-like ears atop their bulbous heads
The creature holding a camera turns to the other. “This is my first time seeing a Brazilian nerd.”
“Good idea using the call. She did a good job.” the other replied.
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At the end of the night, the pair are standing in Melodia’s hotel room. As he undresses, João thinks to himself how he never expected getting this far on a first date. As he finishes disrobing, he’s interrupted by a flash of light.
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“Aww, it's cute.” Melodia remarks.
The Bristlefront looks around and, seeing no mate, flies back into the trees.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” João tells his date. “This is my first time seeing one of them.”
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If you don't mind.”
“Oh, I'd love to see it too.”
“I've been working on imitating its mating song.”
João lets out a series of high-pitched vocalizations that steadily decrease in pitch. A black bird with tufts of feathers on its head pokes its head out and flutters down towards the couple.
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“And that's the story of the worst gymnastics lesson of my life.” Melodia finished as the pair walked through the woods.
“Oh that's crazy. Hold on.” João interrupts himself. “While we're here, there's this bird — Slaty Bristlefront — I've been wanting to see for a while that lives in this habitat.
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“Oh that's what they're called! I never knew that.”
João loved the feeling of sharing his love of birding with his date.
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#Octransfur 10. Melody
“Your profile said you enjoy birdwatching.” Melodia says, turning towards her date João. “Can you tell me what that bird is?” she points towards a blue gray songbird perched on a tree.
“That would be a Sayaca Tanager. You see them a lotl in urban areas.”
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As she watches it feed by sticking out a web from its mouth, she realizes that this bizarre alien creature is just like her.
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Only after hours of a confused existence does she realize what she has become. She sees a whale-like creature with massive tentacles floating in the distance. Most of its size comes from a thin membrane in its behind filled with gas.
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And float she did. She started to feel an instinctive need to feed. Even a human's Thanksgiving dinner isn't enough energy to keep her afloat. She opens her mouth, releasing a webbing into the clouds. She hardly understands why she is doing it, but nevertheless feels satiated.
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No longer worried about hitting the ground, she is more focused on her arms and legs: they're becoming massive tentacles. The rest of her body seems to be getting bigger as well, though it's hard to tell when you're floating in the sky.
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filling with a hot gas. Brigette feels her skin stretching orders of magnitude more than she thought possible (not that she would have thought any of what was happening was possible). Her descent grinds to a halt and she begins to float back up.
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“I wish I could just, rise above it all.”
It's true that stars can grant wishes, in a way only they know how.
Brigette suddenly finds herself in a brightly lit sky, far above the clouds. She screams in terror as she falls, but her descent is slowed by a different change. Her behind is expanding,
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Looking up at the night sky, she's reminded of what her grandmother told her when she was a child. When you're at your lowest, you can always make a wish on a star. Brigette was never superstitious, but she felt it could help calm her nerves. She singles out a particularly bright star.