Hey again! Welcome to the third chapter of Morphing Fantasy! …mmmyep.
1 Chapter Three – A Lie…
I sat there thinking for a little while, waiting for mom to stir. After about five minutes I heard her getting up and coming into the computer room. I still hadn't thought of a good way to break it to her so when she came in…
"Hey Mom!" I said loudly, "Like my new costume?!" I knew it was a big lie, but it was the only way out.
"uh wow…" she said looking at me in shock, "It looks so real, so lifelike, but Michael, you can't wear that costume anywhere, you're too old for Pokémon costumes." I flinched, I was tired of people saying that to me. I can be interested with whatever I want.
"Well, can I at least wear it for the rest of today?" I asked. My mom nodded and then left the room. "Oh man, what have I done now? Now it's gonna be even harder to break it to mom and dad." I went into my room and thought even harder about how to break it to them now. While I was thinking something else came over me. I wondered if other people were changed into morphs like me, after all I wished for the story to become real. I wondered if there were people already like me. And then I wondered if there were more morph stones around somewhere. After that my mind wandered… what will the kids at school think? What will I do about my appearance, How many pickled peppers DID Peter Piper pick? At about 6PM, my Dad came home.
"Hey Honey I'm home, with some bad news!" My dad said as he walked in the door. If he had bad news, it usually meant he was going on a long trip to file tax returns for people. "Starting tomorrow, I have to go to an area near Coney Island, NYC for the next week to help with a secret project." I stood at the edge of the door listening to him.
"Three guesses for what THAT is." I thought to myself suddenly remembering Trisha's dad leaving on a business trip. Looks like some parts of the story are true and some weren't. A semi-granted wish? This adds a lot to my study of reality and fantasy. Now for the tricky part, revealing myself to my parents. "Better get this over with…" I said to myself, as I walked down the stairs to the hall. Right as I reached the bottom I heard Mark come in through the back door and take his coat off.
"Hey Mom and Dad! Guess what happened to Mike? He got turned into an anthro!" Mark yelled. Oh well, so much for lightly breaking it to them. Mom started to say something about the "Costume", but dad interrupted suddenly.
"An Anthro? You mean like an Anthropomorph? A human with animal characterisitics?" He questioned.
"yeah!" Mark said excitedly.
"That's what I thought. Mike! Come here and let me see you!" Dad replied. I hurried down the stairs and stood in front of dad. He looked shocked at first, but then said… "mmmhmm. Just as I thought. Some people I know in NYC said they got like that too. We call it morphitis. We don't know how it's been happening, but you might as well enjoy life like that, because there is no apparent cure." Cure? Don't you mean punishment? Those words rang through my mind and I chuckled at them. Mom for some reason laughed.
"I knew it…" she said slyly, "I can always tell when my son lies. I was kinda surprised, until I went on the internet and found out about this." I was shocked, literally. A few sparks flew out of my cheeks! Anyway, I was glad that everyone, strangely enough, took it well.
That night, my parents told me that I had to go to school tomorrow, whether I would be embarrassed or not. I sighed at the though of everyone laughing at me, but then I remembered that I would pretty much toast them if they tried anything. As I got into bed, I realized I should take one of the covers off, because my fur was like an extra blanket. It was so nice and warm, and comfy too. If everyone in the world was like this, we'd save a lot of money on blankets.
2 As I fell asleep I started to wonder… what else of this story was coming true?
Notice the "…" at the end of the chapter title? Don't worry it will link to the next chapter. Anyway, how did you like that one? Kinda short right?
1 Chapter Three – A Lie…
I sat there thinking for a little while, waiting for mom to stir. After about five minutes I heard her getting up and coming into the computer room. I still hadn't thought of a good way to break it to her so when she came in…
"Hey Mom!" I said loudly, "Like my new costume?!" I knew it was a big lie, but it was the only way out.
"uh wow…" she said looking at me in shock, "It looks so real, so lifelike, but Michael, you can't wear that costume anywhere, you're too old for Pokémon costumes." I flinched, I was tired of people saying that to me. I can be interested with whatever I want.
"Well, can I at least wear it for the rest of today?" I asked. My mom nodded and then left the room. "Oh man, what have I done now? Now it's gonna be even harder to break it to mom and dad." I went into my room and thought even harder about how to break it to them now. While I was thinking something else came over me. I wondered if other people were changed into morphs like me, after all I wished for the story to become real. I wondered if there were people already like me. And then I wondered if there were more morph stones around somewhere. After that my mind wandered… what will the kids at school think? What will I do about my appearance, How many pickled peppers DID Peter Piper pick? At about 6PM, my Dad came home.
"Hey Honey I'm home, with some bad news!" My dad said as he walked in the door. If he had bad news, it usually meant he was going on a long trip to file tax returns for people. "Starting tomorrow, I have to go to an area near Coney Island, NYC for the next week to help with a secret project." I stood at the edge of the door listening to him.
"Three guesses for what THAT is." I thought to myself suddenly remembering Trisha's dad leaving on a business trip. Looks like some parts of the story are true and some weren't. A semi-granted wish? This adds a lot to my study of reality and fantasy. Now for the tricky part, revealing myself to my parents. "Better get this over with…" I said to myself, as I walked down the stairs to the hall. Right as I reached the bottom I heard Mark come in through the back door and take his coat off.
"Hey Mom and Dad! Guess what happened to Mike? He got turned into an anthro!" Mark yelled. Oh well, so much for lightly breaking it to them. Mom started to say something about the "Costume", but dad interrupted suddenly.
"An Anthro? You mean like an Anthropomorph? A human with animal characterisitics?" He questioned.
"yeah!" Mark said excitedly.
"That's what I thought. Mike! Come here and let me see you!" Dad replied. I hurried down the stairs and stood in front of dad. He looked shocked at first, but then said… "mmmhmm. Just as I thought. Some people I know in NYC said they got like that too. We call it morphitis. We don't know how it's been happening, but you might as well enjoy life like that, because there is no apparent cure." Cure? Don't you mean punishment? Those words rang through my mind and I chuckled at them. Mom for some reason laughed.
"I knew it…" she said slyly, "I can always tell when my son lies. I was kinda surprised, until I went on the internet and found out about this." I was shocked, literally. A few sparks flew out of my cheeks! Anyway, I was glad that everyone, strangely enough, took it well.
That night, my parents told me that I had to go to school tomorrow, whether I would be embarrassed or not. I sighed at the though of everyone laughing at me, but then I remembered that I would pretty much toast them if they tried anything. As I got into bed, I realized I should take one of the covers off, because my fur was like an extra blanket. It was so nice and warm, and comfy too. If everyone in the world was like this, we'd save a lot of money on blankets.
2 As I fell asleep I started to wonder… what else of this story was coming true?
Notice the "…" at the end of the chapter title? Don't worry it will link to the next chapter. Anyway, how did you like that one? Kinda short right?