i always think about the scenario of waking up not being human anymore and what it would be like that day, the next week, the next few months... trying to readjust your human habits to account for your new body, and suppressing those welling thoughts of doing things that humans wouldn't, even if it feels so right. having the fear of losing your humanity permeate through the time since you turned but eventually letting yourself enjoy the feeling of being nonhuman. and maybe realizing that humanity was never there in the first place. then finally letting go of it all, and enjoying the first day of truly being you
nobody understands how often i yearn about reflexively meowing for the first time and being really embarrassed even moreso because it felt so good to do
