RAF Can Morph! (Read Introduction Before Posting)

[RAFrukh]

I nodded...

"I was thinking the same thing.", I laughed.

[TobiasMasonPark]

     I was about to tell everyone to start heading out. Clearly, Jessi wasn't going to come any time soon.

     But the sound of the front door opening interupted my thought.

     "Nobody say a word." I said. "I'll go see who it is."

[Cobra (Gymn)]

I figured it was probably a family member or maybe Jessi. If his family were Yeerks would they be suspicious of us?

[gorillaman16]

When the front door opened I froze like a statue. It could be anybody.

[Aldrea2011]

I was adjusting pretty well, considering that moving to a completely different part of the country is usually considered traumatic to anyone. I deserved some slack. I knew absolutely no one here, all my friends were back home. It was still home, even though we didn't live there anymore. My mother understood this pretty well. She got tossed around alot when she was my age.

I was walking around the area, at the moment through an old construction site. Something caught my eye. It was a strange blue box, unmistakeably blue, about 4x4 inches. When I picked it up, it was very heavy. Something about it made me put it in my bag and start home fast. Whatever this was, I'd figure it out. Maybe I could even make a few bucks for it on ebay.

[Blazing Angel]

Halfway through my hosts coffee break at the trucking company a memory hit me hard enough to make me spit out a capachino all over one of the drivers. After a hurried apology about the drink being too hot I rushed into mmy office and pushed on a picture of myself standing in front of the building on opening day. A small microphone popped out and I nearly screamed "Keep an eye on all local areas where an andalite could acquire a dangerous morph! Capture anyone acting abnormal!" After that I collapsed into a leather chair breathing deeply in relief. If I had allowed any animals to be acquired they wouldn't bother with kadrona starvation, they'd throw me into Z-space.

[TobiasMasonPark]

     "Alright...Just stay put. And try not to make any noise."

     I was about to leave the room, when I got an idea.

     "Someone hold the dog. I'm going to morph."

     I walked over to my bed, where Charlie was sitting by the pillow. I started to pet him and concentrated very hard. I focused on the brown patches around his mouth, and the black and white of his fur. I concentrated on the tail--ever wagging.

     Charlie fell into the trance for the second time. I had successfully acquired him. Now to morph...

     I looked over at Chris--the only one of us who had morphed. I don't think it hurt him...But maybe it was different from person to person? Maybe it worked like an allergy. I might not be allergic to peanuts, but someone esle in the room might...

     I closed my eyes, and I formed a mental picture of my dog in my head.

     King Charles Cavelier Spaniel...White fur...black fur...tail...good sense of smell...

     I started to shrink.

     It wasn't anything like falling. It felt like the ground was rushing up towards me. And, the strangest thing was, that I was still me. I was still human...Just four inches or so shorter...

     Then, I fell on to my hands and feet. My clothes had completely covered me as I changed. My spine shifted into a different shape, and I lost bone mass. Organs shifted, or else dissapeared all together. Fur sprouted all over my body--a magnificent mix of black, white and brown.

     My face shot forwards, forming into a snout, and the shape of my eyes changed.

     A tail shot right out of my spine! It was crazy! I was growing fur and a tail simultaneously! Morphing was so...illogical...It didn't seem to be happening bit by bit...

     Eventually, the changes stopped. The last part of me to change was the senses--especially the sense of smell! I wanted to smell everything! Caleb's shoes. Whatever Chris ate for breakfast this morning! The stain from when I dropped a can of soda about three weeks ago--still fresh!

     I looked up at the people in the room. I wanted to jump, smell and play with them all. I wanted one of them to pet my head. Scratch the spot behind my ear! I wanted to...

     THERE WAS A DOG IN THE ROOM!

     A DOG IN THE ROOM! I wanted to smell him to!

     But was he friendly? Or was he a mean dog, like the terrier down the street? The tiny dog that kept barking at me whenever my master took me for a walk.

[Aldrea2011]

After I got home I ran straight upstairs into my bedroom and locked the door. I sat on my bed and started turning the box over and over in my hands. I had already decided what to do with it. I was posting it on ebay. I took a picture of the box and logged on...

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"James, calm down get a hold of yourself. I know it feels like you're a dog, but remember you're James." I wanted too help him. I had gotten a hold of my self gradually over time, but he didn't have that much time.

[TobiasMasonPark]

     I jumped on my master's bed. He lets me sit there sometimes.

     The other dog looked at me. He smelled really...familiar. He seemed pretty familiar, too.
    
     I walked up to the dog and started to smell him some more.

[Blazing Angel]

((Ummmm you don't really get any memories from the morph.))

[Cobra (Gymn)]

((OOC goes in the OOC thread.))
"James can you hear me?" I walked over and put my hand on his back, trying to get his attention.

[TobiasMasonPark]

     Someone was touching me.

     I wasn't afraid. I was excited. Someone wanted to play with me?

     "James, can you hear me?"

     Wait...James? Wasn't that?

     I burried my head in my paws. I lost control of the morph.

     How did Chris communicate with us again? He used the same speech as the Andalite: thoughts. Maybe I could just...think at him?

     <Sorry...I lost control there...I think I got things together now...Open the door.>

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"No biggy. I did it too. Here you go." I opened the door so he could get out. "Scratch if you want to get back in. I don't think we should leave to door open."

[TobiasMasonPark]

     <Good thinking.> I told Chris, jumping off the bed. <Just make sure Charlie doesn't follow me out.>

      I walked out of the bedroom, just before Chris closed the door. I trotted down the stairs like the dog I was--a little bounce in my step. I could already smell the person in the house--that's how great my sense of smell was! Whoever it was, they smelled of shampoo and deoderant. It was a very strong men's deoderant that was familiar to the human part of my brain; heightened by the dog's own superior sense of smell.

     I reached the last step and turned the corner into the sitting room. Someone was moving around. A tall someone; bent over and digging for something in the coffee table drawers.

     I barked.

     The person jumped.

     It was my younger brother.

     "Stupid animal." He snarled. "Scared the hell out of me."

     He grabbed something from behind him and shut the drawer. He walked away, without petting me, towards the door.

     His hand was on the door knob, but he hesitated.

     "James!" He shouted. "James, you here?"

     Oh crap!, I thought to myself. I bounded back up the stairs. My brother was already half way up to my room.

     <Guys. It was my brother.> I shouted, hoping my brother couldn't hear my thought speech. <He's coming up! Nobody move!>