08-21-2018, 04:45 PM
16. how does y/c feel about their appearance?
// This prompt more dips into gender and appearance dysphoria. Bear with me as this is something i do not experience
Daisy was an odd one out. She was the front at the moment, but she could feel Delta’s presence with her as she stood in front of Dimitri’s mirror. Delta might as well be over her shoulder. She stared at Dimitri’s face in the mirror, sitting back on his hind and touching Dimitri’s face with his paws. She touched his stomach and bit on his paws with his teeth.
Yep. That hurt.
“You can do it.” Delta’s paw felt like it was on her shoulder and she put his paws together.
“I don’t know…” She mused, shutting his eyes and breathing heavily.
“I’m here. I believe in you.”
She made a struggling noise as Dimitri’s body shrunk and bones reshaped, becoming a small kitten.
“Good job!.”
She stuck out her own tongue, being greeted by a white cat with black spots. The fur waved and recolored, an orange and black tortoiseshell greeting her, then a grey tabbie, a brindle cat, a snowshoe, a siamese. She couldn’t stay in control, she couldn’t pick and none of these were her- she started crying, clutching herself and folding inward. She never felt at peace with her body and was never sure. Was she too young to make a decision? She was pretty confident she was female, but she even wondered about that sometimes. What if she wasn’t Daisy? Was Daisy really her name? Didn’t the others pick that name out for her and what if they were wrong? What if she was more like… a Duncan?
“Daisy, honey.” She felt the sensation of Delta wrapping her tail around her and trying to comfort her, trying to lick away her salty tears.
“What if I never figure it out Delta?”
// This prompt more dips into gender and appearance dysphoria. Bear with me as this is something i do not experience
Daisy was an odd one out. She was the front at the moment, but she could feel Delta’s presence with her as she stood in front of Dimitri’s mirror. Delta might as well be over her shoulder. She stared at Dimitri’s face in the mirror, sitting back on his hind and touching Dimitri’s face with his paws. She touched his stomach and bit on his paws with his teeth.
Yep. That hurt.
“You can do it.” Delta’s paw felt like it was on her shoulder and she put his paws together.
“I don’t know…” She mused, shutting his eyes and breathing heavily.
“I’m here. I believe in you.”
She made a struggling noise as Dimitri’s body shrunk and bones reshaped, becoming a small kitten.
“Good job!.”
She stuck out her own tongue, being greeted by a white cat with black spots. The fur waved and recolored, an orange and black tortoiseshell greeting her, then a grey tabbie, a brindle cat, a snowshoe, a siamese. She couldn’t stay in control, she couldn’t pick and none of these were her- she started crying, clutching herself and folding inward. She never felt at peace with her body and was never sure. Was she too young to make a decision? She was pretty confident she was female, but she even wondered about that sometimes. What if she wasn’t Daisy? Was Daisy really her name? Didn’t the others pick that name out for her and what if they were wrong? What if she was more like… a Duncan?
“Daisy, honey.” She felt the sensation of Delta wrapping her tail around her and trying to comfort her, trying to lick away her salty tears.
“What if I never figure it out Delta?”