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At the tail end of my transformation Deecie puts on the finishing touches. My tail, neither a heart, nor a sharp bolt, catches the cool air, flagging to complete the pika-picture
Picked up for the first time. I've gotten a little more used to this new body, but I'm still not able to control my emotions when she looks at me like this. It's so hard to control the current. Its overflowing in my heart.
Sylvia: "How's the new saddle?"
Meow: "Pretty comfortable! I just hope they're OK down there."
Sylvia: "Hah you're fine this Otter's been through worse."