Guilty Indulgence
I used to lock myself in my room when I was still living with my parents so I could stand in front of the mirror and look at my fur, my claws and my tail. My Mum always used to tell me to cut my claws and tuck away my tail. She hoped I'd return to normal some day.
I felt guilty when I watched myself in the mirror, but it was fascinating at the same time. There in the mirror was what I was, and I couldn't deny it, it was in my bones, in my very flesh. It was there, clearly visible.
Of course there were times were I was insecure about it, even when I was with Gabs. Especially when I was with Gabs. He was so much more wolf than I was.
I felt guilty when I watched myself in the mirror, but it was fascinating at the same time. There in the mirror was what I was, and I couldn't deny it, it was in my bones, in my very flesh. It was there, clearly visible.
Of course there were times were I was insecure about it, even when I was with Gabs. Especially when I was with Gabs. He was so much more wolf than I was.