Elizabeth.“Good evening, Elizabeth,” Judy, the oldest woman in our pack shuffles towards me, holding her wooden bowl of yellow paint as if it’s a precious gem. She just might be the only person in the pack who is smaller than me apart from the children, the only person who I have to look down to speak with. She smiles at me, her grey eyes which are like mine twinkling, “How are you? How do you feel?”“Nervous now, to be honest,” I don’t mention the fight my family had at the lunch before, “Everything is going to change from today.”“Not entirely,” She replies, “You would still be the same girl you were, just more complete.”“How does it feel when you first transform?” I ask, “Is it disorienting?”“I don’t remember how I felt when I first turned, dear girl, as it was a long, long time ago,” The elder chuckles, “But I assure you, it would be the opposite of disorienting. In fact, it would be serene. Calming. You would finally feel completely attuned in your skin, connected with the eart
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