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This is the 6th chapter of Near-Infrared, a series which will focus on various post-TF adjustments after a sudden off-screen lion transformation.
Time starts to stretch in this one.
Story also below :The rest of the week went by rather fast.
Thursday was pretty uneventful, aside from another successful anonymous delivery of chicken, otherwise I mostly just tried to play some multiplayer games : some Minecraft, some GTA Online mostly. My complete lack of dexterity made me pretty bad at those games, but at least I could drive my sports car down the highway in sunny (but cyan-tinted) Los Santos, do heists and races, and none of the other players had any idea I actually was a 170kg male lion stuck in a room with internet access.
Friday was mostly focused on really scaping the internet to find anything related to transformation, not finding much of interest except that, apparently, some people would really get a kick out of being transformed into an animal. Hey, I would gladly give them my curse if I could. I also found, to my relief, that my 2-week paid leave request had been approved. By that day, I also noticed the blue tint in my vision was becoming less pronounced. I could not see any red still, but my green perception was shifting to a green-yellow color, and it all felt a little bit more normal.
As I reached the weekend, I had already developed some sort of routine. I felt typically tired around noon rather than at night, so my sleeping schedule incrementally changed. I went for longer naps during the day, typically from 11am to 5pm, and, in turn, my nights sleep became shorter, usually from 9pm to 4am.This arrangement made me feel more energized while I was awake, during the early morning and the evening.
During those early morning hours, I started trying to find ways to improve my keyboard writing. Autocomplete, whenever available, was already a nice boost from my shameful 8 word-per-minute rate using my paws. I knew there was a way to add it on Teams and Outlook, so at least I could answer to written messages in a somewhat more timely manner. Using my claws instead of carefully using the edge of my paw to type on the keyboard was difficult at first, but proved to be also more efficient the more I tried it. After some practice, I got up to 25 words per minute, which was enough at least.
However, direct communication would be a huge problem to solve, I needed to be able to write an answer and send it in real-time, I'd have to figure out something later about that.
Being a lion was still confusing in many ways due to how my senses were altered. Of course there was the cyan tint everything had, although my brain seemed to slowly get used to it and was progressively adapting my new vision to a more familiar palette, still deprived any reds or warm tones. My sense of smell was starting to really improve. The capacity was there from the start, but, as with the vision, my brain was getting used to it and started differenciating better between all the new scents. I already didn't know much about smells in general as a human, so it was pretty hard to describe them as a lion now. A few of these were still familiar, but most of them were completely alien, and would need new words for me to describe. I could track them with great accuracy. Hell, I could even smell people ing by my door in the hallway. Taste, however, was pretty unremarkable. If anything, that area felt like a downgrade : meat tasted good even raw, and I couldn't feel sweetness anymore. My hearing was more precise since I could move my ears around (I noticed I would sunconsciously pull them back whenever I was upset or worrying), but other than that it felt relatively similar.
My behavior was altered, that one was also obvious after a few days living in this new body. Sometimes, I felt the need to scratch something, just like I wanted to rub myself on the plant or on my bed, or lick my fur to clean it. It was like an annoying itch, usually getting worse when I was either bored or worried. I would often refuse to go along with my newfound instincts out of pride. But on other occasions, when I felt less at odds with my new form I would allow myself to express them, mostly as stress-relief.
Sometimes, I also wanted to roar towards the helplessly green sunset.
Time starts to stretch in this one.
Story also below :The rest of the week went by rather fast.
Thursday was pretty uneventful, aside from another successful anonymous delivery of chicken, otherwise I mostly just tried to play some multiplayer games : some Minecraft, some GTA Online mostly. My complete lack of dexterity made me pretty bad at those games, but at least I could drive my sports car down the highway in sunny (but cyan-tinted) Los Santos, do heists and races, and none of the other players had any idea I actually was a 170kg male lion stuck in a room with internet access.
Friday was mostly focused on really scaping the internet to find anything related to transformation, not finding much of interest except that, apparently, some people would really get a kick out of being transformed into an animal. Hey, I would gladly give them my curse if I could. I also found, to my relief, that my 2-week paid leave request had been approved. By that day, I also noticed the blue tint in my vision was becoming less pronounced. I could not see any red still, but my green perception was shifting to a green-yellow color, and it all felt a little bit more normal.
As I reached the weekend, I had already developed some sort of routine. I felt typically tired around noon rather than at night, so my sleeping schedule incrementally changed. I went for longer naps during the day, typically from 11am to 5pm, and, in turn, my nights sleep became shorter, usually from 9pm to 4am.This arrangement made me feel more energized while I was awake, during the early morning and the evening.
During those early morning hours, I started trying to find ways to improve my keyboard writing. Autocomplete, whenever available, was already a nice boost from my shameful 8 word-per-minute rate using my paws. I knew there was a way to add it on Teams and Outlook, so at least I could answer to written messages in a somewhat more timely manner. Using my claws instead of carefully using the edge of my paw to type on the keyboard was difficult at first, but proved to be also more efficient the more I tried it. After some practice, I got up to 25 words per minute, which was enough at least.
However, direct communication would be a huge problem to solve, I needed to be able to write an answer and send it in real-time, I'd have to figure out something later about that.
Being a lion was still confusing in many ways due to how my senses were altered. Of course there was the cyan tint everything had, although my brain seemed to slowly get used to it and was progressively adapting my new vision to a more familiar palette, still deprived any reds or warm tones. My sense of smell was starting to really improve. The capacity was there from the start, but, as with the vision, my brain was getting used to it and started differenciating better between all the new scents. I already didn't know much about smells in general as a human, so it was pretty hard to describe them as a lion now. A few of these were still familiar, but most of them were completely alien, and would need new words for me to describe. I could track them with great accuracy. Hell, I could even smell people ing by my door in the hallway. Taste, however, was pretty unremarkable. If anything, that area felt like a downgrade : meat tasted good even raw, and I couldn't feel sweetness anymore. My hearing was more precise since I could move my ears around (I noticed I would sunconsciously pull them back whenever I was upset or worrying), but other than that it felt relatively similar.
My behavior was altered, that one was also obvious after a few days living in this new body. Sometimes, I felt the need to scratch something, just like I wanted to rub myself on the plant or on my bed, or lick my fur to clean it. It was like an annoying itch, usually getting worse when I was either bored or worried. I would often refuse to go along with my newfound instincts out of pride. But on other occasions, when I felt less at odds with my new form I would allow myself to express them, mostly as stress-relief.
Sometimes, I also wanted to roar towards the helplessly green sunset.
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