"Fifty-six? I thought. She really looked more like forty, though I was restricted to looking at her face. Her skin was smooth and silken-looking, her ...yes almond-shaped and totally devoid of any wrinkles, just marble-smooth and unblemished, her cheekbones beautifully raised. Perhaps underneath her robe, there's a different story."So, how do you want to start? In the robe you have on? Something else?" This is traditional Japanese, yes, we can start with the robe," she said so I had her sit in. Go on, touch it. I know you want to.”I extended my arm as I spoke seductively – “Common love, be a darling and feel how soft they are. How silky they are, stripped off of every single hair.”I knew her resolve was coming down when she extended her hand. I slowly caressed the backside of her palm with my thump. She lifted her gaze from my feet, and our eyes met.A jolt of electricity passed through my spine. This was different. She was different. The feeling was alien. Her gaze was piercing. I. I was here for...the same reason. As my eyeswandered over the shelves of beauty products, the hair dryers, and theflowery decor, I felt a strange emotion, one that I had been feeling moreand more lately, like I was a turncoat somehow. Betraying my identity.But the strangest thing about this feeling was that it made mefeel...peaceful, but at the same time, excited, expectant. I really wasmoving along that proverbial road."You sure are quiet, hon." Steven was working away, clipping. It would definitely be cool to turn into something like that, though what your parents changed into didn't seem to have any effect on what their kids became. Then I glanced over at Dad, always feeling a stirring of pride at his transformation. My Dad was a Mythic. They're rare, even among Weres. A Mythic was a Were who turned into something strange... into creatures that weren't known by science, such as dragons, griffins, or in my Dad's case... a unicorn. He turned into a huge white unicorn.