..h..Hnrrghh!!" was all he could groan out as he began to change."Go...you have to nrrrghhhhhhh...g..go! Get out!!!" he called out to anybody who woul... listen. His face pushing into a pointed squirrel muzzle as his hands became furred paws, their claws ripping ravenously at his suit. Instincts overwhelmed rational thought as he needed to be free, his muzzle gaping as saliva whipped out of his changing mouth.“PLrrzzh.h…GGARRRHHH…nrrREEED….” his plaintive cries gradually replaced by moans of. She knew his ‘hypnosis’ didn’t work, but she wasn’t about to call bullshit on him again...“So… what do you want, Allie?” he asked.… not right now, anyway.Maintaining the trance act, she remained mute and deliberate, no sudden moves, her expression set. Eyes on him, her hand slowly slid up his chest, up his neck to the side of his face. She caressed his cheek and chin, before pushing her fingers through his soft hair, around the back of his neck.With a steady, guiding hand she drew his face. It contains two medical pods and a teleportal.The land we do have is nice. It probably started out as lava, but wind and waves have turned the lands into a large stretch of black sand that runs a quarter mile or more wide in a giant ring. There are two gaps in the ring that allow the ocean to flow in and keep the lagoon filled. For some reason, the pod Erica and I live in is set up on pontoons in the lagoon, and our front door opens into the section between the two gaps. It gives us a front. How many adults get to rollerskate around the neighborhood all day,with nothing to do except to do nothing?In the evening, I sat on the porch with Grandfather Hasegawa. I'd found himto be an amazingly resourceful and dignified man, especially considering whohe'd been. He'd done a great deal to help his son and daughter around thehouse. No job was beneath him, and he always seemed to be in a good mood."What's it like to be your own son, now?" I asked.He looked somewhat embarrassed, and looked.