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hot bath.
    Bath, shower, bath, shower, and then a bath; I was white again. Well maybe even more white than I remember. I never had a tan living in California; I was still as white as a snowflake, but now I was taking white to a new level.
    I watch my claws come out of my hand like a cat. It was so weird; even my fingers became longer. I found that my teeth moved like a new muscle that extended and retracted at will; they never went completely away. If I lifted my top lip, the teeth lay right in front of my old teeth. I guess you can say that my teeth didn’t change; rather, new ones grew in. It was the same with my nails; the new nails were thick and hard, pointier and sharp around the edges. If I looked under the nails, I could kind of see my old nails.
    And now that I did find my claws and teeth, I couldn’t help but play with them like a new toy. I moved them in and out. I did something I remember Nicks telling me about; I cut my hair off rather than cleaning it. Throwing it over onto the bathroom floor watching it turn to mud as it mixed, with the water on the floor, I kept cutting it off until all of my hair was brand new. It was the cleanest I could ever recall it being.
    I was playing with my claws in the bath. I looked up into the mirror that sat above the sink. I stood up and looked at myself. I lifted my hands up and made my claws go long; at the same time I elongated my teeth and opened my mouth. Then I made a growling sound; I scared myself; I wanted to run away.
    I put my teeth and claws away. I looked almost human. The things that gave it away were my skin tone and my eyes. It took me a second to really understand what was wrong with them. My eyes were huge, I stepped out of the tub and walked closer to the mirror.
    My eyes were twice the size than they originally were. It was like I had owl eyes, and man, did I look like a freak. My eye color didn’t change; they were still blue as the sky, just more to look at. If I kept my teeth up, and my claws away, the only thing that keeps me from passing for human are these eyes. I will need to keep my sunglasses on.
    After that, I went downstairs and found my way to the master bedroom. Wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses, I ransacked the room for anything of use. I found several items, first a good-sized gym bag with a strap. That would hold clothes I found in the closet that semi-fit me.
    Second, I found a 45 1911 pistol, with one clip of ammo that might be handy even though I have never shot a gun before, I shoved it inside the gym bag. After digging around a little bit more, in the same drawer that I found the pistol, I also found $200 in cash, now that I needed.
    I've always worn dresses and skirts, not pants, so it was good for me this lady had some dresses, but most of her clothes were pants. I wonder why? I guess in 1990 a lot of things are different; nonetheless I found black tights which I put on.
    I slipped a dark blue dress on that hung to my knees. A big bulky jacket with a big hood finished my outfit. I settled for the pink snow boots. This lady’s feet must be huge, or mine small; all her other shoes won’t fit. They just fell off. Walking barefoot was what I wanted to do, but that would bring way too much attention to me, especially since there was snow on the ground, with the temperature hanging around freezing; I couldn’t go without footwear. With my sunglasses on, and the hood over my head, I put my gym bag over my shoulder.
    I was ready to hit the road, but I was hungry again. Now this wasn’t the starving of last night, but I was still ready for some breakfast. Since no one was around to help me out in my new life, I was not sure what to do.
    I was finding out that most of the legends were bullshit, like inviting me in, and sunlight burning me. I had an image in the mirror. So maybe I could eat food too?
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    It is so unfair; I made French toast, scrambled eggs