Costume Shop
Eventually, your nomading leads you to a busy shopping district, where you spot a costume shop. Ironically, they are displaying human costumes on by the window. You chuckle as you make your way inside, looking for the clerk. Perhaps the anthropomorphic wombat over there can help.
He is a middle age male. You can tell not only from the way he dresses ever so modestly, but also because of your new wombat instinct guiding you.
“Is there something I can help you with?” he asks you.
“Ah yes, well you see, I am not supposed to look like this. I’m originally,” you look around warily to make sure that no one listens when you say the word, “human.”
“Oh, I see,” is all he says, as if this happens to him a lot. “You put on the wombat costume, is that right?” he concludes.
(***catprog writing below***)
“Yes. And it was not like I was expecting this to happen. Can you please help me? Will I be able to return to normal?”
“Well you have found one of my costumes. In a fortnight you will be able to wear your next costume or perhaps you can stay here if you find you like this life”.
“But what about becoming human again” you say.
“Wear enough costumes and obviously the human world is where you want to be. As for the number once you have tried enough you will know how to get home” he says.
As you look around the costume shop fades along with the wombat, leaving you in a empty shop.
Written by stellapurple + catprog on 27 September 2016
The end (for now)