He pushed up from the bed to pace away from her for a moment as he worked to gather his thoughts. “I am not sure how it happened or even why, but it is true and I can show you,” he pulled the shirt over his head and regretted the fact he had not turned away for his scar would then be bare for her to see.<br/><br/>“Promise…” he stepped behind a chair and pushed the shorts down out of the way. “Not to freak out….”<br/><br/>Though he did not wait for her to promise, instead he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and allowed the change to come. Instantly he felt his body heat rise to the point where he felt as if he were on fire, his chest began to heave from the heavy breathing as the first signs of pain set in. It always hurt; no matter how much he prepared himself or what he did it always hurt. The burning was first warm and tingling and then he felt the urge to claw at himself and rip the flesh from his body. Next came the sensation as if bugs crawled across his skin from the fur that dwelled just beneath the surface.<br/><br/>All of this was nothing compared to the pain that came when his bones decided to break and reform. His spine was the first to go, it snapped, elongated and thickened. The pain and moment caused him to fall forward and onto his hands and knees. His back painfully arched as the rest of his bones followed suit, along with his organs that shifted, grew or disappeared entirely. It only took a few moments, but it felt like a lifetime each and every time he shifted.<br/><br/>When it was finally over he stood slowly to his hind legs and looked down at his sister, who seemed far smaller and weaker than she had just a moment before. A hesitant step he took toward her bed, eyes on her own as he watched her reaction, waited for her to take it all in.