Hi, I’m Jimmy Manley. I’m a shapeshifter.
Sounds badass. Makes people think of fangs, and howling at the moon, and rending shit. I mean, shifting species, right? Sets expectations.
You know what isn’t so cool about that whole shapeshifter thing? Yeah, you don’t get to choose what you turn into.
Take me, for example, although you probably aren’t going to want to in a minute…
I’m a were…goat.
Yah. I’m the ‘butt’ of every joke. I get asked if I’m always horny, or only in my other form. I don’t get told to go away, though. I get told to butt out, or hoof it.
My main offensive skill is that when I fart, I clear the room. No, aha, buts about it.
There was this one time in high school, and another birthday party I definitely wasn’t invited to (that’s…well, not cool, but normal), but the cool kids kept rubbing my nose in it. After a week of really unsubtle hints, I also knew where it was being held.
Did I mention my system really has issues – like, Geneva Convention level of issues – with coriander?
So I had a really nice curry that Saturday. Delicious. And then I took a little walk after dinner. They’d really done a nice job decorating the garden. I’m glad I got to see it empty to get the full effect.
