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Myrika had been eager to shift -- it meant an easier time reading and doing things requiring fingers and dexterity. The tawny woman could not imagine feeling stuck in one form or the other, however --- much as she appreciated her ability to assume the Optime form, she did not forget which form she'd taken at birth. Smiling still, the woman shook her head and neck to show the receding of her hair didn't hurt a bit. Her legs were beginning to grow slimmer, their structure and bones shifting with the faintest grinding noises. Myri spoke quickly, both to drown out the noise and to reassure Sparrow it was painless. It makes a bit of an odd noise, but -- it's like your stomach growling when you're hungry, nothing more. It doesn't even hurt as bad as when you get really hungry, the woman said, even as her arms began to change. Her elbows shifted slowly up her arm, wrists thickening and becoming less flexible. Her hands were last to change, fingers withdrawing into her paws. Four-legged, the woman grinned and did a half-turn, showing Sparrow that she was quite alright.
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