He had felt some soreness through his body that hole day, and it had grew stronger as the night came by. Now, under the moonlit, it came to a point were it really bothered him, nearly a strong tingle, deep into his skin, muscles and bones. It was begining to get very painful. He had felt many kinds of pain, and already learned to bare them. Some, he felt more than one, three, five, ten times. But never in his short life, he had felt something like that. It was just too weird, too... unique.

A few minutes later, he noticed his limbs and tail were shaking. Not a shake from cold weather, or fear, or anything. They were just... shaking. It grew stronger, to the rest of his body, and it made the tingle get even more strong. The pale boy gasped, breathing shallow and quickly. "What the hell!?", he said, his voice breaking in the exclamation.

He wasn't sure of what was that. He could barely manage the pain, but he still could ratiocinate. Why was it happening? Was it something that he had ate? Some injury he didn't care about? Or was it beyond that? What if that suffering was a punishment for all the bad things he had ever done? If it was that, it would get worse. He, somehow, knew that he deserved that. Although the pleasure that came with other's pain, it wasn't enough to make him innocent and without need of punishment. He always took his mother's time-outs, and groudings. He could take that one too...

The Aston boy had lost the sense of time, but it looked like it had been centuries. It really didn't matter, as he noticed that he looked... taller. And his white paws were growing, changing into... hands. He column looked to be longer, as his legs looked to be farther than they should. The white tuff on his head grew just a bit longer, but enough to make it fall in his eyes, covering them a tiny bit. His haunches grew into tighs, getting longer than his front legs, that now were arms. Cracks made their ways into the silent of the warm night, new joints forming in his growing body. Ribs, organs, muscles, ligaments, nerves, veins... all seemed to mix around inside the body's new shape. The last things he felt changing were his ears and tail.

The pain started to drift away, leaving his body numb, his eyes blurred, and his head dizzy. He took sometime to refind his sense of location. The boy found himself in four-legged position, his new... knees and... hands supporting his body from the ground. It was a weird sensation. The new-shaped kid breathed deeper, but still quickly, still trying to calm down that new racing heart. His tongue hung out of his mouth, and he noticed his teeth were larger and longer as well. He tried to close it, and the tips of the canines were out of his muzzle.

His breathing became a laughter. What a wonderful day it was! Finally, his greater wish was fulfilled: he had his first shift! That boy dreamed with that day so many times, and it was now there, right in front of him! He wished to have a mirror or just any pool to see how he turned out. Althought he wasn't so tall right now - his age didn't allow it -, he knew he should be a handsome thing.

The question now was: did he knew how to walk in two legs? He sat, his bum in the ground, his legs straightened. They looked so long...! He brought them to his chest, and tried to stand. Three times he tried, remembering how his motehr used to do in that form. In the three, he failed, falling down. The pale boy tried a fourth time, and he did it - in an awkward, clumsy way, but he did -. His legs trembled a little, before stabilising. It wasn't that hard! He tried to step forwards, and it worked. Another one: worked again. The third: just as the last one. Than, a normal walk. "Yes!", the pale Optime shouted, glad with himself. He was awesome!

She spoke, and he felt thrilled with what she really meant. "Now? Now, I'm gonna be able to do much more things that you can ever do in that shape!" the boy replied, with a pranky tone. Yes, he could do so much more. Even "play" more with them. He could hold Claudius to hit him longer. He could grab Toefur or her little duckling for longer. He could prank with Oce... longer.

"Now, I can do things like... this!", he said, right before running toward her, using his hands in the ground, still unfamiliar with using the two legs instinctively. He jumped to his sibling, and opened the arms aggressively, prepared to hug her tight and sqeeze her "gently", like a nice brother.