FF; waking up out of fur

Sara was convinced that she was in the middle of another dream. the type of dream that you really only see things. The very fact that her first memory that morning, was going to roll over and smacking herself in the face with an oven glove. There was no pain. in fact she couldn`t feel the normal sensations that she felt when she woke up. Like the subtle sway of her fur against the fabric of a blanket. it wasn`t the fact that she felt herself being smacked in the head that woke her up. What woke her up was the knowledge that she should be feeling something, and there was nothing.

In fact normally all of Sara`s senses ran wild, from the minute she woke up to when ever she managed to fall asleep. and even then her senses made Sara a light sleeper.

Gingerly, Sara sat up in the bed. Not feeling how soft of a thing she was laying and now sitting on. where things felt so alive to her, felt dull. she then took note of the oven gloves that were also on her feet. Her head tilted, and where Sara had been considering just laying down and riding this dream out, her curiosity was now perked.

what exactly was under them that had to be kept hidden from Sara? she reached for the bottom of the oven glove on her right hand. intending to pull it off when her eye caught the sight of something else that was a very odd thing to see. Just under the edge of the mit.

SKIN

not golden blond fur, but skin!. Sara hadn`t seen pail skin on her arm since she had been twelve, and a smile formed across Sara`s face as she anxiously yanked off of the oven mit or her right hand, using her flat teeth, not pointed teeth, to tug at the finger tips. With a sharp head turn she flung the oven mitten off with her teeth. letting the mit fall to the floor at the foot of her bed.

She had a wrist, and a, aa, ahhh... what was it exactly that she was supposed to call the thing on the end of hr wrist? it was metal. if fact now that Sara`s eyes were adjusting to the light, she could see that the wrist was metal as well. Sara`s eyes traeled back up to her finger tips that had been turned into metal claws that looked more menacing than the hooked ones she normally wielded.

off came the other oven mit and sara found another hand, and something that looked like a shield widening her left. her feet turned out to be clawed as well, and hard to operate considering when Sara went to slide off of the bed, she couldn`t feel the floor. She ended up falling flat on her face but hey. no worries. she still didn`t feel a thing.

Dressing became an interesting task. however with a lot of visual double checking, it was accomplished with only a few snags made by Sara`s,.. Er,.. Ah,.. claws. money apparently wasn`t a problem since Sara@s dream self was apparently loaded. she pocketed a nice wad of cash, just in case, and then ventured into the halls to find out where her dream self slept.