<No,> I said. <I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.> Once I was laying down, my aching body felt like it let out a sigh of relief. I felt a little bad, because I was just going to scare him more.

Morphing was different every time. Body parts changed in different orders. I could control it, to an extent, which was good, because morphing wasn't usually pretty.

My face started changing first. I remained covered in fur, but the dog muzzle shrank back into my face and slowly became a human mouth and nose. My brown eyes moved closer together and shrank a little bit.

Schloop! My ears sucked into my scalp, then crawled down the sides of my head. My arms changed next, forelegs shortening and pulling my elbows down to where they belonged. Fwoop! My tail disappeared! My spine shortened, sucking it back up into my body. I was almost completely human-shaped, and still covered in the pretty black-gold-white fur of my Frolis Maneuver dog morph. I pushed myself up slowly so I could sit up properly, and the fur started to suck back into my skin, sort of rippling as it did.

The other good thing about morphing? It healed all injuries. All of the pains from getting hit by that car were gone. It was pretty handy, and I was really glad I'd been in morph when it happened.

Once I was sitting there, in my morphing suit, I looked up at the man, a bit apologetically.

". . . Hi."