*sighs and drags self out of RL rollercoaster (have been to see Iron Maiden and Halford, the Monster Truck Nationals, even won the tickets, celebrated an 8 year anniversary, the chronic problem with my car started again, got REAMED by my superior, thought we were gonna lose one of our bobcats, got pulled over for 75 in a 55, smiled my way out of it somehow, got an extra day off, lost a family member this morning, was NOT given sauce with my chicken mcnuggets (those bastards), got the coolest present from my best friend and her husband (collest two presents, actually), have not gotten a paycheck in the last three weeks (one job has me on "vacation" and the other pays once a month) and found someone has smoked all the good stuff in town since I was last here) and attempts at some sort of creativity*

Theme o' the week

If you could instantly master one skill or talent, what would it be? What would you do with your new talent or skill that you couldn't do before?

I want to shapeshift.

This is something that is, for once, unanimous. I'll happily stick with same specie, too. No need for flambouyance on that one. Sure, throw in any other mammal (wolves, lions, tigers, bears, oh my) as well and it would be cool, but if I had to set limits in order to be given the knowledge needed.... I'd do it.

Long as I could shapeshift to whatever I willed. Any human face and body.

I'd be anyone I wanted to be.... hell *sighs soft* anyone I need to be. It's no one famous, nothing big, just each and every part within could finally come out physically in the mental image that is all we have of them.

Damn straight we would. Do you -know- what it's like walking around as you?

Do you know what it's like to have to hide? Or to backpedal when you slip and say something and draw attention with no way to explain it? "I'm just really tired/drunk/baked" doesn't cut it all the time. It really hurts.

See? I wouldn't do it to impersonate anybody, I'm not that kind've person, I won't go around wearing someone else's face to destroy their lives or blackmail them or anything like that. I don't want to be someone else

I just want to be the many parts of me. Correctly. Not just in personality changes, methods of walking, talking, eating, smoking and dressing, music taste, which hand I write with, the speed I type or read. I want to put each voice with the proper face and body..... then.... I think.... and only then, will I.... will we.... ever truly find happiness.

I mean, ever want to do something and find out you can't because of something uncontrollable?

It's like being too short for the rollercoasting even though you're old enough, you've been on all the rest, but dammit this one requires you be one friggen inch taller. It's something you have absolutely no control over..... and it's heartbreaking.... isn't it?

It's like being gay and in love with someone straight, or the other way around. Is it your fault you're the wrong gender for this person? Nope...... but not a thing you can do about it (well, not without a bunch of money). And sure, they could love everything about you, and you can have your fun, but if you're curves or dangly parts are in the wrong places, well *shrugs* you're s.o.l. There's always something you're yearning for that will forever be out of your reach, there's always a frustration no matter how happy you are or how good you feel. Always something missing...

Ever play Wraith the Oblivion: Love Beyond Death? Ever played/read about/etc a ghost still in love with someone mortal? Or vice versa? Someone you can be around? But someone you can't touch? All you can do is talk and watch and crave..... (hm, believe I wrote something pertaining to that a few weeks ago...... *soft chuckle*) But you can't have that final iota of gratification...... never....

Try this one.... you're a.... *flips coin* woman, in love with a man. But also love him as a man. And he loves you and your male counterpart. Sure, you can always love him as a woman would, in every way shape or form. And you could somewhat love him as a man, toys provided. But then you always know you're faking something, it's always a tool..... never actually a part of you. You could never feel yourself where it counts, where the difference is. It's always vicarious. There's always a part of you that has to watch the other part get everything, and settle for second place, second best.

Second place probably never hurt so bad.

Messed up an example as that may read to be, to some, it's the best one I could come up with *chuckles* What more....... vivid example could there be of a reason for wanting to shapeshift. Sorry if that was graphic. But do you get what I'm saying?

No one would have to hide anymore... they could actually live their dreams.....

I wouldn't care about the pain, either. Cause I KNOW it's gonna hurt. I'd be rearranging my body for cryin out loud..... this goes beyond broken bones, and just cutting myself shaving stings. Not devastating, but we all know men would rather not be so butterfingered, regardless of the little toilet paper pseudo bandaid your SO can point and laugh at (yea, but when SHE cuts herself *smirk*). And on that note, flaying my skin open is really uncomfortable..... and here I'd be molding, reshaping, stretching, compacting, and about everything else you can think of with it. And, should I travel out of specie, developing fur and feathers would probably itch like a mother. But that...... that, my friends, is a small price to pay.

*sighs* So yea, I'd want, would choose, would wish for, have dreamt of, would sell my soul to be able to shapeshift.