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I finally got off work at my usual time, walking past the receptionist’s desk and heading outside of the building’s atmosphere. The sun was setting a nice shade of orange, bleeding onto the outline of the trees in the distance that made up the road leading into the parking lot of the place. Cars of many different shades of black and tints of white, as well as the occasional reds and blues—a rather American selection—lined the parking lot. My car was in the usual spot, somewhere off to the right, a basic Honda Accord of the almost-latest fashion. I got it used, but surprisingly there wasn’t many miles on it at all. The person that had it last must hate mortgaging cars. I continued walking, hands in my pockets, towards my shiny Honda, a couple people trailing behind me as we went towards our only way home. Some of them were friends. Others were just acquaintances. No one I hated, they were all a decent crowd.

“Hey Alex! Hey! Over here!”

Oh boy. My friend Travis was waving me over to him like he was trying to catch the next train. I definitely had to see what he wanted to talk to me about. I walked over to him at a brisk pace, hands still in my pockets. Once I got to him, I asked what his deal was.

“Hey, didja hear? Oleanna just broke up. I heard-!”

I interrupted him with a quick affront towards what I possibly couldn’t believe was true: “Wait, she’s single?! When did you hear that?!”

“I heard gossip as I was walking outta the place,” he continued, “Apparently her bf just about had it with her shenanigans and quit. Now she’s lookin’ for someone else!”

My heart skipped a beat. “W-Wow, uh…just let her know that I’m available alright?” I stammered with glee.

Travis stuck his hand on his chin. “Eh, I’ll let her know, but I dunno how she’ll react. She’s not lookin’ for just anybody to blow her skirt up. But anyways, keep in touch will ya? I get bored easily on the weekends.”

“I will, I promise,” I declared to him before waving goodbye and heading back to my car. Finally, I opened the front door and slid into the front seat. Getting myself comfortable after a long day of work I turned the ignition and drove my way out of the parking lot and onto the road ahead. The road does a little curvy line surrounded by trees to hide the building from the eyes of the highway, the highway of which I was steadily approaching. I then made a left and went on my way.

The highway itself is nothing special. Really all I do is travel along the strip for 30 straight minutes before heading off into another road and following that for 15 more minutes. It was boring, but every now and then I took to looking at the sights passing me by and felt at peace: the little pool shop shack hidden behind a compact insurance office, the local bar that had mild attendance at best, the omnipresent McDonald’s’ and Burger Kings and Wendy’s’. They were everywhere on the highway, but it was a necessary evil. Some people just hate organics. The sun was gradually setting over it all, gently caressing the horizon until the sky gradually allowed the moon to claim its keep of the day, the nightlights of the highway shining as I drove past, nothing I haven’t seen before, but it was nice to admire them for a while.

I turned onto the exit and slowly drove into a more suburban part of the county, more neighborhoods and the occasional children playing in their yards, all driven past with admiration on my end. The grass was more laid-out and plentiful, and the trees became more common, not to mention the plentiful stacks of leaves scattered everywhere along the roads, colored lovely shades of red and yellow as they always have. As I got closer and closer to my destination, the volume of trees increased, the volume of leaves following suit, enough that they were driven into a tiny tornado as I drove by them. Not many cars were on the smaller roads today. Not many people were wandering around the place. The forest was growing darker with each passing minute, the headlights of my Honda lighting the way home, beaming through the clutters of leaves that attempted to hamper my journey.

As I finally turned onto my road, the sky was now a dark abyss with only a few stars lit up in the sky. The trees were looming shadows over the lonely path, the leaves practically forming a complex pattern along the wayside. I breathed a deep sigh as I was coasting towards my final destination, happy to take the load off and enjoy the weekend.

Without warning, a large white-tailed doe walking across the road, stopping at the exact position where my car was, looking at me dead straight with her large, dark, illuminated pupils. Thinking on a dime, I slam the breaks as quick as I can and hold them for as long as I can until I finally come to a complete stop in front of her, thankfully no one was harmed in this event. Now, normally the doe would run away, never to be seen again, as most deer are prone to do, but this one…this one continued staring at me with its seemingly all-seeing eyes, not moving a muscle. I didn’t move a muscle, waiting for the deer to move so that I could move on my way, but it just didn’t. It was almost like it refused to move. Her tail swayed quickly as she kept looking at me unwaveringly. What did she want? Was she paralyzed? Fearful? Confident? I had no answer. I simply waited for her to move, yet she never did.

After what felt like 5 minutes of the deer simply standing there looking at me, I had enough. I left the car running as I put on the emergency brakes and opened the car door, poking out of the car and slowly walking up to the deer. Shockingly, the deer still refused to move, yet she continued watching my every move. I slowly approached her, not sure what I was supposed to do in a situation where a deer is doing the literal opposite of what it would normally do in this kind of situation. I continued approaching her, and the doe remained, eyes intent, and even a tilted head at one point. I finally got face to face with the deer, looking at her the same way she was looking at me. She then made a motion: a couple paces forward towards my position, continuing to eye me with an intent I couldn’t explain. Then, she licked her lips. Did deer usually lick their lips? Well, she was a mammal, and I certainly wouldn’t like to have a dry muzzle any day of the week. Yet, all these thoughts subsided, trading in for new, more frightful ones as the deer finally started to lean upwards on its hind legs, reaching out its front hooves to hold them up onto my shoulders, the deer’s face now completely parallel with my own. I was freaked out now. What the hell did this deer want? She wasn’t going to kill me, was she?

No, quite the opposite in fact happened. She leaned her face into mine, closed her eyes…and began going for a kiss. Puckered muzzle and everything. My brain now going on autopilot, all I can do is match the deer’s muzzle with my own lips. It all happened at once. The sudden feeling of a deer making out with you orally in the middle of a forest road, her lips connecting with mine, our tongues doing a small dance with each other, my arms inadvertently wrapping around the deer’s body and slowly going in to keep the deer close to me as we kissed under the night sky, the headlights illuminating our session clear as day with no one to see it. I kept the doe close to me as we shared saliva, my fears being dispelled by lust, not wanting to let go. Funny what this kind of interaction can do to you. Both of our eyes were closed, our lips smacking on each other, our bodies touching sweater to fur, despite the bizarre situation it all felt so right, and I didn’t want it to stop.

But it had to, if I wanted to get home. After a minute more of sharing different species’ saliva, I slowly pushed my hands against the doe, letting her know that I was good for now. The deer complied, slowly shrinking back to her feral all-fours stance, continuing to look at me for a little while. I continued looking at her too, with a warm smile on my face, and felt a synergy between us that I couldn’t describe. She then made a face as if she was smiling as well, before finally running back into the forest where she belonged. The crazy moment was over, and I could finally go back home. Breathing a heavy sigh to get myself back into my senses, I slowly walked back into my car, turned off the emergency brakes, and headed back home to finally relax.

My house was a quaint one, surrounded by trees just like the road. In fact, the entire neighborhood I lived in was wooded in, so many forest critters visited our yards whether we liked it or not. I was located not too far off from the entrance to the neighborhood; only a couple left turns pulled me right into the driveway of my abode. It wasn’t all that big; a one-floor robin’s-egg-blue house with brown shingles, and a small front yard and no backyard, unless you count the forest as a backyard. I slowly pulled into the driveway, turning off the ignition, getting out of the car, and heading up to my doorstep, a big sigh of relief filling my lungs as I was finally ready to relax in the comfort of my own home. I turned the knob and opened the door into my living room, complete with couch and TV with the added bonus of a shag rug, the kitchen further ahead with the hallway leading to the other rooms on the right. Wasting no time, I walked towards the couch, took the remote and began watching the news, hoping the white noise would help get me a good rest.

“Yep, Election Day isn’t looking so hot,” I commented out loud to myself as I laid down on the couch, hoping to get a good night’s sleep. That was, if the deer encounter hadn’t fried my brain.

Certainly, my brain wasn’t fried after the encounter, yet something more bizarre happened that night. About 3 minutes into watching the TV, I felt am itch coursing along my body. It almost felt like chicken pox, yet much less severe. I checked myself, and certainly things didn’t look strange, just the hair on my body was very thick. Must be time for a shave, I thought, but didn’t act on it. Then, the real problems started. Without warning, a tingly sensation formed on my feet and hands, as if I had sat on them for an hour. Then, they started to change. The appendages known as my fingers and toes were slowly shrinking, the palms and soles feeling harder and coarser than they usually did. My hair started to grow in places that I never thought hair could grow, quickly sprouting at an alarming rate. Now I was in a real panic. I flopped off of the couch, urgently trying to control this mess by phoning someone, but to no avail, as the appendages on my hands had fully shrunk, my palms slowly turning into hooves. I moved along the floor in a crazy fashion, though I slowly gained my footing as both my hands and my feet quickly became working hooves. During all this I felt the tip of my buttocks stretch, creating bones that didn’t exist before, growing fur that definitely wasn’t there before. My ears slowly transformed from mere organic ovals on the side of my head to ovals tilted at an about 45 degree angle, the top of my forehead slowly revealing the shapes of growing horns, my face jutting out prominently, stretching to fit its soon-to-be true proportions. I was helpless. I had no idea what was going on, but what I did know was that I wanted it to end.

The transformations continued as I started running around the house, thankfully not breaking or topping anything, trying to escape the house before anyone got suspicious of my activity. Luckily, the back-patio door was unlocked, and I pushed it away with my newly formed deer head and escaped into the woods. I ran at a breakneck pace, unsure what to do next as the transformation reached its conclusion, now galloping as I ran away from all that was wrong with me, escaping into the forest to do god knows what. I was a deer now, I could never be a human again. I had to live here, there was no choice. Get as far away from my old life as I can, leave it all behind. There’s nothing left now but to run and hide and forage for berries. That’s all I could do, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I ended up in a clearing in the woods, the leaves swirling with the passing night winds. I looked around, the trees casting their judicious shadows, gazing upon me with cruel intent. What have I done to deserve this fate? Is there no hope for me? Wait, could that be…? A light? A light at the end of the tunnel? A way to be free from all this madness? Growing ever closer, I gazed at it with amazement, wondering what it could possibly mean. I was so taken by this light, however, that I didn’t stop to think why the light was emitting such weird noises. Like loud honking. And a groaning moan from whatever the light was carrying. And an especially ear-piercing screech of vehicle brakes.