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It had been a week now since Xala... Well, got his new body. That's how he frames is, he can't bring himself to normalize, claiming it was a week since he was born again. It's the combination of the absolute cheese of the phrase and how incredibly apt it was for him personally. He's been staying with Galasgey this whole time, while the camper was his home, she advised against battling with the elements so soon after, and recommended staying at her place for the week. Well, it's been a week and Xala is just getting himself ready to be escorted back to the campsite. It's gonna be the first time he's seen Took since it all happened. However, he is glued to his usual stopping point: The Mirror.

It's been a week, but he still jumps whenever he catches his reflection in the corner of his eye, still not removed his old mental image of himself in his mind. He can quite believe what he sees in the reflection; he feels it helps to just study himself to accommodate it, he's probably looked at himself more in the last week than he ever did when he was a Human.

He is covered in a vibrant blue fur, with stripes of navy blue all across his body, this extends to the four tentacles on his back which stretch over his shoulders to enter his line of sight. He rubs his face with his paws, goat-like ears as he predicted, but oh he has a bit of a roundy nose, like a bear or something! His bangs fall at the top of his eyesight, also navy blue, he notices! Something else that caught his attention; the inside of his mouth, his ears and the colour of his pupils are all matched this pastel pale yellow colour. Not that he was gonna grab a machete to find out, but he couldn't help but wonder if all his guts were a similar yellow?

He adjusts his knitted beanie and tightened the straps of his dungarees. These were his first new clothes and... Galasgey said she had gotten him colours to contrast with his new blue fur, but he can't help but notice his new attire is a vibrant pastel pink. With a pin in the hat, as well as on the harnesses of the dungaree straps being a daisy, the centre of such being a yellow which matches his eyes, ears and mouth. Galasgey argues that pink was "close enough" to being a contrasting colour to blue, missing the entire fact you have to pass by red to get there, it's almost purple! But honestly, Xala didn't mind at all, it looks good on him. He really likes the stylised pouch on his dungers, to resemble a night's sky with a little patch of a UFO in the corner. A little reminder he is a Monster now, an Alien. Yeah, it's close enough, he reckons.

He heads down the stairs where Galasgey is waiting for him, and alongside is her is a rare sight: Clothes! She's rocking some mom-jeans with suspenders over her shirt, which can only be described as having "Early Years teacher vibes". It's the most conscious you can be in a casual outfit, Xala reckons. She explained what this was about before, how Neptunian skin needs to regain its elasticity after giving birth, and it is unsightly to observe a Neptunian's skin in this time. Thus, in her culture, it's one of the few times Neptunians fully embrace wearing clothes. You can think of it as showing off a status symbol, almost. To publicly show, announce and celebrate your recent birth. Everyone's happy for you in this moment it's a surreal thing to the outside observer.

Indeed, on their way to the campsite, Neptunians would just stop whatever they were doing to just walk with them both and even just pull out wine and snacks out of nowhere. They would all comment on how nice Xala turned out, amazed even, they've never seen a Monster like him before. Neptunians must not take Monsters as their brood very often. But in this vulnerable time, compliments and adoration are very, very welcome tools of assistance indeed.

Well, it keeps Galasgey busy at least as they part ways when arriving at the campsite, and she disappears into the horizon with her accumulated posse. Xala arrives at a sight he's seen a hundred times before, and yet somehow his stomach cannot settle as he begins to sweat. Somehow it's all making him nervous. He doesn't know why, like as if Took would just go UUGGGGGHHitHH and then kick his teeth in or something, but y'know.... It's not a 0% chance! These are the thoughts that buzz around Xala's mind as he comes up to Took outside the camper getting ready for work. He turns around and see's the Thing he has yet to gaze upon his entire life, despite all the different kind of Monsters he's seen. Yet just from the way this lummox stands he knows, he knows exactly who it is.

-Well fuck me. He begins. The wonders of extraterrestrial biological science, ey?

Xala just giggles and kind of shrugs, he's kind of at a loss of how to even convey literally anything right now. Took comes over to him and grabs his face in that authoritative parental way, despite the fact the two Monsters now equal each other in height.

-Let's have a good look at you here. Took begins. You seem intact, skin doesn't take 3 hours to snap back. How's everything in the limb department? 1:1 movement? No like goopiness or...?

-Well technically everything's better in the limb department, I have 6 of them now. Xala replies as he brings up his four tentacles alongside him.

Took grabs one of them as he slides his grip down the appendage.

-Well, it'll be good for passing me my tackle while you're on the line at least. Took analyses.

If you need it translated, that aloof criticism is over 40 for: "Oh dear god, oh dear god, thank Gaia you're okay I was throwing up every night worrying about your state of being, if the wind blows a little too much right now I will fucking collapse and cry"

-Well she did a good job with you, I reckon. Took declares.

He then pulls back and then gestures towards a camp chair for Xala, it hadn't escaped his notice that this was a new chair, much wider, seemingly purchased or made just for his new body. He sits down and sinks into the fabric, making sure to practice sitting in a way that his new tentacles aren't too constricted at the back. Took disappears into the van and comes back out with two take away containers. Xala could already smell the Cajun chicken! He wolfed that shit down like his life depended on it. Can you blame him? To get another chance in one lifetime to taste this delicacy for the first time, after months of surviving on vague nutrients. Fuck yyyyeeessss.

After their meal, the two just relax and take in the silence for a little bit. It's good to just be back, vibing. After a bit Took breaks the silence:

-So, how does the new tinkerer feel?

Xala just pauses for a little while before replying:

-Accurate.

-Well... Okay! Took replies. I'd of thought you'd be more jazzed about it, like, what's it you young'uns call it? "Smashing up your egg?"

Xala, who also had basically zero access to queer culture, has no idea what the fuck he's on about. But he does ponder on the question a little.

-I guess I'd say I'm still at the stage of relief. Xala explains. I mean my body was melting to bits, for all intents and purposes I DIED you know? Only hanging on for dear life this past year through some kind of sheer will I never knew I possessed. It's been an awful kind of existing as this one life I knew could only be destined to end in a fizzling out, every time someone referred to me by my old name it felt exactly that, an old name, they were referring to a dead man and I had to cosplay as his physical stand in. I had mourned the moment I blooped into the truck that came here. It feels so good to be called "Xala" like I'm allowed to move on and everyone around me acknowledges what I've known to be true this entire time.... [XALA] is dead, and I now get to be Xala finally! Who is he? Does he like the same things? How much will people like his new body? It's anxious and exciting.

-But you're not like happy? Or euphoric?

-I didn't choose this, anymore than I choose my first body. It's not my first 50 choices, to be blunt. But.... It is mine, and I can't wait to get to know it.

Xala wears a huge grin as he says this to himself, even cradling it a little bit as he sighs with happiness. Though, this slumping is cut short as he shoots back to sitting up straight.

-You alright? Asks Took.

-Uh.. Y-yeah, I just need the toilet, is all! Xala explains. I'll just head on to the 'ol outhouse.

-Oh, have you got all of that sorted out? With the new body and all? Pissing and shitting, okay?

-Well, there's a learning curve, but I think I got the basics down.

Both Monsters laugh as Xala picks up his pace as he heads to the loo.

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Xala sits on the toilet seat after locking the door and frantically gets his arms out from his dungaree straps, as he pulls it down past his stomach. He can see it, his chest involuntarily coming apart as a huge vertical orifice starts to reveal itself. Beginning just below his chin and reaching towards his pelvis. What looks like his rib cage, starts to recede into his sides as a gaping maw opens up. His breathing accelerates, he knew this was coming, he knew when the moment Took showed him any kindess the urge began to invade his surface thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about grabbing his little white furry head and shoving it inside of him. Not because it was Took, it could be anyone, but he was near and he was kind and he needed him inside of him, to keep him as close as physically possible, to nurture him and to make him an image of himself, to feel him writhing around inside of him, he needed it, he needed it and if it couldn't be him it could be anyone, he needs it so bad so bad bad bad baaaaaaad.

...So y'know, this is all new isn't it! Xala has had trouble with these urges this past week, but he chalks it down to just the new body. It feels like puberty, which is mental cos he is 7 days old. Well actually it proves the other point doesn't it? This isn't day 7 of a new life, he is still in his 20's and this body has to content with the Everything of all those years lived, like fast forward on a VHS but with hormones. It's a lot, but as long as he can take this time to sort himself out, he's not gonna stress about it too much. He reaches into the maw with all 4 of his tentacles, exploring and feeling for his erogenous zones, this needn't be a horrific experience, just a part of the process of getting to know himself again. There's a himself again to get to know, did he ever invest this much time to himself when he was Human? Did he ever really have an orgasm before becoming Xala? Well either way the night goes by as he gives himself this one last gift.