You can't believe it: your brother's a snow leopard! He's covered with blueish-white fur with dark blueish-gray spots, and sticking out the back of his chair is a long, curly tail that slowly swishes back and forth while he eats his breakfast. His school uniform, while looking similar to the one he wore before, now is a little bit tighter around his slightly-more muscled body, and has a v-cut, revealing a little more of his chest. His blueish-tipped, slightly-rounded ears now stick out from underneath his hair, which is still shaggy and red, just like before, but it seems to be much more vibrant, although that may be just because of the contrast to his skin-- no, you correct yourself, his fur-- color.
"A-Andy!" you exclaim. "What's happened to you?"
"Hmm?" he turns his head up to you with a questioning look. "What do you mean, Jesse?"
The rest of your family turn to look at him, then look up at you. "What's wrong, Jesse?" your mother asks. "He looks normal to me!"
"B-but-- he's a cat!!" You motion towards Andy and gawk, incredulous at the rest of your family's reaction. "A -- a snow leopard, or something like that!"
Both your mother and your father exchange glances, your mother standing up and walking over to you. "Are you feeling alright, honey?" she says, placing her hands on your shoulder. "Of course Andy's a snow leopard; he's always been one!"
You're not sure how to respond to this, looking back and forth between your mom and your-- you shake your head. You still can't believe that feline in there is your brother.
Suddenly, your brother jumps up our of his seat and runs over to you. "Yeah, Jesse! Remember how I used to pounce you all the time whenever your back was turned?"
Putting his paper down, your father glances towards the two of you and chuckles. "What do you mean 'used to'? I still have to pick up the furniture after you whenever you do that."
Sticking his tongue out, Andy giggles. "Hey, I can't help it! It's instincts!"
"Now, now," your mother says, glancing at the kitchen clock. "The two of you better go and get ready to head off, or you're gonna be late!"
"Okay, Jesse," Andy says, giving you a small punch on the arm. "I'll be in your car waiting!"
"Wait," you say, rubbing your arm slightly, "why are you in my car? I mean, you're still in eight grade, right? So we go to different schools, don't we?"
"Of course we do, silly!" Andy shakes his head. "But, remember..."
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