Life as a shifter isn’t easy. You see, once you start shifting, it can be hard to remember who you really are. You get so caught up in the experience of becoming someone else, that you feel like you abandon your true self. It is a double-edged sword.
Oh sorry. I should probably explain what is going on. My name is Eric Samuels. I am 19 years old. Never graduated from high school or had a romantic relationship in my life. But believe me, I am much more complicated.
I am a shifter. You probably guessed that by now. A shifter is a genetically superior human with supernatural powers that allow us to take on the forms of others by having DNA of the person we want to shift into. We can use hairs, saliva, or even touching their skin. We rearrange our own DNA in our cells and can mimic anyone. You might think that sounds cool but I never asked for this power, in fact, I never wanted this power. I could just be a normal college student like any other 19 year old, but instead, I am now under the scrutiny of the government and forced into dangerous situations against my will. Of course, it has its perks too. I can literally get into anyone’s pants that I want, and I do some cool undercover agent work. But sometimes, I wonder what could have been. Then again, I hear being normal is pretty boring.
I want to share my story, but for today, I just want to share my first experience as a shifter. For whatever reason, my power manifested when I was 14, and I will never forget that day.
It was the first day of high school and, how fitting, also my 14th birthday. I remember going to Central Peak High School that day and dreading my next four years. Of course, almost all freshmen feel that way, but I was really dreading it. I had always been kinda awkward and nerdy, you know, like the people that get shoved into trash cans, that’s me.
I was in my first class that day. It was Biology. I was feeling sick and anxious about it all. The teacher went over all the boring syllabus stuff and about halfway through class, I began to feel really nauseous. I asked to be excused and ran to the nearest bathroom. I could hear some kids whispering behind me.
“Ugh, I thought. Great way to start the next four years of your life.”
I got lost trying to find the bathroom in the science wing, but remembered where the locker room bathrooms were. I headed over to them to get to a stall ASAP and from out of nowhere, some athletic senior bumped into me while he was running through the hallways.