Inheritance Part 1
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"Animal Mask and Paws." Great, this couldn't be good. A dark brown hood
of some sort was pulled over my head. There was thick glass of some sort
built into the eye holes and i could feel the leathery mask bulged out
away from my mouth to form some type of snout. Firm rubbery flaps
protruded from the snout into my mouth just past my lips and almost to my
teeth. Plugs also went into my ears. I could feel the mask tighten around
my head as the back was sealed close with the vibration of a zipper and
the click of a lock.
Everything in the clinic was amber. The lenses removed color and tinted
everything amber. I also could now hear what sounded like a refrigerator
hum coming from the direction of the kitchen down the hall. As I
continued listening to other faint sounds coming from the rest of the
house, snug stiff mittens were pulled over my hands and clicked on tight.
There were no separate fingers in the mittens of course but there also
was no separate thumb. They looked dark amber to me but also felt stiff
enough that I couldn't grab anything with my hands. As I opened and
closed my mouth with each astonished breath the snout moved open and
closed as well. The snout seemed to seal airtight when closed so maybe I
would be able to eat and drink with my new prosthetic super lips. My nose
seemed clear of all this and vented out the top of the snout.
The attendant then helped me out of my clothes. I didn't understand what
she was doing at first but there wasn't much to do except left my legs
and raise my arms. I might have objected but she was so clinical and this
was far down on any list of indignities. She then help into a long
sleeved furry night shirt of a sort that came down to my knees. She then
led me down the hall to the bathroom. She pointed out the bidet beside
the toilet and stepped on a chrome pedal near it's base to trigger the
water to squirt up. She left me in the bathroom and closed the door
behind her. I tried to follow her but the mitts wouldn't let me turn the
knob. I knew the deal. I scrunched up the furry night shirt to allow me
to sit on the toilet where I did my business. Afterward I used the bidet
with the foot pedals keeping the shirt pinned above my hips as I was
washed below. There wasn't a way to dry myself but the shirt seemed to
wick away the moisture and air dry quickly.
The door was opened and I was led upstairs. The door to the bedroom was
opened for me and closed after I went in. Marion was deep asleep and
snoring. I knew her snoring was quiet from past experience but I could
hear it from beyond the bottom of the stairs when coming up. Also, even
though the room had no lights on and it was pitch dark outside I could
see everything if only in Amber. The ear plugs clearly amplified sounds
and the lenses were some sort of thin night vision. I wanted to see what
I looked like in the mask but the doors to the bathroom and walk in
closets were closed. It also occurred to me that the night shirt that
looked like amber fur was probably really that bright yellow they kept
dressing me in.
I woke up to Marion screaming. It was light out and she was freaked and
pointing at my face. Oh, right, this might be upsetting to her. Maybe I
should have slept on the dog bed that was still in the corner. To my
amplified ears her screaming was loud. She calmed down quickly enough and
as she shook her head slowly I can see she was talking herself through
the likely reason for a masked man in her bed.
"I'm sorry George. You scared the shit out of me."
"imb mbomby Mbambiomb," was the noise I made. Apparently, the snout flaps
were tacky enough to stick to my lips when I was trying to talk and they
sealed closed every time I tried to make a hard sound. So a mb and
distorted vowels were all I had to work with.
"Can't speak again, huh. It's not that you look mean or that scary. I was
just surprised. I'm sure once I'm used to it it'll be cute in a chimp
slash doberman pinscher kind of way."
I nodded my head to the first part and shrugged my shoulders to the
second part. That's when her eyes dropped to my mitts.
"No thumbs or fingers either?"
More nodding. She tends to need to pee when she's been scared and she was
soon in the bathroom. When she came out I put my arm in the door so it
wouldn't close.
She was puzzled at first, her eyes showed recognition as she stated, "No
door knobs either, I suppose."
This bathroom also had a bidet that I, at least, hadn't used. So with the
door opened I scrunched up my fur and sat down to pee. Looking in the
bathroom mirror I saw that Marion's description was apt. I was like a
dark amber ape with a dog snout and pointy raised dog ears. The amber
glass eye holes were a little creepy but the rest could be at a stretch
considered cute, I guess.
Marion got dressed for the morning in comfortable leggings and a
sweatshirt and then we discovered together that all my clothes drawers
were locked except the ones that contained the new night shirts in the
top draw of a another new dresser. There were a few small narrow drawers
in the new dresser but after the first contained the leash and collar and
a second contained a snout friendly version of the pacifier, I
discouraged further exploration with grunts and head shakes.
Marion had been fascinated by the others social effects and in the case
of my female clothes clearly sexually aroused.The mask had the opposite
effect. She would hold my hand or touch my arm but is she glanced at my
face she would unconsciously move her hand away. We went downstairs
without me changing clothes. In the living room, as we called it now, I
sat on the dog pillow in the corner so she wouldn't have to see my face.
She sat near me on the couch and reach a arm over and scratched my back
as she watch the morning news. I'm sure she felt bad that I was on the
floor for her sake but she seemed to be trying to make it up to me with
touch then have me sit in her line of view.
When breakfast was served there was a bowl of water near the pillow in
the corner and since my snout couldn't drink from a cup even if I managed
to hold it I sipped from the bowl with my snout forming a flat wide
straw. Scrambled eggs followed that, I was able to pinch them with my
snout and tip my head back for them to slide into my mouth. At this point
I was glad that Marian was already not looking at me.
Now with food to eat and me cleanly out of view behind her Marian resumed
the one way chattering from when I had the pacifier in. She talked about
the restaurant and the food. The dessert bar and the real bar. She
mentioned that she wanted to go into town to get a journal. As she left
to get changed to go out, she invited me to come along for the ride if I
wanted.
I knew she worked out her feelings sometimes through journaling and I
also knew she would want time alone to think. I stayed at the house while
she went out. I would have went and just stayed in the car if I had
thought she really wanted me there. But as she got up to leave and caught
me out of the corner of her eye and quickly looked away I knew she needed
to work this out for herself.
I went into the entertainment room while she went upstairs. The TV was
off and I couldn't turn it on with the mitts. I just sat in the corner on
the dog pillow feeling too out of place to use the human furniture. Also,
I was less likely to catch her eye on the floor. I'm sure she was dealing
with guilt as well as some revulsion. I had heard her go up the stairs
and open the bedroom door. I heard it close behind knowing that I
couldn't follow now. I heard her as she walked between the bedroom,
closet and bathroom. I heard each time she used the sink, the toilet or
used a drawer.
She yelled goodbye as she left. I was so caught up in the audio
experience I didn't move to see her off. When she came home hours later I
was still in the same place. I had heard when someone walked down the
hall and left the hall bathroom door open for me. I heard people cooking
in the kitchen. I heard the sloshing in a bowl as someone walked towards
the room I was in before I saw them with a bowl of water and a bowl of
grilled chicken cut into bite sized chunks. I eat some. I drank some. I
waited. I heard the car pull up and Marion open the front door. She
yelled, "Hey Honey I'm home. I'll be up in the study."
I couldn't have gone into the study even had I hands. The door would only
open for Marion and it closed by itself. 'For beneficiaries of the
trust,' was the message I got. She came down a few hours later. She sat
on the couch and sat scratching my neck just past the edge of the mask.
She started talking, slowly at first.
"This is a lot to take in. I know this is hard for you. You need to know
it's hard for me too. I need to feel connected to you but the mask has
made that hard today. I think to connect to you, like this, I need to try
connect to you as you currently are. Not as George my husband but as
George the half man half beast. I'm going to treat you like half dog but
I'm also gonna treat you like you are half human. I'll be nice but I
won't feel guilty if I don't want you on the couch or in my bed. This
will have to be the way to treat each condition. You are still you in
each situation and I'm still me but our relational dynamics will shift.
From husband and wife, to human and dog, to talker and listener, to
sighted and blind. We won't dwell on the fact you used to have sight.
We'll accept you don't have sight right this moment and we'll adjust."
With that she patted me on the head, stood up and walked out of the room
saying, "I'm taking a nap before dinner, you're welcome to come in the
room but not on the bed." I followed her upstairs and napped in the
corner on the dog pillow. I had many objections to how she wanted us to
deal with the conditions we were enduring. But none of my objections came
with a good way for her to process each variation. I wanted her comfort
and sympathy for each thing I was going through and deep down I probably
wanted her pitty. What she was offering was more practical. To be in the
moment with me exploring each relational dynamic as it changed. What she
wanted was for neither of us to feel sorry for me. It was as good as it
was going to get.
I was awoken from my nap by sounds of footsteps, the door opening and the
clinic nurse whispering, "Come."
I followed her to the clinic hoping this was that last time I'd see the
corridor all in amber. She removed the mitts and then the mask. The air
on my face felt cool and refreshing. She wiped my face with a wet cloth
and then dried my whole head with a towel. I was going to need a shower.
She went and got the envelopes. Our dinner out had ending up costing me
almost 6 extra hours as a man/beast.
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