Shift prolouge

Prolouge
A slight breeze blew across her face and she took a deep breath of the stagnant pollouted air, a new day. She licked her dry lips and forced herself to dream, any dream trying to force herself into a deep sleep craving it. Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, dreaming for the woods, the forest. Green and fresh the light fitering down through the canopy onto the small dirt path, the slightly visable sky was clear and bright. It was unnatural of course, the constantly changebale British weather wouldont allow for such a perfert scene. She could feel herself walking down the path, she could feel the earth on her bare feet, the bark on the trees as she ran her hands across it, its contantly changing textures.
She was phasing in and out of the dream as she was too far into reality but unwilling to accept it. Rebecca gave up, gave a big sigh and rolled onto her back, she would just relax and wait for her alarm to command her awake. She pulled up the covers of her duvet craving the warmth in winter. She let her eyes flicker open and she saw that the window was open, Rebecca rolled her eyes and swung her legs out of the bed. Crossing to the window she was wondering who the hell had openend her window in winter, some of the snow had even got onto her window sill. Thats when she had a realisation, snow, she grabbed the window pane and pulled her head through it too look at the garden below and her eyes were not deciving her. There was a perfectly smooth blanket of snow covering the ground.
A wide grin spread across her face, she ran to the door grabbing her dressing gown as she swung it open. She pulled her arms through it while running down the stairs, tying the belt just as she reached the bottom. She used the banister pole to throw herself around it and she landed and carried on down the hall. She slipped into her slippers and opened the door. Rebecca took a few steps and stopped, standing there feeling the cold bite at the exposed skin the white harsh light refelecting of the snow hurting her eyes. Everything seemed fresh and clean, she turned her head to look up and the door frame, and on the porch above the door there was a small spiders web; which had been frozen by the frost. She could see all of the intricate details all of the relections and beauty in its creation.
Rebecca took a few more steps into the garden, looking back at her footprints breaking the perfect blanket that had been created, she smiled then ran across the whole garden. The wind whipping her hair out behind her the speed and air screaming howling in her ears. She soon found herself at the other end of the garden and in a fit of hyseterical giggles she fell to the ground. She turned to the side and put her hand on the snow. It burned at first but she moved her had through it like it was grass, bunching it up feeling the bite of the cold starting to set in.
Her parents obviously werent in, they would never allow her to just lie in the snow, they would panic as they usually did. When there daughter didont act the same as other children. They didont understand, she was like other children, other children got exited by snow, they would want to run and play in it make snow angels. Just because she couldont feel the cold she was to be denied that luxuary. She closed her eyes, she didont want to think about them now. She was enjoying herself in the snow first time she had felt in a natural enviroment for so long.
She could feel the cold in her fingers biting, but it wasont unpleasant it was just sort of there, like wearing a plaster, its not painfull its just annoying and you can feel it there. She wandered if she could just let it out a little. If she could try and controll the change, enough to let her indulge in the sesation without it taking over her. There was no-one around it was safe and no parents there to stop her.
She decided upon her form, her favorate of course which would be easiest to try and control. She formed the image of the form in her head, accesing the anatomy the skeleton of the form, layering up the form analysing. She focused on the paw, she flicked between images on the paw and her own hand and kept flicking between images of the inbetween stages concerntrating. Her eyes screwed up as she felt the pain start to burn in her fingertips, it was like she was being stripped away her nerves exposed to the cold.
She gritted her teeth as the pain ripped through her hand as she felt her whole arm strating to change her nerves exposed, it was all happeneing too fast. It was alreday up too her shoulders, she tried to breathe slower calming her fast pace praying that this would stop. She needed to learn to controll this, there was so much pain but it had stopped. After quite a while of deep breathing she openened her eyes. It was very strange seeing her human body and brown wolf arms sticking out of her dressing gown. Her wolf legs always looked so emacitaed, she didont know if that was a result of phasing or the differnet concoctions her parents were using to combat her 'illness'.
She didont know how to describe it, she didont feel normal, but she didont feel strage either. It was hard to explain, her difference felt normal to her so it was just a matter of peresctive. The burning sensation was rising again in her arms her nerves exposed, the change was starting to carry on, her concerntration wavering. it was starting to move up her neck and down her chest. She was panicking now, her body changing out of her controll. She took a second to consider the irony of that before feeling the change starting to elongate her mouth. Her heartbeat was racing out of controll as her muzzle strated to form. The pain was overwhelming now and she let out a scream which soon truned into a howl, it was too far now as her body strated to convulse. The change had already developed her whole face and was past her stomach. The howls grew more and more like whimpers as they covered her legs, the pain finally subsiding.
She lay there in the snow fully transformed, weak and defenseless. She let out small whimpers as she kept her yellow eyes firmly closed. She knew she shouldont of tried it, she had just convinced her parents that the pills were working, stopping the endless tests and trials, Now she would be right back into them. Now rather than earlier, she managed to settle into a sleep in the snow her body now not her own but of a small brown emaciated wolf. Surrouded by tatters of clothes. Tears strated to roll down her cheeks her breathing laboured as a lone wolf cried in the snow.