I was soon woken up from my uncomfortable sleep by the voice of my father.
"Tom? Wake up!" he called.
I slowly opened my eyes, and saw my dad sitting on the bed, right near me.
"Leave me alone." I muttered. "I don't want to talk about it." I heard my dad sigh, before ignoring my wishes and talking about it.
"Listen. I know you're upset about what happened today, but don't worry. I'm not mad at you. I know that you're still not entirely used to your new body, and I can respect that." He then started petting my head. But upon his touch, I recoiled. "Stop!" I screamed out, possibly a bit too loud. Dad's hand jerked back, obviously startled.
"I'm sorry". I replied. "I'm just...really getting sick of everybody treating me like some kind of animal. I mean, I kinda am, but… I'm still a human on the inside, and I don't like how people treat me like a pet."
"I understand…" he said, followed by a sigh. "If you want to come downstairs i'm going to be making dinner." He said. Then, he