Try to Be Incognito

After learning your atrocious actions of the previous night, you felt like you didn't want to be recognized by anyone. You shape-shifted into an elderly man with a fine Roman nose, wearing a black jacket over a green shirt, tan dress pants and black, size-13 Daley Cap Toes dress shoes. Your eyes were the same color, and the wrinkles on your face seemed to make thick hammocks... You thought no one would recognize you.

You almost didn't recognize your own reflection in the small mirror. "This should keep me covered for a while..." As you listened, your old voice sounded like a ghost moaning. Your reflection smirked back at you as you now felt... undercover, and you left the apartment inconspicuously: as normally as you could. Your rapid footfalls echoed in the stairwell as you made your way to the ground floor.

Out the door you go, and you looked briefly around, trying to think of where you could go. As you walk along the sidewalk with other perfect strangers, you keep to yourself and not say anything. 'Okay,' you thought. 'If I just don't attract attention to myself, I should be fine.' But as you continue strolling aimlessly around one block and then another, for some reason, it felt like a hawk or a few were watching you.

You didn't think to much about it, but whenever women passed you, they seemed interested in you. The men and children, on the other hand, seemed nervous about you.

Well... Some of the men. But you didn't roll that way.

Finally, after an hour or so, you decide to have a seat. And as 'destiny' would have it, you found yourself sitting on a bench in a nearby park. Seemed as good a place as any to figure what you're gonna do about the sex-starved Mr. Hyde part of you. But instead, you watched other people walk to and fro on the paths, people sitting on the grass together, and people in general having a good time.

'Where did that part of me come from? What is he? ... What if he gets outta control...?' The last question worried you; the last thing you, or anyone else on Earth, for that matter, needed to worry about was another I.M.P. running around. "I gotta get back to base," you told yourself, and as you raised yourself up, a little girl whimpered and sniffled as she sat beside you.

As far away as she could on the bench...