[ WP ] At night , everyone turns into an animal . You turn into something that should n't exist ...

It has been this way for as long as anyone can remember. We of this village are human by day, but at sunset, every adult turn into their spirit animal for the night. Many families turn into similar forms, and it is rather common that lovers find that they will turn into the same creature. At what age nature calls you an adult varies, but it is often a little sooner for women than for men. My sister first became a literal night owl at 13, while I am 19 and have yet to transform. Our parents are both birds of prey, an eagle and a falcon, so I assume when my time comes I will be a bird of prey too. 
 
 Night draws nearer, and I start to feel a strange itching. A wild thought fly through my head: maybe tonight is my first transformation! I put it out of my mind, having hoped too many times it would be my night. It is getting embarrassing, I'm soon the only one my age who does n't transform. The itching grows stronger, and I scratch absentmindedly at shoulder, only to be startled as I feel my shirt and skin tear. My fingers have grown pointy, and as i watch, my hand convulse and shift, leaving me with talons! My clothes tighten all over my body but before I have time to take them off the pressure lessens and I hear fabric ripping. Those were new jeans, even! I snort out a laugh at myself. My first transformation is finally happening, and I worry about a pair of jeans? Ridiculous. My upper body tilts forward, until I stand on all fours. I feel a little lopsided, but the feeling subsides as my senses acclimate. 
 
 
 I give a start as I realize that shifting into a bird of prey would hardly make me big enough to burst all my clothes. But, I have talons! What am I becoming? Something grows out of my... behind me, and I turn my head to see a yellow-brown tail! A lion? But lions do n't have talons. In the end, I make for my sister's room, she has a mirror. The door seems so small now. My sister has already left when I enter her room, she always opens the window in time for nightfall. I look in the mirror, and the griffin in it gasp at my reflection.
