Don't Kid Yourself, Bucko
You know darned well why you're here.
You didn't choose this genie by accident, oh no. You knew that you were trying to maneuver yourself here. Oh, sure, you'd never come right out and *admit* it, but here, away from all those prying eyes, and those open windows, and those staring houses, you realize that you darned well did have designs for this place.
It's the perfect place, isn't it? Just you, the jungle... and the tigresses, roaming somewhere around. Who's there to look? No one.
Who's going to see? No one. Sure, it'll take some getting used to, hunting and all that, but if you were honest with yourself, could you say that you wouldn't trade in everything you had in your human life for this lifetime of mating?
Make all the excuses you want the outcome of your destiny has been set in the hidden, restricted areas of your mind for weeks without end. This is the moment you've been waiting for you're not going to fight it. You're not going to pretend to cling to the values of decency and ethics that you wore like a false skin over the top of the beast inside you, displaying it proudly to friends and relatives but casting it off in those sleepless nights where you had the secret dreams!
Sure, for years to come you'll justify yourself by telling yourself that you've always been more of a tiger at heart, that these circumstances were forced upon you, that the instincts welling up within you even now were just too strong. You'll make yourself the hero, the survivor, making the most out of new scenarios. But mark these words, the last words of your rational mind before you dash off into the underbrush, following your sensitive nose to the warm and waiting tigresses. There will come a day when you'll remember human life--not yours, but lives you've heard about... the stories of people who did great things. One day you'll realize what you lost by running from your problems to this place... but by then it will be far too late.
But these are trifling matters to your mind. With nary a thought, you deem your new instincts too strong and surrender to them, dashing off into the underbrush, to the warm and waiting tigresses. So another tale in human history ends.
THE END
Written by Mr.Peaches on 25 April 2007
The end (for now)