I stared into the pte of sashimi before me and was mesmerised by the skills of the chef. All the beautiful fish decorated with ginger. Each portion I tasted was a miracle on the tongue. I knew I came to the right pce.

  "Aquakin so hungrrry forrrgh fish not seen long ago," said the waitress.

  Its body was covered in a wonderful mix of fur and scales. I couldn't recognise her species at first gnce, but whatever it was I was happy for her. It had the widest smile I've seen from a restaurant worker.

  She had a tag that said she might not be fully communicative because of the phase of the Moon interacting with her post transition form. But honestly I had a great time talking with it.

  "I heard it's recommended for those who transition to preserve mental functions," I expined.

  "Hearrrd? You no do it?"

  There was something in this question that really stung me.

  "I can't really transition per se. Some health problems."

  That's why it was so painful. I might have been hanging on, but there were still moments when I felt trapped.

  "Ah. No worrry. What imporrrtant find good pce forrrgh you," said the waitress.

  "Thank you."

  I felt a dark feeling inside me that I thought I had extinguished. But it never happens easily. I tried whatever I could to extinguish it. To stop it from escating. I knew it could have ended badly if I did not do it.

  What did the waitress mention? That it's important to find a good pce for yourself?

  "Hey, do you know of any good, I don't know, support group for us?"

  "Yeah, have some cards. You no good, might talk to someone." She pointed to a card holder on the counter.

  "Thank you."

  I grabbed a card. It did not feel like a cure, but like a box that held it.

  "Oh, trrry our fish chips. We orrrderrrgh almost everrry no worrrk."

  I chuckled. "Fish and chips? Alright. I hope you have sprats."