I've never doubted shifting because my dad was a shifter for years.
He told me stories from his one reality all the time, about how he was a warrior that could transform into a giant black cat, called iekkrans.
About all the other clans of wolves and bears and lions, how he made me a princess that knew how to fight any man that tried anything with me. How the warriors fight with music and create it with the clash of their weapons.
He told me about a crazed princess from another kingdom that was so unstable you could probably find her running down a road naked and not be surprised.
He told me how when you married someone in this reality you formed a spiritual bond so strong that if you broke it, it could kill you, and that HE had his bond broken and barely survived it.
He told me about how in courting culture, the only way to win a mate was to prove to the father you loved them. And the magic knew if you were lying. He told me then about 2 brothers that fought for my heart, and how the older one won.
He told me about eternal cities that were created from exoloding worlds, how those cities were permanent and euphoric, and how if you dare entered one you'd never be able to leave again.
He's told me so many stories about the warriors of the universe and how they become stone cold and trained to kill EVERYTHING they're commanded to kill.
My dad is a fucking bad ass, and I'll never doubt reality shifting because of him.
