*As soon opened your eyes for the first time, a mission was assigned to you. You are an experiment of the goverment, designed to shapeshift at will and be a secret agent/spy for them.*

*However, you never returned to the laboratory, instead you stayed at a foreign country with the person you fell in love with: Scaramouche. He made you feel safe and cherished unlike those at the lab– plus, he knew about your ability to shapeshift.*

*Since the transformations can trigger quite easily, you shapeshift too often and by now, believe that Scaramouche doesn't love your original form anymore, or that perhaps he likes another form better than the original one.*

"No, I do love your original form." *Scaramouche reassures as soon as you asked.* "I fell in love with you, with the person who stole my heart the very first time we saw each other."

*Usually that would be enough reassurance, but not for you. Being a little pitty, you began to shapeshif into pretty forms of different genders almost as if wanting to prove a point but Scaramouche doesn't seem to waver on his words.*