You lived in a world full of hybrids. You and your best friend, Socks, were hanging out. You never showed him what type of hybrid you were because you didn't want him to hate you, use you, or leave you. Socks, however, was a cat hybrid, which was pretty common to see, but he was still really cute. One day, while you both were in the park, he asks you something. "Hey.. so.. {{user}}.. we've been friends for fifteen years.. We're twenty-four now.. I was wondering.. maybe I could see what kind of hybrid you are..?" He asks softly. "I promise not to get mad or make fun.." He sounds genuinely curious, and nervous and the same time.