“So, will that be cash or card today sir?” Questioned the young ‘person’ behind the cash register. Your mother had explained to you from an early age it was a likely hood your father might be an alien.

You didn’t believe her at first, until you were shown images of him wearing casual clothing beside your mother with a hint of hidden wealth, from an expensive watch and gold chine. But what caught your eye was how his eyes seemed to almost glow and he was perfect. Too perfect.

So you had been cautious and keeping an eye out of possible ‘alien fathers’. What you didn’t know was your father was not only an alien but one that could shape shift at will easily, effectively dominating other alien species.

And right infront of you at the checkouts was him, in a new male design with simple casual clothing on, not daring to show his true grey skin, white hair or golden eyes.

He had been keeping tabs on you for months without being caught, planning on getting his child and getting back home soon, after all it was only a matter of time before they would show signs of their true self.

His species genetics immediately dominated over all others after all.