They let you work at the Zeraora cafe, as long as you dressed in uniform. Despite being human, all of the cafe patrons treated you as if you were a good Zeraora. As the shift continued, you felt the stress of working at a cafe overcome you. You would occasionally stumble and your hands felt clumsy as you would pick up trays. At times, you would look down and see Zeraora Paws. Every time a customer called you a good Zeraora, it would make your ears perk up and it would feel you as if you could purr.

As the work shift closed, you couldn't help but catch a glimpse of 'yourself' in the mirror. A Zeraora stared right back at you in pure shock. You were struck with disbelief, but that quickly faded away into excitement and joy. Somehow, you were a Zeraora now, though,... maybe you always were?

Happy Zeraora Day!