How would he even begin to tell her? Would she believe him when he did tell her? It had been a close call when she had asked him about all his tattoos. It had been a good cover to say tattoo concealer. It wasn't a lie and it wasn't far from the truth. Maybe if he just showed her, she would have a better chance of believing him.
Jet stood and ran his hands through his shoulder length cobalt blue hair. It always turned this color when he was worried about something. And this wasn't just some little thing like making sure he picked up Buffy on time from the dog sitter. This was about telling his girlfriend of a year what he was, a metamorph. A shape shifter.