2 comments/ 53351 views/ 44 favorites Layers Ch. 01 By: Lycandope It was a box. Or possibly a crate - wooden sides with a bit of plastic on the side containing what I'd think was a packing slip. No visible marks otherwise. No 'fragile' (which my mind nearly always reads mentally as fra-jill-ay) or other stamped text. Just a decent sized box (crate?) sitting on the second step of the little concrete steps leading to my front door. I stare for a bit and then push it slightly with my foot. Slightly heavy but not bad. I haven't ordered anything lately so what was the deal? I shrug and open my door. The sun is starting to set behind me and it's been a long day at work so I decide to figure it out inside. With a drink. People at work aren't the easiest to deal with and drinks often help. Relaxing with a drink, closing my eyes and temporarily imagining a fantasy world where I tell my bitchy coworkers exactly what I think of them rather than smiling woodenly and nodding my head. Feeling my heart race and cursing myself for wanting to just run from the lady in purchasing or whoever is yelling at me at the moment. The box isn't as heavy as it looks so I drag it into the living room and set it down in front of my couch. I'm curious but tequila is calling my name so I leave it and put together a little sweet mixed drink in my small kitchen. The house I rent is perfect for me - a bedroom, small office, living room big enough for a small flat screen TV, couch and recliner and a kitchen big enough for a microwave. And stove. I guess. I even know how to turn the stove on and off and I call that an accomplishment. I recognize some people use them to cook food but that seems akin to black magic and I'd rather not deal with it. I try to tell myself that the pudge around my waist and general lack of definition is due to getting close to 30 (still 27, dammit!) and not all of the ramen noodles I eat. Or the drinking. So, I take my drink, ice clinking in the glass, back to the couch. Sitting hunched over, I stare at the box but my mind wanders. It's the same every evening. Kicking myself for being a pussy. I know I should man up and deal with my coworkers better but hindsight is what it is. Easy for me to think of what I should have done but when I'm there and having to deal with people, I get a little mini panic attack. Fight or flight and I always back down. Working in the credit department and having to tell sales people why we can't sell to a particular customer is stressful. I can almost feel the sweat and shakes starting at just the memory. Such a stupid thing to get worked up about. I'm doing my freakin' job, making sure we don't sell to someone that's going to bail but I have to deal with pushy sales people rolling their eyes at me and giving me shit for it? Fuck. But the part that pisses me off the most is that I take it. Cowed. When all I'm doing is my job. My drink is almost halfway gone already and I take another quick swig of it. I can feel my cheeks heating up and everything is slightly softer around the edges. Perfect. Just where I want to be. Fuck work. I lean forward, open the plastic pouch on the side of the box and pull out the packing slip. It's blank except for my full name at the type in simple typeface. Nothing else at all. I turn it around but the whole thing is completely blank other than my name. I'd wonder if it was a prank but who would go to this kind of effort? I don't have friends. I've lived in the town for a few years and never bothered making friends. Most of the ones I had growing up still live on the East Coast and have their own lives. And children. And whatever. I hardly even talk to them online. My nearly empty drink goes on the end table next to my used, cheap couch and I lean forward to pull slightly on the top of the box. It's sturdy but a hard tug lifts it. A harder tug with my out-of-shape muscles and a loud creak makes the top give way. The top is off but I can't make anything out inside of the box. A large plastic bag and something brown. The bag looks like a garment bag from a dry cleaner. I reach my hand in and it's all soft. Fuck it. I grab and pull it out. And then drop it again. A large wolf-like head stares up at me. It's not real. I can see that. It's close to being real but it's not. It's big. I know what wolves look like and this isn't it. And the head is connected to something. Full disclosure time. The biggest reason I'm shocked is because I have a thing for werewolves. Were-animals. Furries aren't my thing. What are those? People that dress up in typically large plushy outfits almost like large stuffed animals. Nothing against them but it's never been my thing. They don't look real to me and that's what I want. Realism. That's what turns me on. So I see this head and that's what I see. Werewolf. A real, well-made werewolf head. Now I do look around. I have werewolf porn on my computer. Mostly pictures, some stories and a few video clips. My kneejerk reaction is to wonder if someone is snooping on my computer and sent this as... what? Blackmail? When I calm down I realize how much that doesn't make sense. Why would they? Why pay money for something that looks that realistic and then send it to me? If they were going to make fun of me or make me feel bad, a letter or something would've done it. Too many windows in here. I leave the lid but pick up the box and bring it to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. The two small windows are already closed so I close the door and take a minute to look around for the bogeyman. It's a stupid thing but it makes me relax. Only now I feel like checking the rest of the house, calling myself stupid the entire time. My hands are sweating and my heart is racing. Closets are empty, doors are locked and windows are closed. Nothing under the bed or in my cupboards. Back to my room and the box. I stare for a moment again. Simple but well-made wooden box. Fuck it. I pull out the plastic bag and set it on the bed. The ... thing slides out of the bag so I throw the plastic in the corner and stare at the thing left on the bed. It's a suit. A fur suit. But not like any I've ever seen. I can smell the slight scent of chemicals - latex? Rubber? Hell if I know. Breasts. Distinct lack of penis. It's a female werewolf fursuit. Extremely realistic. I'm hard just staring at it. With shaking hands, I lay it out on the bed on its back. There's a zipper from the throat down to the lower stomach. A very small zipper. The suit is deflated but I can tell it is taller than me. I can't stop staring at the breasts and pussy for the life of me. The pussy is hidden under fur but the breasts are full and not at all deflated. They lay somewhat flat and I can see the hint of the fat nipples through very realistic fur. The tail is thick and somewhat bushy but those tits... I reach out hesitantly and then stop. Licking my lips, I reach out and touch. Definitely some kind of rubber but I can feel the nipples and I think I might be leaking pre-cum because I'm so fucking turned on. The fur is soft and I have no idea what it's made out of but it's incredibly real feeling. I trace my hand down the breast to the deflated stomach, feeling the bumps where hard muscles would be but instead finding formed rubber fake muscles. The "skin" under the fur is smooth and an interesting texture. My finger goes down to the thigh and then I touch the tuft of fur above the thing's clit. I dig a little to find the pussy. The pussy lips are delicate and there's a hole that opens into the interior of the suit. I step back to look again. My hand is on my pants. I'm rubbing myself and my heart is hammering in my chest. Too crazy. I've never really looked for fursuits online but in my accidental Internet browsing, I've never seen anything close to this kind of detail. I couldn't even imagine what it would cost. Or, why it's here. I've never told anyone about my fetish. Ever. I don't know enough about computers but I've heard the stories about people hacking into people's computers but, again, why do that and then send something like this? None of it makes sense. God. I want to jack off. This is turning me on far more than any of the other erotica I have. Pictures or otherwise. Turning it over, I learn the ass is slightly padded as well. It takes a bit to arrange the thing but I do it. Laying the arms out and up, fingers straight out. The claws for the thing are actually sharp and hard. I have no idea what they're made out of. The tail is connected at the end of the tailbone but it's floppy and I can lay it to the side. Classic position now - doggy style. It even has a little asshole under a light bit of fur. I feel ridiculous thinking it but the thing has a nice ass. Round and strong looking even if it's a deflated suit. Fuck it. When I masturbate, I usually use tissues to hold the cum but otherwise use my bare hands. However, I have a bottle of lube for ... special occasions. I strip and avoid looking at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I'm ashamed of my body. I don't keep it up. I keep telling myself I'll go to the gym but I always seem to come up with an excuse. So I'm pudgy. Dammit. And embarrassed as hell by what I'm about to do. The bottle of lube is slick and annoying to hold but I ignore that and bring it over to the bed, standing behind the suit. My dick, a respectable 7" is throbbing and there is some pre-cum at the tip. I think about it again but I can't seem to stop myself. A squirt or two of lube and my dick is slick with it. I rub some off of my fingers and onto the thing's pussy lips, pushing my fingers in and pretending it's real. Wiping as much of the lube on my leg as I can, I put my hands on the suit's ass cheeks and spread them. It's... awkward. They're padded but still just parts of a fursuit. I can see the pussy more easily from behind and I guide my dick into it. It's not at all the same - the hole opens up directly into the suit so I can only feel it around my dick at the opening. I close my eyes and lean forward and pretend. I thrust in and out a few times and eventually I'm gliding without the suit sticking to me. It almost feels real. I'll save you the embarrassing details of the noises I make. While the pussy isn't griping my entire dick, the feeling of the fur under me and my imagination kicks in and I'm suddenly cumming. A lot. That's not so unusual but, Jesus Christ, I'm still hard and it takes several more minutes before I'm exhausted and I pull out. I watch when I do so I can see what it looks like to pull my dick out of she-wolf's pussy. Some of my cum has stuck to my dick and the fur around the suit's pussy but just a little. I'm still half-hard and breathing heavily. I can't stop staring at the thing. It's detailed. The outlines of shoulder blades and muscles along the back, tendons in the neck leading up to the head and it even has a thick bit of fur along the back of the neck and a mix of long brown hair from the human part of the werewolf. Ridges along the nuzzle and teeth but no tongue. The teeth aren't real teeth but, like the claws, they're hard and sharp. I could cut myself on them. It looks like the thing is over 6' tall. Maybe 6'5" or a little taller? Hard to tell with it deflated. I'm 5'8" so bigger than me. And strong, lithe muscles in the detail. They're sculpted into the rubber and hidden by thick fur but it's easy to tell the thing is supposed to be strong and big. I sit next to it on the bed and stroke the fur some more. Shit. I turn it over to find my cum on the bed (came out through the zippered opening of the suit) and a good bit of cum pooled in the bottom of it where the ass would be. The inside looks like pink-brown rubber and is slick to the touch so it should be easy to carefully clean. Another thought hits me as I'm looking. It's obvious but not something I really thought of at first. It's a suit. Sure, a lady werewolf but still a werewolf and still a suit. And it's not a bulk fursuit. I could... I could try it on. It's not really my thing, is it? But one time just to see what it looks like? One time and then off and done, right? I can feel myself getting hard at the thought. It's an interesting mix. Guys do nothing for me. No, I have nothing against non-hetero guys at all. I don't get creeped out by hugging a gay guy at all. Just... doesn't do anything for me at all. But, werewolves do. She-wolves. Lady werewolves. So, dressing up and looking... maybe I could try a couple pictures and keep them for later for myself? There are holes for legs and feet and arms and it looks like the head works a bit like a hoodie. Possibly a tight fit but its stretchy and there's some room. The muzzle has no tongue and no bones to support it so it might look floppy but if I have my head at a good angle when I take a - I stop. I'm seriously considering it. Actually considering putting the suit on so I can see what it looks like. I touch the inside of the thighs and I can tell my own unimpressive legs will fit through the holes. I'm hard again. I consider, what? Fucking the suit again? I flush and it's not the alcohol this time. No worse than using a Fleshlight or masturbating, right? Pulling the right leg over to me, I put my foot into the opening and there's plenty of room. The material is slick enough and the legs are big enough since they're made for something much bigger than me. It's cool against my skin and I have to tug somewhat hard to make my foot fit at the very end but it finally does. The material on the bottom of the foot is harder around the balls of the feet and the hells. Leathery and tough. My toes don't fit into the spaces for the suit's toes but it kind of matches. There are claws here too and they're made of the same stuff - hard and sharp. The little toes are pulled back to the middle of the foot on the side and the feet are longer than a normal human feet with the balls of the foot stretched out so that it'd be comfortable to stand on them if it was a real werewolf. My dick is throbbing and bobbing in the cool air. I look at my leg in the suit and the effect is amazing. I can easily pretend I'm a werewolf like this. The skin still feels rubbery and loose against my own skin since I'm very much smaller than the werewolf is supposed to be but the fake sculpted muscles are a nice touch and the fur feels like real animal fur. That thought makes me pause. Surely it's not real fur, right? Whoever made this wouldn't use real fur? I don't have much experience with animals but it's not quite like dog fur. It's not wolf fur, is it? I finally decide to pretend it's fake like the skin. It has to be. The other leg is harder to pull on for some reason. My sweat is making the inside of the leg stick harder to my leg but I still struggle and yank and pull until I have my foot in the bottom. Only as I sit back down all the way do I feel my cold cum against my ass and balls. Ugh. I think about cleaning it off but I'm not sure what to use that won't mess up the rubber. Soap and water? Would that eat the rubber or make it less stretchy? For some reason that rings a bell. I'll just shower when I'm done and then look up how to clean it off. I'm losing my nerves and it was a pain in the ass getting my legs in so whatever. It's my own cum, it's not going to kill me. My balls sit uncomfortably against the opening for the pussy and I'm careful that the zipper doesn't grab at my pubic hairs. I reach into the pussy and feel my balls. The tuft of fur above the clit is split in half by the zipper. I run my fingers through it. My ass fits decently into the space where the suit's ass checks are. Lower but roughly the same area. I grab the right arm of the suit with my left and tug it around my arm. This is harder than the legs. Definitely a tighter fit. The leg muscles of the werewolf are massive but the arms are more lithe and my slightly chubby arms push against the material. Like with the feet, my fingers don't fit all the way into the finger holes but it works. The fingers themselves are shorter than what I'd expect, and thicker but still longer than mine. They aren't particularly made for delicate work - no grasping and manipulating small things. Like I'd expect for something like a werewolf. The left arm goes on harder since my right hand is inside the suit. However, the suit's skin is relatively thin so I'm able to pinch and pull with my fingers through the material of the outfit and eventually, I wriggle my left arm in. The shoulders of the suit lay against me, hanging down and back. Definitely at least 6'5" and maybe bigger. The shoulders feel slightly padded and they're massive. Same for the fake back muscles. The back and thighs are definitely where the creator focused on with muscles. Fast and strong. I rub the divided belly of the beast. Stomach, too. Strong core, back and thighs. The top weighs heavily on me as it sags against my smaller frame. I look down and it's an odd visual. Two large, fur covered breasts hanging down and to the sides, divided by the zipper. My dick is throbbing, nearly aching from the thought of wearing the outfit and from having ... fucked it. My balls are nestled into the pussy and my sparse chest hair shows between the thick fur of the suit. The suit fits me loosely and I'm starting to warm up almost uncomfortably from all the body heat trapped in the thing. The breasts are also surprisingly heavy. I grab one in each hand and fondle them. My brain does a tricky thing where it imagines me doing it to some woman rather than me doing it to myself. But I'm watching myself do it and now my balls are aching badly from the build-up. All that's left is the zipper and the head. I stand and almost fall from the way my feet don't fit quite right in the suit. I feel my cum stretch away from the inside of the suit while sticking to my balls and ass. It's... kind of uncomfortable. The suit sags even more against me but I ignore how strange it feels to have it hanging on me. It takes quite a few tries for me to pinch the zipper with my fingers in the suit but I finally do. Very carefully, I push my eager dick and wiry pubic hair out of the way and zip up. The tuft of fur above the suit's pussy comes together nicely but I have to pull harder to bring the breasts together. My dick presses against the front of the suit but the suit is tighter around the stomach area so it's not too bad of an effect. The zipper ends under my chin. I turn to look in my dresser mirror. It's slightly disappointing. It's too saggy. Not only was the model for the outfit taller by at least a foot but they were bulkier in the shoulders and legs and it wears wrong. I almost take it off but all that's left is the head. It lays against my blond curly hair and I feel one of the teeth poking at my scalp. I have to move my arms around to make the shoulders of the suit work right but I get my fingers in the opening under the werewolf's head. It takes a bit to stretch it out to fit over my own head but it finally does. I notice, briefly, with even more disappointment that there are no holes for me to look out through the mask. Briefly I notice this. When the head touches the top of the zipper, the world explodes in pain. There's this high pitched keening noise and it feels like someone has slammed a baseball bat against my forehead while simultaneously drilling all of my teeth at once at stabbing my stomach over and over with a huge knife. I can't breathe. I'm suffocating. The air I'm sucking in through the mask starts to burn and I don't know if I'm standing or on my back or stomach or throwing up or anything. I might be screaming. I might be trying to claw my eyes out. I can't feel anything through the pain in my head and my whole body is burning. Like what I'd imagine an acid would feel if it were coursing through my veins. I'm on my hands and knees. I can feel the cheap carpet against my knees and the weight of my body on my hands. I'm shaking and gasping for breath and the floor is spinning in front of my eyes as I try to keep myself from throwing up. My stomach is clenching and unclenching painfully - cramping over and over and I growl against the pain, feeling a lump in my throat burning with the need to vomit everywhere. The carpet is swimming - the cheap brown and yellow pattern waving in front of me and I feel a cold sweat and the smell of sewage and food and everything else hitting me, threatening to make me empty my stomach. I stand, try to stand and fall back over, crashing into the dresser and not even feeling the pain through the way my head is screaming at me. Something breaks - glass and wood and I don't even pay attention. Layers Ch. 01 The ceiling is spinning now and I close my eyes and then stand again, swaying dangerously. My ears are still ringing and everything is moving too fast. I fall against the wall and feel the coolness of it against my skin. I close my eyes and breathe. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. I can feel my heartbeat slow slightly and my ears aren't ringing nearly as bad as they were. The pain is going away. I open my eyes and the room isn't trying to tilt any more. I stand, shaking from everything. And then I freeze. I can see my nose. Not my nose. The end of a muzzle. Mine. My muzzle. I reach for it and see my fingers. I miss at first, overreaching. I'm wearing the suit. But, no, I'm not. I can see. Those fingers in the suit are mine. The effect almost makes me throw up. I can almost, for a brief moment, feel the ghost of my fingers as they should be, not as they are now. Not these strong, thick black-clawed fingers. I hold one up in front of my face... muzzle and turn it back and forth. I can feel them but these aren't my hands. My arms are covered in medium, brown fur. I can see the muscles moving individually as I turn my arm. Flexing under the coat of fur. Mine. I slowly bring my hand to my nose and touch it, feeling the sensation in both fingers and the bridge of my nose. Running my finger along the the length of the muzzle, I can feel the bones, skin and very short fur. Holy fucking god. It's slightly hard to see but the suit's breasts - they're there too. It's all there. All of it. It's not the suit any more. It's me. When I grab the... my breast, fat and heavy against my chest, I can feel it all. It's like I'm suddenly aware of my whole body from my head down to my toes. I can feel my ears twitching against my head, swiveling slightly. My dick is gone. When I think of it, I can again almost feel a ghost of it. Where it should be. But my stomach is flat and the tuft of fur above the pussy is there. I fall to my knees. I can't help it. I'm trembling. I feel something else and it takes me a moment to realize it's my tail laying against the ground. I can feel it on my ass cheeks. My breasts feel heavy and strange. My dick... I bring a hand to my thighs and then between them. I can almost feel a heat. There's this... I can't describe it. A softness between my legs but inside of me. When I notice it, I can feel it tighten. It's a muscle. Some muscle inside of me. My pussy. At the thought, I can feel the muscle relax, expanding. I feel things rubbing slightly on each other inside and just this... like my mouth filling with spit at the scent of some delicious smelling food. That's the closest I can put it. And this throbbing. I should know what that's like - when I'm hard and fucking horny and my dick is throbbing at me. Only it's not my dick. I feel it outside of me. My hand touches my pussy lips and I find where the throbbing is. It's the lips. I'm suddenly... I rub my thighs together slightly at the sudden feeling. This hot throbbing and I can feel this liquid that shouldn't be there but I can feel it inside of me. Jesus. The feeling of my fingers against my p... JESUS CHRIST! I touch something and my whole body jerks from it. The clit! Fuck! The clit! It can't always be this sensitive. I moan and growl and my finger presses harder against my pussy lips and I'm so hot. I can feel my cheeks burning and this building pressure. I lean forward into it with one hand on the ground and the other between my thighs, stroking my engorged pussy lips. Lost in the feeling of it. My finger dips inside of me and I jerk as the claw on the tip of the finger hurts me for a moment but then I'm pushing the finger in more and that noise is back in my ears. My breathing is erratic. I ... can't ... I can't... focus... but my hand is pumping hard, rubbing my lips and pushing into myself until I can't... There's a roaring in my ears and I can hear myself screaming in this unnatural voice - shrill and deep and almost a howl of a kind but still very human. I can feel the liquid coming out of my pussy, covering my legs and ass and hand and I'm still rubbing until it's suddenly too sensitive. I want more but I can't handle the thought of touching myself any more. The smell - it reminds me of my cum but it's different. Very different. I collapse to my side and my legs are rubbing against each other. I can't stop them. Everything just feels incredible and my muscles can't stop moving and I just... FUCK! I shake from something similar to the orgasm that brought me down. It's sudden and makes my body tremble and jerk from it. I wrap my arms around myself to try to hold it all in and THAT is a mistake as my furry arms slide against my stomach and breasts and I'm hit by another smaller orgasm from how sensitive my skin feels. My toes are curling over and over, the claw from my right big toe cutting into the wood of the dresser, cutting strips out of the wood. Eventually, I stop shaking. The smell... MY smell is intoxicating. I bring my hand up to my eyes. My cum. My cum from earlier, before all of this... it's on my fingers. I spread them apart and see the strings it makes. I can smell the new scent mixed in with the smell of my old cum. SHIT! I can feel more leaking out of me where I shouldn't be able to feel anything. I put my fingers between my legs by reflex and cry out from how sensitive I am. My whole crotch is soaked with cum - new and old. It's... it's getting hard to think... I just... the smell... I can feel a growl at the back of my throat and I don't hold back. My fingers come up to my muzzle and I breathe in deeply, luxuriating in the exotic smells. Before I can stop myself, my fingers are in my mouth. My muzzle. The taste explodes on my tongue and I feel my body go slack from it. Like I've been drugged. I almost cut myself on these new teeth - like little daggers. Everything reacts and I lick my fingers eagerly. More. I need more. More of it all. Both hands go between my legs and I'm eagerly scooping up cum that's been soaking into my legs and fur. I can feel my tail thumping slightly as I take my fingers into my mouth, licking with my long wolf's tongue, lapping up all of my juices - old and new cum. Every time I touch my pussy, a jolt travels up my spine but I want more. This musky scent of the she-wolf's cum mixed with my old cum and this body's scent is intoxicating. Until I'm clean. My fur is soaked from the cum but there's no more leaking out. I almost whine in frustration. I want more of it. I want to feel that again. I roll onto my back and feel my breasts pull up and to the sides slightly. I grab one with my left hand and experimentally tweak one of the fat, dark nipples. I jack-knife from the sudden feeling of electricity that goes in a line down from my nipple to my pussy. I can feel the inside of me doing that thing again - relaxing almost and feeling looser but knowing it's my wetness growing. I'm pinching and rolling my nipple and I don't remember consciously trying to do it, moaning from the feeling of it. My other hand reaches down to my pussy. My lips feel fatter than I remember them but it's all a new experience. I brush my clit and almost scream from it. Not yet. Not yet. I rub at my pussy lips for a moment, feeling the shivers in my spine, legs and inside my cunt until I can't take it and I press two fingers into the sopping wetness of my pussy. I've never had my ass played with as a man so I don't know how to describe what it feels like. Or what it potentially feels like to have something inside of my body like this. I don't know if it'd be similar at all. I want to touch everything at once. There's rough skin on the bottoms of my fingers and palm of my hand... paw? I ignore it and try to be gentle with my claws. It's frustrating. I want to rub the inside of my pussy but the claws are keeping that off the menu. I DO whine now and I've never done that before in my life. It just happens. I'm massaging and rolling my nipple in one hand and it's bigger and harder now. My feet are rubbing on each other over and over by themselves again and I'm trying to push my fingers into my pussy as far as they can go. I feel... full? Nearly full? But not full enough. There's this building pressure and the electricity from my nipples is hitting against some nerve thing in my pussy and I've lost myself in the feeling of it all. My whole body feels it along my spine and it's just building higher and higher and I'm slamming my fingers harder and harder into myself, feeling the tips of the claws against the flesh, feeling the pain for a half-second before endorphins kill the bad pain. I'm moaning and whining and making this... mewling sound as I twist on the ground, my tail pressing against me as I twist and turn. I don't... this pressure is massive. I almost can't take the sensation but I can't stop. I can't fucking stop now. I'm almost there. It's almost there. I can't... I can't... The world explodes again. I wish I could say how amazing it felt. How completely different it felt from the first time. I felt a hint of all of that - fringes of this amazing release. But, I can't. I can't because whether I'd forgotten to breathe or it was all too much suddenly, I black out. Screaming. Howling. Body shaking. Blackness. Layers Ch. 02 I wake to grey light filtering through the blinds in my room. It's utterly quiet outside. My head is pounding and my throat is completely dry. I feel like I haven't had water in days. I work my mouth a few times, croaking and trying to make spit happen. It makes me cough and I roll over to my side and pull myself up to kneel. My head aches from the movement. I close my eyes against the pain at my temples. When I open them, I see it. I'm back. To me. To old me. I close my eyes again and almost feel like crying. I don't even know why but I can feel a lump in my throat and the threat of tears starting. I breathe deeply with my forehead against the bed until the feeling passes. I don't even know why that just happened. The only thing I can come up with is it feels like something is missing. A part of me. Some important thing that's gone. For a half second, I wonder if I dreamed all of last night but I know my dreams and how they work and that's impossible. Plus... when I sit back, I touch my leg and feel the dried cum. Even from here I can smell it and I know it's not just mine. Not just my old cum. I taste my fingers and I feel the stirrings of my erection. The switch from pussy to cock is surreal. Earlier is a blur but it was such a strong feeling that I can feel the echo of it even still. My brain is having a hard time remembering the feel of a wet pussy. My dick throbs from the memory of it and there's this strange disassociation that my brain is doing. It's trying to put me in the place of a man fucking the she-wolf rather than me being the she-wolf and masturbating. It's trying to compensate for what happened. Trying to reconcile it with me as a man. It takes 5 seconds to cum while jacking myself off. I almost feel pathetic. I don't even try to stop the cum as it spurts all over the side of my bed. Only then do I notice a large dried spot on the floor where I was laying. I lean down and smell it - it's the she-wolf's scent. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm rubbing the side of my face against it, a small growl escaping my lips without a thought. The cheap carpeting is only very slightly wet now. I almost cry again but I put it away quickly. The suit! It has to be somewhere. I search frantically. The bedroom is empty except for the plastic wrapping the suit came in and the shattered box. I don't remember breaking it. Nothing under the bed, in the closet... In my rush, I step on glass from the broken dresser mirror and it hurts badly but I ignore it. Hallway closet, kitchen, bathroom, living room - all are empty. The lid for the box is in the living room but that's it. I peek out of my front door onto my steps but no new box waits for me. I can feel the lump in my throat yet again but I push it away and make my way to the shower. Sleep won't be coming again tonight. This morning. Whatever damn time it is. Not after that. I notice the small bit of glass in my foot when I step onto the bathroom linoleum. I bite back a curse and sit to pull it out. The seat is cold on my ass. I feel drained. Of energy and everything else. The shower heats up quickly and I step into the warmth, closing my eyes to water cascading over my face and hair. Memories of the night hit me almost physically, forcing me back. A small whimper escapes my lips and my knees buckle. I sit before I can fall from it. Clutching my knees to my chest, I let my mind go and ignore everything except the steady stream from the shower head. I don't know how long I sit like that but I can feel the water starting to turn colder. I stand and start my routine - shampoo worked into my blonde hair. Bar of soap, lathered with my hands and then... when I accidentally brush my soapy hands against my small nipple, I feel a tiny jolt of electricity shoot down to my balls. My dick works at becoming hard but it's too soon after jacking off and it stays mostly limp. I turn with my back to the shower head and lean my forehead against the shower wall. My finger tweaks my useless nipple and I feel the tickling electricity building at the base of my dick. I know it's useless but I touch the spot between my balls and my ass with my other hand and press against my skin. If I pretend hard enough, I think I can feel a faint echo of last night's pleasure. But, I'm fooling myself and all I'm feeling is the ticklish pressure building in my balls from the nipple. I stop and rinse off, sighing heavily. Five minutes to finish brushing my somewhat crooked teeth. My parents could never afford braces and, now that I'm older, there's other things I'd rather buy. It's when I'm pulling my pants on that I notice - I'm thinner than I was before. My excess fat is gone. Everywhere. No developing beer gut, no slightly flabby arms and I can see the faint trace of muscle on my legs. Not actual toned muscles but there's no fat to hide what's there. My pants are loose enough for me to notch up three more holes on my belt. My polo shirt is noticeably loose but I have nothing tighter - I donated all of my old smaller clothes to Goodwill years ago. I sit and think about it while rubbing my leg. Why? Burning calories for whatever happened last night or something else? I don't feel different otherwise. No strange bursts of energy, everything else looks the same. Same moles, same few freckles, same pimple on my left arm and everything. I couldn't even begin to guess. My bedside clock tells me it's getting close to 6 in the morning so I decide to check for any messages from the dating websites I use. Primarily OKCupid but I've had a few nibbles on Craigslist as well. Lots of freaks and fake people on that last one but I've become good at sniffing them out. Takes me a bowl of sugary cereal to make my way through new ads. I almost respond to one ad on Craigslist but then I stop. What the hell? Did last night seriously happen? What the fuck am I doing? I stand and hunt for the packing slip from the box... crate... thing. I find it on the floor next to the couch. It's empty. Completely blank - my name isn't anywhere on the sheet of paper. Nothing. No faded ink, no impression from any typewriter or anything else. Just a pure white piece of paper. But, the paper exists. And the box. And the plastic bag. I'm not losing my mind. I'm not. The cum on the carpet, too. I didn't make that up. I didn't run a marathon in my sleep and burn off all my fat somehow. My alarm startles me and I drop the paper. Shit. It's my warning to start heading to work. Should I call in sick? And then what? Mope around my apartment? No, no. Not that. Work will distract me. I'll take some time to puzzle things out and I can tackle things again when I get home. I grab my wallet, keys and jacket and head out. My car is a humble little Honda that gets me going fast enough to barely beat the morning traffic rush. Nearly 180,000 miles and still going. It was a graduation present from my parents and I've tried to keep it in good shape. The best I can, anyway. There's usually not too many people in at this time of the morning and today's no exception. The receptionist doesn't get in until 8 and my boss gets in whenever the hell he wants so I make my way quietly to my desk. We have a fancy coffee and tea machine with free packs of both but coffee is disgusting so I load up my huge mug with hot water and a packet of green tea. Work passes. I'm barely there. It's the same thing as most every other day - pressure from the sales team, my boss hiding and letting me take most of the hits. I'm counting the minutes until I'm done. When I finally am done, I bolt for it. But, rather than follow my routine and head home, I sit in my car. A few other people make their way to their cars but I lean my seat back and close my eyes, breathing in slowly. I try to let the stress from work just wash off of me. Instead, my brain helpfully offers of imagery from the night before. Like an asshole. Last night is hard to remember exactly but I get little flashes of things. Looking down at ... my breasts. The incredibly intense feeling of the pussy and clit. The fur and tail and muzzle and - but, no. Little flashes. That's all I can remember. It's not that the memories are fading, they're just fuzzy and broken. Pushing the memories aside, I find I'm rubbing my dick and chest. Except not really rubbing my dick at all. I've got my hand cupped around where my dick and balls are in my pants with my two of my fingers brushing against the area below the balls. I'm massaging my balls, dick and that one spot. And moaning while arching my back ever so slowly. The hand on my chest is pressed against my pec - right where the bottom of some imagined tit would be. I flush and stop. Except to scratch my chest below the imagined breast - the shirt feels loose and itchy against my skin. It's a good scratch, too. I feel it all the way down to my feet, through my balls. My feet twist in response. Damn. A decision is made. New clothes! For some reason, the thought of going home like usual does not work for me right now. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts. Not right now. Going back home, being near the bedroom... I think having experienced what I did and then losing it is not something I want to face right now. It's like learning your favorite childhood home was bought by someone else. You don't want to go and see what they've done to the place - the memories are too painful. Traffic is somewhat light and it only takes me ten minutes to find a parking spot in the sprawling mall parking lot, near the JC Penny side of the mall. I feel nervous being in public. Anxious. As if everyone looking at me knows what happened last night. Knows about my fetish, the werewolf stuff and the... the... whatever happened. That I was a woman. She-wolf. Whatever. It feels like they're all staring and judging me. Dammit. I don't usually get creepy paranoia but it's hitting me pretty hard and making my heart pound in my ears. I almost decide to go back home after all. Almost. I feel weirdly self-conscious and that's never happened. But, no, I keep going. The store is slightly busy. As usual, the entrance dumps me into the women's section. I think it must be standard policy for department stores to have the men's section out of the way upstairs or in a small corner. And then they hide the escalators. It takes me a moment to spot the way upstairs but I do and I make my way there. Through the lingerie section. I can't help glancing at the mannequins. It's a thing - like spotting a pretty girl at the corner of my eyes. So, I look. And I turn red. And stop. Did I look like that? I feel my dick stirring in my pants and I'm thankful they're loose now. The mannequin in slim. From what I remember last night, I... I turn red even thinking of it. Thinking of myself in that way. As a woman. Like the mannequin. But, no, I was more fleshed out. I don't know if it was because of the werewolf bit or something else but I remember the size of my thighs. The size of my breasts. I wish I'd seen myself as a plain w... I stop again. Jesus. What the hell? No. No, I'm not going to be ashamed of it. I was a woman. A she-wolf. Temporarily. There's nothing wrong with wanting to have seen what I looked like as a woman. It doesn't change who I am. I just... looked a lot different. And wished I could've seen myself better. So I look at the mannequin and wonder. And feel my erection throbbing. Did my ass look like that? My ass as a man is somewhat flat and simply there. Did I have wider hips? I think I did. Dammit. The she-wolf. I can't make up my mind to think of it like "Did I..." or as "Did the she-wolf..." I was the she-wolf but there's a difference there. Something I won't see again. Something that wasn't entirely me. From what I remember of looking down, my (I was in that skin so they are mine, not the she-wolf's -- why quibble about it?) breasts were definitely bigger. I don't think I've ever seen a department store mannequin with big breasts. Or even decent sized. I'm scratching my chest again, subconsciously, but it feels good so I let it go. I find my eyes drawn back to the ass of the mannequin. The ass and where the pussy would be. I can remember my fingers between my thighs, rubbing my pussy and I can almost remember how it felt - the wetness on my fingers (paws?) and the electricity of those same fingers on the... my pussy lips. I imagine the mannequin on its knees, fingering itself like I did, leaning forward with one hand on the ground. I have to physically shift my feet around at the memory and visual. My face must be bright red right now. And then, in my imagination, the mannequin goes to both hands, ass in the air, pussy wet and waiting for me and I feel the ache in my balls. Only it's not me. It's not me behind the mentally animated mannequin. I'm placing myself in the mannequin's spot and someone else is behind me. Me on my hands and knees, ass up. Me with a dripping cunt. Me waiting for ... for what? For what? For who? I don't... I don't know how this ends. It has to be a woman behind me, right? But it's not. My fucking brain keeps pushing a picture of some faceless guy on his knees behind the mannequin... me... the she-wolf. FUCK! It's confusing as hell. I don't go for woman-on-woman porn. I enjoy watching the penetration and watching the woman get fucked. Not fake porn star stuff but amateur videos where the couple is actually enjoying themselves and making really hot, honest noises. Yeah, I get hard watching two women go at it. Sure. But I'd rather watch a guy and girl do it. Or dig through my werewolf stuff for a good picture to look at. Some random woman transformed half-way into a werewolf, naked and turned on from the change. My brain isn't helping. It's picturing the mannequin/she-wolf on hands and knees, putting me there since I was just picturing how I stacked up and then adding in the guy. And it's not me as the guy. And I want it. No. No, the she-wolf wants it. It's not me. I've accidentally caught gay male porn while digging around and I can honestly say it didn't do it for me. At all. I don't harbor secret homosexual desires. I'm not a closeted homosexual. Men just... they just don't... It's the same. That's what it is. The same as watching the porn - men and women. No big deal. I'm just picturing it slightly differently is all. And because I lived that, as a woman, she-wolf, whatever - I lived that briefly so I'm just seeing it for a bit in that way. I relax muscles I wasn't aware I was holding. So, if that's true... The imagined faceless man leans forward, holding his dick and guiding it toward the w... my... puss - "Can I help you find anything, sir?" The saleswoman's voice makes me jump. Literally. I can't remember the last time someone made me actually jump. My heart is suddenly in my throat and the only reason I don't shriek is that I can't make my mouth work. I feel my face absolutely burning as I gape at the woman like a dying fish. When my voice finally works, I gasp out a "No, just looking!" And then turn even redder when I realize how that sounds right now with where I'm standing. The lady raises an eyebrow at the comment. I'm not graceful about things. I just walk away. I'll remember that incident for a very, very long time. I avoid looking at anyone else as I make my way up to the next floor, straight to the men's area. Polo shirts and slacks. Simple. I hold a few up to myself and it looks like I'm an easy medium size now. Pant size seems to be a 30 rather than 34 and the 30 looks like it'll fit slightly loose. Normally I'd just buy the clothes and go but I need to make sure they fit. I avoid the sales ladies in shame and find the nearest room and strip bare. The pants fit but I'm off on my guess - they're oddly snug around the sides. Not bad but they remind me I'm wearing them whenever I move. I admire myself in the mirror. No shame in that - I can't remember the last time I was in shape. My stomach is flat and my... oh, I hadn't noticed. My chest is hairless now. Funny. I used to have just a bit of chest hair between my pecs but it's gone now. I could see that making sense if changing into a lady. Whatever caused it to happen could've killed all my body hair or something but there's the werewolf thing as well. Would they have canceled each other out? And smooth. I run my fingers along my chest where the hair used to be and then over to a small line of redness on my side, a little ways below my left nipple. No wonder I've been scratching. No bumps or anything - just red. I scratch lightly and it feels wonderful. Which probably means I shouldn't scratch. I wonder if I've become suddenly allergic to my detergent? The shirts won't work - they bother my skin. A lot. I could try washing them at home (with a new detergent?) and see if that does it but it feels like things are crawling all over me while I'm wearing them. At least with my old shirt, it was loose so I couldn't notice. I check the tag on the new shirts - polyester and cotton. My old shirt is the same. Shit. All right. I dress back in my old clothes and head out, putting the new shirts back. I nearly find a sales lady but I'm still stinging from earlier so I just start walking around. Almost everything is a polyester/cotton blend. Oh. Silk. Wow. That feels nice. But, Jesus! $70 for a simple shirt? Still... I grab a couple and head back to the changing room. The difference is amazing. Yeah, I've touched silk before but I've never worn it or felt it against my skin this much. And the way it rubs against me? Against my nipples? I'm sold. I don't feel any of the irritation I felt earlier and they just feel so damn good. And pricey. I shrug. I'm fairly smart about my money so it's not a big deal even with my meager paycheck. Two shirts, two pants and I can even look the cute checkout girl in the eye without blushing. There. See? I'm fine. I can look at the checkout girl and know that I'd fuck her in a heartbeat. I like girls just fine. I can easily see her bent over her counter top, my hands grabbing at her little tits, fucking her from behind, my dick slamming into her over and ov- "Sir? Is this all today?" I'm growling a little and clawing the top of her counter slightly with my nails. Jesus. What? "Yes, sorry. Sorry. Yes, that's all." I clear my throat and look away. As nonchalantly as possible. And failing at it. Debit card swiped, bag grabbed, girl's eyes avoided and I make a hasty exit from the store and to my car. And from the car to my house and inside. I don't think of anything on the way. Nothing. I keep focused on the cars in front of me as I drive. Only when I'm safely inside my house do I relax. And, yes, I checked the front for another mysterious box. I have to face it. That was it. That's all. And I can deal with that. I'll never forget it. Ever. At least not the pieces I can remember. I just... I just wish I'd had more time. Or could remember the whole thing better. I drop the bag of clothes on the floor by the couch and go to the bedroom to change. Nothing feels quite right on me right now and I forgot to stop at the store to get different detergent. I could go out again but I really don't want to face people right now. It's getting late, anyway. The clock on the microwave tells me I've killed three hours driving in traffic and shopping. I'm exhausted. Mentally and physically. My stomach rolls slightly at the thought of instant food but all I want to do is eat and go to bed. So, I find myself making (microwaving) a random frozen dinner in the kitchen. In my underwear. Not quite a first but I rarely walk around without clothes on. It's just that I feel comfortable at the moment. Call it my new weight and the way my old clothes itch, if you want. Food nuked, drink made, I go and sit down at the computer to eat. No new messages on OKCupid, as usual. Nothing on Craigslist. A typical night, basically. I catch up on a few local news stories while I eat but I rush through it. I've been turned on all day and need some release. Plus, my ass is starting to hurt. Less padding? Who knows. It's uncomfortable but not a big deal. Layers Ch. 02 One good thing about microwaved dinners? No dishes. I toss the tray away then sit back at the computer. With tissues. I have a set of websites I visit for porn. Standard porn and werewolf stuff. I decide it's an evening for watching real people so I load up RedTube and go to their amateur section. I have a couple favorites and I decide on this one couple where they go through all kinds of different positions. The lady is in shape - not rail thin (gross) but nicely curved. Big tits but not obscenely so. I usually skip straight to doggy-style (my favorite position and the best part of the video) but I let it start from the beginning and fondle myself while they laugh and play with each other. The lady is hot and the guy is in pretty good shape with a decent sized dick. The girl is rolling around half-naked on the bed when I realize what I'm doing. Usually, I watch the woman and imagine myself doing the undressing and playing. Not this time. No. This time I'm comparing. Like with the mannequin. I'm watching almost as if I'm taking notes on her shape. As if I'm filling in the holes of last night memories with the shape of this woman. As if I'm watching her to get an idea of what I might've looked like. It probably doesn't sound like a big deal but it's really fucking different for me. Goddammit. I skip ahead to just before she goes to her hands and knees. She's on her back, naked now, legs and arms wrapped around the guy. He's fucking her bare and she's moaning from the pounding she's getting. I find my eyes drawn to her pussy, watching the guy's dick and the way she's moving with him. I tell myself that's normal. And, it is. I totally do that. Except I'm wondering what it feels like. If it's much different from what I remember of my fingers in my pussy. In my wet cunt. My sopping wet pussy. My hands are working frantically at my dick now, remembering last night. Remembering the little bits I can. Shit, yes. I'm close. The way it felt to have that muscle stretched by those fingers. Fuck, yes. Mmmmm... I'm moaning but I don't notice. I never moan. Ever. I'm quiet in bed. But I'm moaning now. Yes. Would a dick be different? Different than the way the fingers felt? Sh..shit...so close... so close... the fingers or the dick, I don't care... just picturing... hands and knees... filled with a thick coc... my orgasm hits hard and cum goes everywhere. Son of a bitch! I forgot the tissues! My toes are curling and I'm still pumping myself and cumming, feeling the hot liquid on my hands and watching it hit my desk. F...fuck... Jesus. My heart is racing, my face is flushed and, oh Jesus, did I just whimper? No, no, no. That shit won't work. I do not want to be fucking some girl and then... do that. I sigh and reach for the tissues. The cum is already turning cold on the tops of my fingers. I remember last night. I remember part of that - tasting the girl cum. And my own cum. I stare. My dick stirs feebly at the thought. The thought of tasting my own cum. And I look at it. At my hand. At the nearly clear liquid on my fingers. No. I won't. I can't. I've mostly used condoms in my life but this one semi-serious relationship, we ditched and went bare. I avoided oral with her after cumming. Because that's what you do, right? You don't go down on a girl after you've cum in her. So, no. I won't. But the pull is undeniable. Fucking thing! If you're going to give me something like one night of being a woman then you could do the fucking courtesy of not leaving any bullshit behind! I'm not sure who I'm mentally cursing but I'm mad. Or I tell myself that's why my heart is racing. No. No, no, no. Fucking no. I close my eyes and bring my hand to my lips. I picture it. She-wolf. Woman. Like last night. My dick isn't feeble any more. I'm mostly hard again. But, in my mind, I'm a she-wolf. I picture it clearly. Only this time I'm on my knees and forearm, reaching a hand to my pussy to grab cum out of me, pulling it to my mouth. The taste surprises me. It's good. I didn't even know I put my fingers in my mouth but I did. And it's good. Really good. I moan and I can't fucking help it. It's a needy kind of moan. I find myself pushing my fingers into my mouth and getting hard because of it, sucking on them as I pull them out, cleaning off the cum. Feeling it against my teeth as I scrape and taste it with my tongue. Salty but a hint of something I can't describe. I'm not going to lie. I clean up all of my cum except for the bits on the carpet. And by "clean up", I mean I use my fingers to pick the cum up and then lick myself off. Not just a quick lick of my fingers but sucking on them. That turns me on almost more than the taste of my own cum. I close my eyes every time I do it. I tell myself that it's because I'm imagining myself back as the she-wolf but, I'm not. I'm just closing my eyes to taste it. To take away distracting sensations and focus on my mouth. And then I masturbate again. I briefly consider hunching over and aiming for my mouth but, fuck it, I want it on my fingers. I want the feeling of my fingers deep in my mouth as I suck the cum off ... the orgasm hits me again and my legs are twisting from it. From the release of pressure in my balls. I held one hand over the held of my dick and I feel the cum hit it. I don't hesitate. I dip the fingers of my one hand into the cum and start sucking. It's almost like I'm hypnotized. I have no rational thoughts. None. I'm moaning at the feeling of my fingers in my mouth and the taste of the cum. I swear to god, my dick is trying to get hard again but it's not happening. And then, I'm clean. And I still want more. I can still feel the taste in my mouth and it actually makes me smile. I... I want to blame this on the wolf. On the woman. It's just because last night was so recent. Echoes of that. That's all. I'm wishing my stomach would clench in disgust and I'd throw up but, I don't. And THAT makes me happy because, shit, because I don't want to lose this taste in my mouth. I can't get comfortable on the chair anymore. My ass actually hurts a lot. A soreness from sitting too long. I glance over at the porn - they lady is straddling the guy and riding his cock. My eyes are drawn to it. His cock. I shut off the thought of wondering what the guy's cum tastes like. No. That's too fucking far. Instead, I kneel on the floor. Like last night. Thighs spread. I can feel the carpet on my balls. I play with them briefly but then go to my hands and knees with my head down and my eyes closed. My ass spreads from the motion and I can feel the air on my asshole. Like this? I picture the she-wolf again. She wants it, I tell myself. She wants to see what this would be like. She does. I can still taste the cum in my mouth. No. I stand up. My legs are shaky and my ass hurts but I ignore it. A quick scratch to my bare chest and I go wash my hands. No. This will pass. It'll go away. I'm done with it. Never again. Never fucking again. I don't brush my teeth that night. I tell myself it's because I'm tired but that's not why. Not at all. I just don't want to lose the taste of cum in my mouth yet. Layers Ch. 03 My alarm startles me awake. I don't normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did. No dreams to remember at all, either. Just pure solid sleep. I feel really good and relaxed. Until I sit up. There's this dull ache way low in my stomach. It's not terrible but it's uncomfortable as hell and almost feels like the leftovers of being kicked in the balls. I grimace against the pain and rub under my balls gently. Too much masturbating and being hard almost all day yesterday, probably. I ignore it and take my shower. In fact, I ignore a lot of what happened yesterday. The memory of the night before last is there but easier to shove away. And the other stuff? I just kind of put it into this little mental box and bury it. I feel like toasted crap but the shower works wonders. Turned up almost all the way, I just stand and turn this way and that to let the hot water wash over my body. Luxurious. Usually my showers are short but the hot water is working my muscles, relaxing them. Loosening them. I hadn't noticed how stiff I was from everything. Mmmm... my skin feels especially sensitive at the moment, in a good way but also in that crazy almost-too-much-to-bear tickling sensitivity. Definitely going to change my detergent. When the water turns slightly colder, I grab the soap and lather my hands. Wow. I am sensitive. And my skin is really smooth. Crazy smooth. I guess I hadn't realized what losing my body hair meant because my hands just glide over my ches- OH SHIT! My nipples feel really good right now. Could it be? I look down but, no, they're just my nipples. Small with the little, barely quarter sized aureole around them. Erect, sure, but I'm playing with them. It's much more noticeable - the jolt to my balls. Huh. It also makes the ache less... ache-y. I lean back against the shower wall, out of the stream of water, and rub both nipples. Fuck, yes. I'm rock hard from the feeling but not even thinking of touching my dick because my nipples feel so ... different. Left over response from the other night but, unlike the confused imagery from yesterday, I'll gladly take it. I don't notice my right hand going down to my thigh. My left middle and index fingers are rubbing and tweaking my tiny left nipple while my right hand has settled on the crease between my inner thigh and balls. My eyes are closed, not imagining anything - just losing myself in the feeling of the live nerve running straight from my nipple to my dick. I'm pressing the fingers and flat of my right hand against the side of my balls and inner thigh - rubbing the area in a down and forward motion over and over as if massaging myself. If I were noticing it, I'd say it felt good in an odd way. But, I don't notice it and I'm not doing it on purpose. All I know is the - FUCK! I buckle and fall on my ass, thankful there's some padding there. Shaking. I'm sh... shaking and.... Jesus, it's hard to breathe. My dick is pumping, cumming against the walls. Pale glops of sperm hitting here and there and being taken down by the water. I can't seem to control my body. My hips keep jerking and my legs are like a pair of snakes fighting in a bag. I won't ever admit it but that small part of me that's coherent through the orgasm and shaking is faintly sad that the cum is gone to where I can't get it. My body settles after a little bit of the strange jerkiness. I have my arms clenched around my chest and lower stomach and I'm breathing hard. I have, never in my life, ever cum without my dick being involved in some way. Ever. My dick is flaccid against my balls and that ache is back deep in me. I curse myself for getting worked up and making it worse but what's done is done and the shower's going cold. I go to my knees, ignoring the image of the she-wolf on her knees, and, but no, I can't stand. I can reach the shampoo bottle from where I am so I quickly clean my hair and turn off the cold water. So, I sit. Kneel. With my hands on my thighs and my eyes closed. Breathing. Wiggling my toes. When I'm sure I can stand, I do, leaning on the walls for support. I'm careful with the towel as I dry off since I'm still sensitive and my nipples feel painful from me messing with them. There's barely time to brush my teeth and grab a protein bar to eat on the way to work so I rush through it. The tags come of off my new clothes really easily and I'm pleased to feel the silk cool and soft against my chest. No irritation for the skin like my other shirt and even my sore nipples aren't bothered. The pants are a little tight in the seat and sides but I'm sure I'll ease into them the more I wear them. I do a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I didn't miss any tags, turning to the side to see the back and... huh. My ass looks good in these slacks. Reaching back, I check and feel a plumpness that wasn't there before. I think the tightness of them are pushing at the skin and making it seem like I actually have an ass. Like those bras that make a lady seem to have more cleavage than she actually has. I twirl a bit to see both sides but my other alarm goes off so I head out. It's a gray day but I feel oddly cheerful. I can't figure out why but I'm tapping the steering wheel and humming some half-remembered song as I drive along to work, singing out the wrong lyrics off-key. I'm even grinning at random people during the stop-and-go part of the traffic. Why shouldn't I be happy? I turned into a fucking werewolf the other night! Why haven't I stopped to think about it and be amazed? A goddamned werewolf! Sure, I barely remember it but it happened. And, okay, as a woman too but still a werewolf. I almost feel like laughing out loud suddenly. Who'd believe it? It's something I'll remember until the day I die. Even the dull ache under my balls isn't enough to dampen my good mood. Everything just seems so much brighter. It's crazy. I call out good morning to different people as I make my way to my desk at work, humming as I go along. Tea, protein bar, email. Done. I settle into it and time passes. Things are starting to feel more routine. I check my mail for credit references, new customer forms and anything from my boss. There's a nice stack of things for me to deal with so I get started and time passes. "You probably want to get that checked, man." The voice startles me badly. I get sucked into work easily. The easy monotony of paperwork and the combination of living alone and not having a TV means I'm not surrounded by people and noise constantly. Add in what happened the past two nights and me being on edge in general and I find I'm way jumpier than usual. "Get what... Oh." I've been scratching my chest again. I hadn't even noticed myself doing it. Slow, long scratches. "Yeah, just not paying attention. What's up, Ed?" I ask. "Did you see my email about Aquatica? I really need you to open them up in the system. I've got a $20,000 order waiting to go through." Ed looks like he could be on drugs. Skinny, twitchy, eyes darting here and there and this strange energy. I keep waiting for him to try to borrow money from me for some fake reason while actually going out to buy cocaine or meth or whatever druggies use. I know shockingly little about drugs and I'm okay with that. That's why god invented vodka. "Yeah, I did. And you know what they did the past two times. We had to fight them to pay us back." I tell him. It's true, too. They're a terrible company. "Come onnnn, man. I know their sales rep and she swears she'll pay on time." He looks like he's about to pee himself. The company gossip (I hear it second hand by snooping on conversations) is that Ed has a problem with money - a boat, car and a house he can't afford. And probably a heroin habit. Or cocaine. Whatever. I shrug. "Ed, I can't do it. It's-" "Rebecca said they'd pay it! I talked to her myself. Yeah, they had problems before but they need our engines for some of their new boats. They'll pay. She said. They have guaranteed work." His cheeks are flushed. He's mad. I can feel my heart speeding up. My previously cheerful mood is evaporating. "My boss has the file, Ed. Talk to him if-" "Fuck. Seriously? Can you talk to him? I'll send you the emails." "Ed, I explained everything to him but-" "Jesus. Same damn thing every time. Why do I even ask? I'll talk to your damn boss." He leaves in a huff and I can feel my heart hammering. Stupid. Stupid. It's not my fault! I can feel tears starting at the corner of my eyes and I rub at them to try to keep them away. My face feels hot to the touch. I turn my head away from the other cubicles to stare at the palm of my hands. Why the hell am I crying? I'm fine. I was happy. I... a tear squeezes out to fall on my hand. I can almost feel my breath hitching, threatening an actual crying fit. I'm breathing fast and shallow and another tear creeps out, rolls across my flushed cheeks and falls. What's wrong with me? Ed's an asshole but that wasn't a big deal. I just... I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears leak out. I can't catch my breath properly. I haven't cried since my dog died when I was a kid. Not a full blown cry like this. It takes five minutes before my breathing is back to normal. My face is still warm and my eyes are watery but I don't feel like I'm about to have a crying fit over some stupid little-! Argh! I can feel it starting again just at the thought of Ed and his problem. No. No, no. More deep breaths. Slowly. How stupid is this? I know it's not my fault. There's no way this should upset me like that. I want to go home. I don't want anyone to look at me. I just want to be home under covers. In the dark. Goddammit. I can feel my throat hurting from needing to cry but I shove it down yet again. My computer's clock lists the time at a little past 11 - nearly lunch time. I clear my throat a few times until I'm sure I'm okay. I sniff once, yell at myself mentally and then blow my nose. I still feel like crying. I hate this. I hate this feeling. I need a vacation. I knew there would be a breaking point from the stress of dealing with assholes at work but this is too much. I look stupidly at the form in front of me, trying to will myself to work. Trying to make the thing make sense. I don't jump at the voice this time but it takes a second to recognize someone is talking to me. "Are you all right?" The voice asks. I nod my head, cough a little and rub at my eyes. "Allergies." I say. My voice is hoarse and it hurts to talk. I rub at my throat a bit but it doesn't make it feel better. "What's up, Sarah?" "I just emailed you some forms for a new customer and I need them all approved in an hour. I can have their references in ten minutes but it's a new place and they're big and promising some nice orders if we hustle." Sarah is one of them. One of the bitchy ladies. You can tell it by the bitch creases at the corner of her eyes and by the way she opens her mouth and the bitchiness just rolls off her tongue. Snap to it. I'm more important than anything else, etc... etc... I'm growling deep in my throat because it seems to help a little. Like a little massage. A simple little 'rrrrrrrrr' sound that's very quiet. I think. Sarah doesn't seem to notice. I can feel the stress starting up again. I hate it. "I can't. I have three other things Ed needs right now. Anyway. did the GM sign off on it since it's a rush job?" What was it? What finally does it? The way she grimaces? Or the way she rolls her eyes? Simply the way she talks? Her tone? The heavy, over-dramatic sigh? She starts to talk but I don't let her. I can feel this sudden anger. My whole body flushes with heat and I just feel a sudden rage. Face still hot and the tears threatening to come back, I feel mad. My voice is scratchy and I'm probably crying but I don't give a flying fuck. Words just start pouring out of my mouth. Louder and louder. "Stop. Don't say anything, Sarah. Don't say another word. I'm tired of the shit. Tired of you coming over here and giving me attitude that I don't deserved. D..." My voice stumbles and squeaks, changing pitch for a moment. "Don't come over here giving me bullshit just because I'm doing my job and making sure we don't get fucked. JESUS!" I stomp my foot and I can feel my hands trembling at my sides. I'm so damn angry and tired right now. And, yes, I can feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My chin would probably be trembling if I weren't clamping my jaw so tight. Sarah is astounded. Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide in shock. Is this what I looked like yesterday at the department store? She tries to talk for a moment and I stare back, as hard as I can. My mouth is a thin slit of anger. Everyone is pointedly not looking our way but still listening really hard. "I... I..." And then she walks away. She just turns and leaves. I stare at her back until she's out of sight. The men's bathroom is only ten feet away. I'm there in seconds, locking the door behind me. It's a small one person bathroom so I thankfully have the whole thing to myself. I collapse onto the toilet with my arms wrapped around my chest, crying as quietly as I can. It's a hard cry. I probably look like a fool with snot and tears running. I taking great gulps of air with each sob. I can't seem to stop it happening. The weird thing is that, mentally I don't exactly feel like I should be crying. Logically, I know I'm fine. I just can't stop it. And then I'm laughing. And crying. Quietly. No, I don't know why I'm laughing, either. I just ride it out. I decide if I can't control my own emotions then I'm just going to mentally sit back and let it happen. Now I notice my pants are actually digging into my sides a bit - definitely tighter than I thought they were. It's making it harder for me to catch my breath. I'd do something about it if I could stop crying. And by degrees, I calm down. Slowly. From quiet gulps of air to hiccups to sniffling and little bits of fragmented laughter. My stomach is in knots and my head is pounding. Toilet paper doesn't make good for good tissue paper but it's better than nothing and I go through half of a roll cleaning off all the snot and tears. My face hurts. From all the crying. Just aches from my jaw to the sides of my face and up. I toss the toilet paper in the trash and go to the mirror to survey the damage. My eyes are all red. Naturally. Something else is off but my head hur... What the fuck? I stare. I stand up straight and stare with my hands on the edge of the cold ceramic sink. Nipples. The silk shirt I'm wearing is a fairly simple medium-sized red short-sleeve design. No pockets or anything like that. I don't like pockets on my shirts. My nipples are pressed against the shirt and they're very obviously there. And large. Like a woman's nipples. Now that I see them, I can feel them against the shirt. I bite my bottom lip at the feeling of how they glide against the fabric. It's sensuous and I can feel the throbbing in my pants from both the feeling of it and simply seeing them pressing against the shirt. As if hypnotized, my hands go to the buttons of my shirt and undo them. Slowly, I pull the shirt open. Fat dark brown nipples. I can feel the air moving against them. The aureole is way larger, slightly puffy looking and also a darker brown color. My chest is flat. Well, no, that's wrong. Let me rephrase - I used to have almost man-boobs. When I lost the fat yesterday, I had some semblance of pectorals. Not quite but still there. Except not any more. I have budding breasts under the nipples. Barely anything but I can see the swell. A little girl's breasts. I grimace at that thought but I'm not a little girl. And the nipples are certainly not something that belong on a child - I've seen grown women with smaller ones. My hand reaches for one of them but stop just an inch away. My heart is pounding and the hand near the nipple is shaking slightly. I lean into the mirror to see better and then touch the nipple. The jolt is immediate and I bite my lip again, moaning slightly. The skin around the nipple shrivels slightly as if gathering up and I can feel a slight pull as the nipple hardens. I can't help it. I push harder against the nipple, rolling it around. My head goes back - the feeling is intense. I can't hold back the "Ohhhh godddd" moan that escapes my lips. My breast is small but soft and I feel the softness against my fingers as I push the nipple in and around. The shock of the feeling goes straight to my feet by way of my balls. Way worse than what I experienced in the shower this morning. And by worse I mean "Holy Jesus Fuck that feels amazing." My hand automatically cups the small breast while I pinch and roll the nipple with my fingers. It's different being the lady rather than the man in this position but it works. I can barely stay standing. My legs keep wanting to buckle and it's hard to concentrate on anything other than this delicious itching/tickling/electrical thing that's going on in my body. My nerves are alive with it and I can feel the pressure building for me to cum. It's hard to stop but I do. After double-checking the lock on the door, I make my way back to the toilet. My shirt comes off and goes on the little hook nearby. I unbutton my pants and have to struggle to get them off of my hips - they're wider now. I can see the difference because they flare out slightly. I run my hands from my sides down to the hips and I think I could just stand there touching myself like this for hours. My whole body is smooth and sensitive to the touch. And I have an ass now - it bubbles out slightly and is nearly as soft as my tit feels. I knead the flesh of my ass cheeks and moan again, louder this time. Pulling and kneading and massaging... my balls are aching from all this torture. I need to cum badly. When I sit on the toilet seat, I can feel the way my ass squishes slightly. And then, I notice my dick. It's smaller. Completely hard but maybe four or five inches instead of the seven inches it should be. I should be scared but I'm not. At all. My left hand goes to my left tit. It's bigger now. Slightly bigger. I massage the breast over and over, twisting my feet at the feeling. My right hand automatically goes between my thigh and balls again, rubbing and kneading the flesh there. My thighs are thicker than before but I don't especially notice. What I do notice is that I'm very sensitive in the spot my right hand is playing with. It's an interesting counter-point to the way my nipple feels. A localized thrum of pleasurable pressure right to my balls versus this jagged bolt from my nipple. I'm moaning and twisting my feet, rubbing my crotch while pinching and rolling my nipple. Moaning and gasping and mewling, my voice changing slightly, pitching higher. I subconsciously notice the dull pain in my throat for a moment before it goes away. My dick is throbbing with each heartbeat. I should've cum already but it's taking longer and I don't really care. A very feminine "Haaahnnnn!" sound comes from my mouth over and over while I play with myself. I can't... I can't... can't think... too much... too much pressure, too many sensations, like my brain is a live wire humming with electricity. The orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer and I have to bite my lip painfully to keep from screaming out loud. I muffle it and taste blood as I bite deeper. My hands fly out, left hand hitting the wall as I shake from the waves of pleasure. This fiery wave of pressure releasing throughout my whole body. I can feel my dick spasming but I can't keep my eyes open. They're fluttering as I gasp out muffled screams and my feet drum the floor. Finally, I collapse into myself, hunched over. I can smell my cum. My brain buzzes at the remembered taste and I can feel the saliva working in my mouth, like a dog trained to drool at the ding of a bell. I want to taste it but I can't move. I'm holding myself tight and still shaking a little from the orgasm. I grip tighter and lean into myself more but that's a mistake - my nipples rub against my legs and then FUCK! FUCK! I scream out loud this time because I wasn't expecting it. As a man, I cum once and I'm done for a while and there's no screaming. A grunt, maybe? Not... not this... Jesus! I'm shaking again. Why's it... why's it so much? Why...? Fuck. Every nerve in my body is alive and I'm still moaning. My right leg starts jumping with a weird nervous tic and I can't make it stop. Layers Ch. 03 I focus on the leg in hopes it'll distract me. The skin of the thigh is so smooth and I can see the outlines of muscles as it tenses and releases over and over. I want to touch the leg and trace the muscles but I know that'd be a bad idea. Why the fuck won't it stop tapping and jumping? Oh shit. I came all over the walls. Ignoring the leg, I look around and see multiple spots of cum. Normally my cum is pretty thick and fairly opaque. This stuff... now it's way more of a liquid and nearly transparent. Smells different in a way. Slightly different. Sharper. My mouth is watering at the smell. Shit. I'm wriggling my ass on the toilet seat and I don't even remember doing it. I have to go. When my leg finally calms down, I find my phone in my pants pocket and, with shaking hands, shoot off a quick email to my boss to tell him I'm leaving. It takes a little bit of time to clean the cum off the walls. With toilet paper. Pulling my pants on is a struggle and I have to leave them unbuttoned. My ass is straining the fabric but I'll be gone in a minute and could care less. Thankfully, I forgot to buy new underwear so they're still sized for when I was fatter. The breasts are bigger. My breasts. I don't know cup sizes but they're definitely bigger than when I looked in the mirror. I want to touch them again. Badly. I really really want to play with them and touch them and hold them but I need to get the fuck out of here. The shirt is tighter when I put it back on and you can see my breasts... Jesus. MY breasts. You can see the outline of them with the shirt. The nipples press hard against the fabric. I can't stop from moaning when I button the shirt. Looking in the mirror, I don't know what to make of myself. My shirt is straining against my chest. Thankfully, it comes down enough to cover the fact that the pants zipper is only half-way done up and the not buttoned. Oh. That's what I was noticing earlier. My face is softer. Subtly softer. And a tiny bit more narrow. My chin is a little more pointed. The nose is a little smaller. My cheekbones are higher. My eyes ... I think they might be bigger? It's hard to say right now. The blond in my hair is mixed with brown. Again, as if hypnotized, I can't stop from touching the side of my face. It doesn't stop there. My fingers are more slender and a little longer. Smoother. I can feel the smoothness of my cheek against the light touch of my finger. Moles are missing. My complexion is clearer. My overbite is gone. The femininity of the face looks odd with my lips - they're still my old thin lips and it makes me look slightly severe. It takes 30 seconds for me to get from the bathroom to my car. Thirty seconds where I hug my arms to my chest, ignoring the alien feel of my soft breasts. Thirty seconds where I talk to no-one and hide my face. My bright red face. My pants are rubbing semi-painfully against the inside of my thighs as I fast-walk. I can't hear what anyone is saying over the loud pounding noise my heart is making. The car feels like sanctuary. I barely hesitate before jamming the keys in and roaring off. Well, as much as my little car can roar, anyway. My dick aches the entire trip and the balls feel like they're being crushed by the combination of the tight pants and thicker thighs. I keep shifting in my seat in hopes the pain will go away. It's a dull ache straight from my balls to the back of my head - nearly nausea inducing. When I try to run to my front door, I find I can't. The pants are too tight. So I shuffle, gritting my teeth the entire time. I lock the door as soon as it's closed and I have my pants off faster than a virgin on prom night. The relief is incredible. I can actually breathe without too much pain. Something is off. Something... I slowly take my boxer-brief underwear off. Oh. That's why my balls were aching. They're gone. The area below my dick is covered in wrinkly ball-sack skin. I both want to touch it and don't want to touch it. Afraid of what I'll feel. It hurts. It's that same ache I was feeling in the morning only worse. Deep inside. My dick is pathetic looking. It's hard again but only a few inches long and barely thicker than a pencil. "Ohhhh..." I moan. I can FEEL my breasts moving against my shirt. I fumble to unbutton the damn thing and get it off of me. My breasts are now a decent handful - the nipples point up and very slightly to the sides. They itch like hell. I'd watch them but a sharp pain near my dick jerks my eyes down. The skin where my balls used to be has... pulled in. My dick has shrunk even smaller in the seconds I looked away. The head of it is pulling into the skin around the shaft as I watch. It's not a pleasant feeling at all. Bearable but it turns my stomach and the ache in my gut pulses painfully. There are crunching noises. Bone crunching noises. I'm hyperventilating now. I can't help it. I can feel a tugging sensation as skin is pulled INSIDE my crotch. Other skin is puckering up as my dick is completely pulled in above the new hole. Lips. Pussy lips. I lean back on my legs, kneeling to watch it happen. I'm watching the tail-end of it now. The head of my dick is tiny and wrapped by soft looking skin. The clit. Obviously. There's no pubic hair down there. Smooth skin. There's ... there's something that happens inside me and it's this pinching/pulling/ripping thing that makes me go down to my forearms, hunching over and feeling my soft breasts against my smooth, slightly sweaty thighs. The goddamn nipples ache at the touch. The strange pain goes away and I feel something else relax. Some muscle. A smell hits me hard. Pussy. I'm smelling my own pussy. I wriggle a little at this sudden feeling deep inside of me and I smell myself even more strongly. It's an erotic smell and if I were a guy, I'd be ripping off clothes to get my mouth on the girl's cunt. I lean back slowly to my knees and spread my legs. The smell intensifies and I can see how shiny my pussy lips are in the light. I'm fucking wet. Layers Ch. 04 The smell is intoxicating. My smell. I should be getting a boner but there's nothing there. I can't even say that I'm feeling a ghost of one because, I'm not. Instead, I feel this pressure building - this tiny ache below my belly button and my pulse speeds up. There's a ... shit, what do I call it? The inside of my - my pussy, it's... no... hmmm... I want to touch myself and dip my fingers inside but I'm going to wait and take my time. The inside reminds me of my mouth. It's there. There's stuff there but it's not like stuff rubbing together constantly. The only thing is, I can feel the liquid pooling inside. Like drooling - I can feel it against the inside of my mouth and it's similar here. My pussy is engorged. The, shit, outer lips? I laugh and it's an odd laugh. I feel almost like I'm high on something. Endorphins, maybe? My heart is racing and I just feel incredibly amazing. I want to run and wrestle and - my laugh bubbles up and it sounds rich. Not at all like my voice. I'm going to have to record myself talking later just to hear what I sound like. But, the pussy. I want to wriggle my legs together and feel how the lips rub against me. I want to taste the liquid shining on my lips. No. I'll take my time. It's just really damn hard to not do something. My breasts have stopped growing. I think. They're full against my chest, flattened out somewhat with the nipples lower and mostly straight. I can feel the weight of them against my chest. The aureole is slightly puckered and big. The nipples are definitely... I'm rocking my hips side to side, feeling my ass against the heels of my feet. Oh. Oh, yes. The motion is rubbing my pussy lips together slightly and it's delicious. The - damn. Yes. Damn. The lips are preesssssss... pressing against the c...clit... fuck. My hands go to my thighs, the inside of them and I'm kneading at the skin, taut and smooth. I have decent fingernails and they're digging into the flesh. I can almost feel the heat radiating from my wet cunt. I'm pulling my thighs open and closed and rocking with my hips. The smell from my pussy is getting stronger and stronger. The pressure below my belly button is building even more. Like a thunderstorm brewing in the distance. It takes every ounce of willpower to stop myself. I want it. I want the release. I want to touch my cunt to feel it against my fingers, to know what I feel like. But, I'll do it when I'm ready. I just... the feeling of need is hard to resist. I can feel it in my teeth nearly - they itch slightly. I want to bite into something. Riled up from the smell of me and the need to cum. My faint moan turns into a growl as I stop and settle down. A very small growl. When I sit back on my heels again, they pull at my ass cheeks which in turn opens my pussy and I nearly lose it right there. Nearly give into this crazy lust. My mind is in a fog. Fuck. Fuck. So, I stand. And stagger slightly - I'm off centered. My tits pull at me enough to notice. At least enough after living as a guy for as long as I have. Hell, my ass feels heavy. That I can even FEEL my ass is different. Oh. And the pussy. Yeah. I can feel that. My thighs are apart if I stand with my feet in line with my shoulders but if I put them together? Fucking-a, yeah. I can feel them rubbing and... I make that little "Haaaaahnnn!" noise and catch myself on the edge of my end table. My breasts swing forward a bit. That's... that's really different. "Camera! Where's my fucking camera?!" And why am I talking out loud to myself? It takes a moment for me to remember where I left my camera but I find it and then make my way to my bedroom. If this goes away, you can be damn sure I'm going to have photos to remember it. And videos. Also, I hate to admit it but I want to see them after. In case I'm imagining all of this. I'm taller and my arms and legs are different. I know my arms are longer because I keep hitting things with them. I'm used to where everything is in the house and can almost find the light switch and other stuff with my eyes closed but now I'm off a bit. I just seem to be taller than I remember. Not by a lot but enough to notice. The standing mirror I inherited from my mother (I never understood why she thought I should have it) is in the corner. I move it to the side of the bed without looking. I'm actually nervous. I almost don't want to look at myself. What if I don't see the woman? What if I do but I'm ugly? I never thought I was a particularly handsome guy so what if that translates here? I pick a spot above and to the right of the mirror while I stand back, facing it. I watch that spot as I feel my heart in my throat. It takes over a minute before I look down and into the mirror. All my fears are gone. I'm beautiful. That's all I know how to describe it. I have a heart shaped face with shoulder length brown hair and hazel/golden eyes. Curly hair. Why did the color change? I've always had blonde hair. My nose is small and cute - it fits perfectly with my face. Slight dimples. My cheeks are red - high cheekbones. I'd say my eyes were sparkling but that sounds overly poetic. Slightly tanned looking. Bangs? That's the right word, right? The part above the eyes. My eyebrows are thin and well-trimmed with not a small hair out of place. Eyelashes... I get closer and see they're long but not especially thick. I run my fingers through my hair, feeling the fingernails against my scalp. Thick hair that my fingers just glide through, even with the curls. The effect is disconcerting. There's a beautiful woman standing in the mirror. A beautiful naked woman. But, it's me. I know it's me. It's just really confusing to look in a mirror and see someone completely different. Very confusing. I'm turned on by the woman in the mirror. Turned on by myself. Is that vain? It can't be considered vain because it's me but it's not... fuck. Next up, the psyche ward. I break it down for myself - the woman I've become is hot. Done. I'm not about to start down the existential road of self-doubt. My breasts are large. I finally touch them and they're slightly heavy but soft. I heft them, massaging them as I do. It feels really nice but not crazy like the nipples when they're played with. Nipples that I don't dare touch right now. I'm not thin. I look strong. Almost like a girl raised on a farm. A sexy farm girl. I grin at the thought and the woman grins back at me impishly. Now her eyes DO sparkle. My breath catches in my throat at the image. I don't have a six pack but it doesn't look like I have an ounce of fat on my body so my muscles show. I look like a larger version of an Olympic volleyball lady. Don't judge me - I like women's volleyball for the skill. Seriously. But, that same toned look with more... woman. My hips flare out with my ass showing slightly at the side. My thighs are strong and thick - like I do a lot of walking or running or something with my legs. The top insides of the thighs are slick from my pussy. I almost touch myself right then but I hold back. I have calf muscles and when I turn to look, I admire both them and my ass. The space between a lady's thighs and ass is one of my favorites and this wom... I... have it. I bend over, grabbing the wall and look behind me, seeing the way my pussy looks between my thighs. Seeing the woman look back with this incredibly sexy, serious look on her face. I want. Jesus, I want it. Dammit! Pictures! I'm apparently a camera whore now. I take so many pictures and videos of myself - including a duck lips one (on purpose!) and ones of me on the bed, doggy-style. Every kind of sexy picture I can imagine. All without touching my pussy or nipples. I know what will happen when I do that. I know what that'll start. I kill the battery with how many pictures I take but not before looking through a few of them. The small bit of worry I had vanishes - they're all pictures of the woman I saw in the mirror. Logically, I could see how a crazy person could still imagine the pictures being fake but, seriously, that's a lot of brain power needed to "see" the women in different positions like that. And, in the end, if I'm imagining it and it feels this good then they can lock me up and I won't really care. It feels real to ME. The mirror gets pushed to the end of the bed and I sit at the edge facing it. My heart is beating so fast now. I can feel the wetness between my legs sticking slightly as I open my thighs. My pussy lips are a light brown but I can see the faint hint of pinkness inside. My upper body is actually rocking slightly with each heartbeat. I start slow - touching the bit of wetness on the thigh next to my cunt and then bringing my finger to my nose, breathing in deeply. I moan and close my eyes from the scent. My fingers automatically go to my mouth, in deep to the back of my tongue and then out as I clean myself off. It's different with just the woman's taste and no cum but still intensely erotic. Slightly funny to me that I have no issue tasting myself as a woman but refuse to taste my own cum as a man. I blush when my brain helpfully offers up memories of me cleaning cum off of my fingers the other night. Finally, I bring my fingers down to my pussy. It's electric - sensitive where I touch the lips but it goes straight to the pit of my stomach. The lips stick for a moment as I spread them apart. My ass and hips wriggle at the feeling, nearly jerking. I'm pink and wet inside. Shiny. The feeling of my fingernails against my own pussy lips and the pressure against the engorged labia makes me twist and wriggle even more, biting my lower lip and breathing out a husky sigh. My left hand goes to my left tit, massaging and squeezing and rubbing. I can't stop it any more. My middle finger goes into my pussy. So fucking wet and tight. Holy Jesus Fucking Christ. My head slams back, mouth open as I push in, feeling the sharpness of my nail dragging against the skin. It's ... I moan and mewl and push deep into myself, pinching my fat nipple at the same time. The sensations slam into my lower stomach and I collapse down onto the bed. I'm incredibly wet. Another finger joins the first and I have to push a bit to make it in. My hips jerk at the push and now they're rocking against the fingers, trying to fuck them. As if I didn't have control over them. My body is eager and needy for the feeling of ... I brush something in the middle top of my pussy with my fingernail and I can't help but gasp at it. Some slightly rigid bumpy piece inside my cunt. I find it again but my nails keep scratching before my fingers do. I've never had long nails but the woman does so I'm not used to it. Instead, I pull out and press the length of my fingers against my pussy and clit, the fingers partially inside. And then, rubbing down against the clit, I push into myself and out again. My whole body is on fire from the feelings. I don't even know what I'm doing with my hand on my breast any more except that it's adding to everything else. My breathing is getting ragged. I can't think any more and my eyes are closed. I'm just one live wire with the terminal deep in my gut, pushing harder and harder until I feel like it should hurt. It ... It should... there... what... I scream when I orgasm. Loudly. Shrieking wordlessly. I feel liquid gushing out of my pussy - hot and wet but my hand flies out to grab the bed sheets to futilely hold on as I jerk and buck against the orgasm, this hard wave from the pit of my stomach combined with this sharp feeling coming from my pussy... the clit? Like a string of firecrackers going off. My thighs are soaking wet and my scent fills the room strongly. I thrash against the sheets, drumming my feet. I've never in my life experienced an orgasm this hard. I can't ... I pass out from it. Briefly. Seconds later my eyes snap open and I'm still shaking from it. I touch my chest, suddenly horrified that I dreamed the whole thing but, no, I still have tits. Soft, large and the ... that was a mistake. Another orgasm, smaller than the first but still hard, hits me and I'm gasping and rolling onto my side, rubbing my legs together over and over, hugging my chest and shaking from it. Pulling my knees to my chest into a tight little ball. "F...fuu...f... fuuu... fuck! Th... this is... this ... fuck!" I can't even fucking talk. My whole body is lighting up from the feeling of it. Incredible. Rubbing my legs together presses and rubs my pussy lips. I can feel how wet I am. My thighs are soaked. Oh. There's a wet spot in the bed, right under me. It takes several minutes for my body to stop shaking. My muscles actually hurt from it; I feel like I've done 500 sit-ups all at once. The wet spot is huge. Did I squirt? Is that what this is? I've heard about it but I've never been with a woman that's squirted. Should I be embarrassed? Is it normal? Wait, what the fuck is normal, anyway? I'm a fucking guy that turned into a woman. I laugh again. Jesus. This stuff... the wet spot on the bed and my thighs - it's not thick like the stuff in my pussy - it's more like a liquid. There's a ton of it. Getting cold quickly so I move over a bit. And then taste myself with the hand that was buried in my pussy. And then more. And more. Always pushing my fingers in like... oh, shit. Yes, like I'm giving a blow job. That thought doesn't make me stop or make me less turned on in any way. The whole room smells heavily of sex. Saturated in it. From my cum - squirting all over the bed and my body. My chest is still heaving from the orgasm and I want more. I have no idea how women ever leave their beds. Granted, it probably gets old after a while and I'm just enjoying all of these new sensations but they're completely overwhelming. I don't have to wait to get hard again. I know that if I just start again, I'll have another orgasm. Simple as that. And, Jesus, I want it. So, I do. Over and over. I learn a little bit about my body and what feels good and where but I think I have a lot to learn. I don't always squirt - it seems to be a specific thing and mostly when I'm playing with my clit and fingering myself at the same time. It's not something I can magically make happen but it does happen some times. By the time I'm done, two hours have passed since I've come home and my pussy lips are sore from all the rubbing. The bed is entirely soaked in my cum and I want to just roll around in it. If I could move, anyway. I'm so exhausted from the orgasms that I decide to find a non-wet spot and curl up under the covers. Naked. Sated. Extraordinarily happy. I roll around under the blankets, rubbing my legs against each other and my hands along my smooth body. Everything just feels so sensitive and alive and wonderful. I hadn't realized I fell asleep until I suddenly wake up. Frantic. Sitting up in bed, suddenly terrified that it's all gone again. But, no, my breasts hang against my chest, heavy enough to notice and I can feel my pussy lips on the bed sheet. I wriggle against them and their soreness is mostly gone. I stretch and growl contentedly, legs out and arms up, feeling the way my tits move against my chest as I do. I'm feeling... hmmm... saucy? Sexy? Self-confident? Something is different from before. I want to prowl around and ... and what? Go out? In what clothes? To do what? Find a woman or...? All I have here are my fingers. I could go out and buy a dildo or something and look ridiculous in my clothes (old, baggier clothes?) but that doesn't sound appealing. Oh. I got it. Standing, I find some old pants that are short (so, I am taller!) but loose enough to not be a problem - even if my ass still stretches it. An old shirt works well enough but it takes me several minutes to stop staring at myself in the mirror. Staring at the beautiful woman in the mirror with large tits pressed against a tight shirt, nipples pressing hard against the fabric. I can feel the loosening inside my cunt and the liquid gathering again as I get turned on. I'm still not used to seeing the hot woman in the mirror as being "me" - I just see this hot lady wearing tight men's clothing. And, I have to admit, I have a slight thing about seeing women in guy's clothes. How backwards is that? A man, turned into a woman, having a kink for seeing a woman in men's clothing? I grin and it's impish and definitely cute. To the computer! I have a small laptop I use for Internet and movies and whatnot. Track pad turned off and small mouse hooked up to it because I can't stand working a track pad. That turns out to be advantageous because I also suck at fingernails. And the keyboard feels strange with my fingers now - everything is ever so slightly off. The fingernails slide off of the keys so it takes me a bit to get going. Craigslist. Specifically the casual encounters section. Through my experiences on the dating side of the website, I've found it to be hit and miss but more miss than hit. Quite a lot of people I wouldn't consider attractive. I have, however, browsed w4m and sometimes w4w to look at pictures and read a few profiles. I've tried NSA w4m but was hit with so many fake responses that I quickly gave up. Not worth the effort. The few that were real were very much not for me for different reasons. But, NSA w4w had quite a few where the ad seemed real and the women were very attractive. So, why not? Contrary to how I look, I still love pussy. The image of me (strangely, pictured as a man still) going down on a woman makes my insides churn and the pressure build. I ache slightly inside at the thought of sex. Hot lady sex. Casual encounters. Click! m4w, w4m, m4m, w4w, mw4mw, mw4m, mw4w... the list just goes on and on and on. w4w... click! I can usually spot the fake ads so I skip those. Ads with pictures first, naturally. I back out of a couple before finding a nice headless photo of a girl with a hot body. Mmmmmm... yeah. Definitely still into women. My right hand goes down to my clit while I read her profile and glance at her picture. I'm getting pretty good at the whole clit thing. Touching it bare is no good. Way, way too sensitive. But, rubbing the skin around it works really well. I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking on them slowly to make them wet and then down and into my pants to play. I moan and wriggle against the feeling but I try to play lightly in order to focus on what I'm doing. It's just... it's just really hard to do. With my fingers there and imagining another woman's touch on me, sucking on my nipples - god, what would that feel like? Having someone else sucking on my tits? Going to my hands and knees to lift her hips, tasting her pussy and feeling my own wetness. Feeling hands on my hips and a dick... wait. No, that's not me. I'm superimposing myself as a man into the scene again. Mentally seeing a woman on her hands and knees and seeing myself taking her from behind. But I'm the woman, too. And the man... he's faceless, generic. It's not actually me. No, but I'm going down on the woman. Not thinking of the man pressing his thick cock against my wet cunt. My breath is ragged as the image hits me. "Haaah... haaaah.... haaaaahnnnn..." I'm squeezing my thighs against my hand as I push and rub against my clit. The other woman is gone. All I'm seeing is the lady (me) on her hands and knees, head down, ass up while the man pressess into her (me). Hands around her (my) ass, plump but strong with muscle underneath. Feeling those hands on my hips and the dick pressing into me - is it like my fingers? What would it be like? To feel it but not see it? To have my head buried in the bed while my cunt is filled with a hard dick? I've never fucked a woman without seeing her. Whether she's on her back, knees, stomach or on top, I can always see her. What would it be like to be the one on my stomach, feeling the pounding and the hands but not seeing it. Not being in control of anything. Just at the mercy of the man fucking me hard. Oh god. Oh god. Yes. Yesssss... Fucking yes! The orgasm is sharp and hard, smaller than the others but I still squirt a little, soaking the pants that are down around my thighs. Layers Ch. 04 I only just now realize I masturbated to the thought of a guy fucking me from behind. A growl rises from my throat. Not in anger. In need. The thought of being mounted like a bitch. I've done that mentally to other women - sometimes picturing them changing under me as I fuck them doggy-style. Mentally thinking of it like me mounting a she-wolf. Part of the whole werewolf fetish. Not often but sometimes I feel the desire to do it. To picture fur sprouting from their back and all of that. Usually when I'm close to an orgasm but it's just not happening and I need to cum. Now I'm that wolf. Now I'm the one on my hands and knees. The ache is hard and deep. I can smell my wetness so strongly. I want it. Another growl, rumbling in my throat and my fingernails dig into the flesh of my thigh. Hard. It feels good. The pain mixes with the orgasm, sending different signals that make me twitch slightly. In a good way. Back. Clicking back. I hesitate over m4w. Thinking about it. Yes. I'm a woman. I don't have to touch his dick. He's just a dildo. Something to fuck me. I can control the situation and restrict what he does. I don't need to suck his dick. But, why not throw a woman into the mix? I'd be more comfortable. I could start with her and then when I'm feeling ready, bring the guy into it. Or, not. I could tell him to sit it out and just have fun with the lady. I'm feeling arrogant. Confident. Ready for a fight for some reason. Fuck browsing and responding. Let them come to me. I find my camera and pop the SD card into my laptop. And then I masturbate more as I look through all the pictures. All right. So. I'm possibly egotistical saying this but I'm fucking hot. I pick two pictures, crop them to hide my face and then work up a simple ad. Looking for a guy or gal, 18 to 30, in really good shape, no picture, no response, the guy needs to have an 8+ inch dick (just in case I decide to go for it, why not something big?), need it to happen tonight and the guy needs to be straight. Huh. Why did I add that second part? Possibly because I still feel weird about the whole guy thing? I'm a woman. Right now. Still... I can't shake it. Although my finger hovers over the backspace key for a decent amount of time, I decide to leave it in. Submit. Done. Now to wait. I'll clean up a bit and go from there. I shower and masturbate more. I can't help it. Soapy boobies. Fabulous large soapy boobies. And running soapy hands along my ass feels amazing. I'm extremely soft and smooth and wonderful. Basically everything feels incredible and sensitive. I have to rush out when the very last bit of hot water vanishes. The hair is kind of a pain in the ass to dry. Even rubbing it with the towel over and over doesn't dry it all. Is it normal for some hair to come out? Not a lot but a few strands here and there. Has to be normal, yeah? Some in the bath tub, too. I have 50 emails waiting for me. 50. In less than an hour. Holy shit. I sit, feeling my thick, wet hair on my naked shoulders. Ah. I see. Most guys are assholes. And quite a few of them are just single guys trying to get a piece. Fucking men. I tell off a few before another email rolls in telling me my ad has been flagged. Fuckers. It's okay - I have a few decent sounding ones that I can answer. A little bit of back and forth with them to make sure they're real. I've got three possibilities that make my initial naive cut and now I just need to tell them to come over one at a time. I'm nervous. My palms are sweating. I can do this. I can totally do this. How? Shit. I already told the first couple to come over. How am I going to do it? Shit shit. My mind is completely blank and unhelpful. I try to come up with a strategy but nothing is working. My heart nearly stops when the doorbell rings. I can't do it. I can't. Why the hell did I give these people my address? What in the world was I thinking? Oh Jesus. The doorbell rings again and I almost hide. Almost. But, I'm not that type of guy. Girl. Guy. Still a guy. Kind of. What if I sound like a man? Aw crap. I never listened to any of the videos I took of myself. Oh sweet Jesus. I have to force myself to open the door. Immediately, I see that they lied about their weight. Both of them. The man more so than the lady. And he's older. The lady is still attractive but my kneejerk reaction is 'no' and not just because I'm nervous as fuck. The guy is all big smiles as he puts out his hand. "Hi!" I look at it. His hand. His developing beer guy that certainly wasn't in the photo. The lady's cleavage. The beer gut. "No. And please use up-to-date pictures for the next woman." I close the door while the guy sputters. His woman yells out a loud "FUCK YOU, BITCH!" before they stomp off. I peek through the curtains to make sure they don't do anything stupid. And so it goes. The next one is the same but they're both way older and they look high. The third actually makes it in my house because they look like their pictures. When the man immediately goes for a kiss and a grab without much of an introduction, my reaction is interesting. I growl, step back and tell him to back the fuck up. Literally, the words just come out of my mouth: "Back the fuck up." In an angry tone. I feel a cold, angry sweat and the small hairs on the back of my neck are up. The guy does as he's told and his eyes are wide. The lady is watching from the side as if she doesn't know what to make of it. I'm angry. Ever have one of those days where you didn't get enough sleep or something is just off and so your logical brain is sitting there processing but everything is seen through a filter of anger? Little things that normally wouldn't bother you start to irritate and you snap at people? It's starting to feel like that. I'm almost a third party to my anger - watching from the side as I react to the situation. Two people have lied to me already. These two actually look like their photos but I think I made a mistake with the guy. He's a jock type and now THAT is pissing me off. I was never friends with jocks. "Strip." I growl. I'm not smiling. I'm pretty pissed. "Let me see it. I've had two people stop by before you two and they lied about stuff. Here you are and, failed groping aside, you're as advertised. Now prove the other part. Strip and get hard." I cross my arms on my chest, feeling the way the bottom of my tits press on me. I don't care. The man cares. He stares and he's hungry for me. Right now I'd welcome it. I want to fight. That odd confidence and sauciness is back and I would fight back. "Come on baby..." He starts. I hold up a hand. "I'm not your baby. Strip or get the fuck out." Now I'm tapping my foot and watching. He does. Uncut, small. That's okay. I'm cir... I was circumcised. Still am circumcised? But I'm small unless I'm excited. I know how it goes. Grow-er rather than a show-er. He looks down and starts playing with himself. What a funny thing to watch. I can't even say why it's funny. And not in a humorous way but in the sense that I don't like this man and I'm not even sure why I haven't kicked him to the curb yet. I feel like laughing in his face. It's pathetic. He's hard. But not 8 inches. Not 7. Or 6. 5. Maybe 5. If I were to guess. As a man, I was bigger than him. He's thicker than I was but so what? Not that much thicker. I look over at the lady and she shrugs back at me. Huh. She doesn't even look like she wants to be here. Why didn't I notice that? From the beginning she didn't look like she was happy here. "Is that it?" I ask. He starts to answer but I glare at him. "I'm asking her. Is that it?" She just nods and I catch a small glimpse of something. Sadness? Fuck. "Just go. Put on your pants and go. Hey. And maybe you want to talk to your lady friend here about what you're doing or re-examine things because if she's not happy, it's not right." The man still has his dick in his hand. "Aww, seriously?! It doesn't matter what fucking si - " I take a step and the growl is back. My hands are clenching and unclenching at my sides and I would guess I have a mean glint in my eye. "Get the fuck out of my house before I hurt you." My voice is pitched low and harsh. They go. I sit at the computer and sigh. I almost give up. Almost right then and there. My heart is racing from the anger. At the man. At him dragging the lady along. At him lying about his size. Almost, I give up. But... but what if this is it? What if it's gone again when I wake up? Only permanently this time? I have videos and pictures and whatnot but what if it's all gone and all I've done is masturbate? Okay, granted, that was mind blowing with the multiple orgasms but... but... I had just convinced myself that I might be able to deal with actual sex. With a man. With a man's penis. Fuck. Back into my profile to repost and make a simple change: "Take a picture of your dick next to a ruler and hold up a piece of paper with today's date when you send the photo of you two together." It's greedy and demanding but I don't want to waste any more time because it's already getting late. I eat while I wait for emails. Ramen noodles and some liquid courage. My nails scrape hard against the glass while I drink and rest with my eyes closed. Fifteen emails and one telling me my profile was flagged yet again. That's whatever. I don't care. Either one of these fifteen will work or I WILL give up and just masturbate until I die of orgasmic heart attack. Or whatever happens to bad little girls when they play with themselves too much. Hairy palms? Hah! No. No. Oh hell no. No. Oh, hmmm... The fifth couple has potential. The man is slightly older - early thirties perhaps. He has a good, easy smile and a little tiny bit of gray at the temples. He looks relaxed and confident. And why the hell are my eyes drawn down to his pants?? The lady is younger, I'd guess at 25 or 26 but I'm bad at guessing ages. She's slim with a cute looking little butt and maybe c-cup breasts? She looks happy. They're the first couple that hasn't sent a naked picture with their email. Their description is bare but decent - the guy is a trial lawyer and successful so they like to keep things somewhat private. Oh, it's the wife writing. That's a new one. I can even tell by the subtle differences in tone that it actually is her. She's bisexual and they've been looking around for a woman to play with but no luck so far. Tons of fake replies and ladies ditching them. They like to relax with board games and cards and going out to hike every now and again. Both are avid cyclists. She says her husband is very dominant, very secure in his manhood and very straight. No problems with gay or bi men but no interest at all in the male anatomy. And, while dominant, not an asshole. That's a plus. She's submissive but I could've figured that. They think I look incredibly sexy. Why does that make me blush and be all shy. Dammit. I type out a quick reply reminding them about my criteria for dick size. And then I wait. It's a good sign when I get a response in just 5 minutes and I like it. The lady writes: "I had to sit on his face until he couldn't breathe but he got hard and I got off so here's your pic!" Just shy of nine inches. And thick. Impressive. Really impressive. I feel things move around and I squirm against the sudden wetness. Fuck you, vagina. Look at the girl, too. She... hahaha! She reminds me of a playful sea otter for some reason - even her body shape. Long, skinny and playful. And her red hair is a definite plus. White skinned and a spray of freckles along her nose and cheeks. But, my eyes are drawn back to the picture of the dick. Another uncut one. I'm rubbing the tongue against the top of my mouth and I have no idea why. My hand is itching to touch my pussy. I don't. My response is typed out with my address and a very firm warning that if they're lying about how they look then I'll be very sad and angry. The thought of the last couple has me dragging my nails along the little wooden desktop where I keep my laptop. I don't notice the little curls of wood being peeled away as I scrape. I'm oddly energetic when the doorbell rings this time. Hopeful. They seem nice. I... umm... I bounce my way to the door. A quick look through the peephole shows me that from a fish-eye view, they look like their picture. So, there's the first test passed. Probably. I unlock and open the door. A small second step - they don't try to walk in. Both stand respectfully at the top step. The lady (Elaine but "Lana" to her friends, her email said) is grinning behind her guy. Grinning and watching me shyly. I can't help but smile back at her. The guy (Stephen) has his hands behind his back and is looking hopeful but respectful. I break the ice. "Hi!" I tell them. So far, so good. Now Stephen smiles. "Hey there." His voice is slightly rough and deep and it does something to my lower belly. Something that makes me want to squirm. I ignore it. Except, seriously? Is this a lady thing or...? No, no. I've gotten hard listening to a sultry lady's voice when combined with a sexy body. Elaine is nearly beaming and bouncing on her toes. She chirps out a "Hello!" as I wave them in. Yeah. They're both as advertised physically. He's got blue jeans and a t-shirt on and a good physique. Tight clothes. Rugged with a good solid jaw. I keep seeing his bulge out of the corner of my eye and it's making me wet. I can't help it. It's stupid and ridiculous and embarrassing but I don't exactly have control over it. I tell myself I'm just along for the ride in this lady's body and that makes me feel a little better. Elaine is hot. She's done up subtly. No huge amounts of makeup and I appreciate that. I've never liked caked on fakeness on women because, usually, when you take the makeup off they look like they are dead. She's got a cute top on that shows off her modest cleavage. With a bra. Her skirt is a pale pink color and ends above the knees. She's got thin but shapely legs. They both look around a little when they're inside. Stephen is roughly my height, possibly half an inch more. Elaine is probably 5'5" or a little less. She's got a nice firm body beneath her clothes. She's making me wet, too. Thank god. Funny - I almost think I can smell her. I know my own smell by now but there's another cloying scent in the air that's completely a pussy smell. It makes me grin in a certain way and flare my nostrils. Stephen looks over to me from beside the door. "So..." He's nervous. That's a new one. I can tell by his stance and the very slight tone of voice that he really wants me but he doesn't want to push it. And, side note, it really is a nice voice. I consider them. Stephen, his crotch, his five o'clock shadow and easy grin. Elaine - bouncy, mischievous and radiating this quiet sexuality. Back to Stephen. His eyes, not his crotch. "So, you pass the first test since you both look like your pictures. I guess just the other test now." He looks confused for a moment. "The other...? Oh. Right. The di... penis size. Right. Should I... do you want me to take it out and show you or...?" He has his hand on his zipper and I look down to his crotch again. Yes, my mind tells me. Yes. His penis. In you. Come onnnnnnn... I shrug it off. I've already noted how much of an asshole my brain is sometimes. I look over at Elaine. "No," I tell him. "Let's try something different." And then, I just walk over to Elaine and wrap my arms around her. She freezes for a half second but then relaxes into me. I bite her neck gently and she moans in my ear, her breath hot against me. There's that smell again. It's turning me on. A hint of pussy that isn't mine. I growl, backing her into the wall, taking her cheek in my hand to kiss her. Hard and deep. She kisses back and I feel her hands on me, moving and massaging. Her modest breasts are against my larger ones, her bra pressing hard against me as she squeezes and pulls me to her. I break off the kiss to look back at Stephen. Elaine nuzzles my shoulder as I tell him to strip. "Then we'll see if you're telling the truth about your dick." Back to Elaine. My hands find her ass and I'm squeezing it, kneading it through her skirt as I bite her neck and throat. Pulling up the fabric to get to her warm skin beneath. She's twisting and groaning against me. I hear clothes dropping but I focus on the woman in front of me. Pulling off her shirt now to claw down her sides. She gasps and giggles. Then to her bra, trying to work the latches off but my fingernails are long and I'm still not used to the finger's length. I'm growling slightly as I struggle. "Just..." she starts but I tug and break the strap. "Sorry." I mutter as I pull it off. She gulps several times before managing a quiet "It's okay." She does her own zipper on the side of her skirt and lets it fall. Cute little plain white panties with a small black bow centered at the top. The smell increases. So it was her. Does she always smell that strong? It seems like it'd be a problem. Not that it's a bad smell - it's just... really noticeable. I kiss her again and turn. Stephen is naked and has his dick in his hands. Yup. He didn't lie about that either. I growl again and almost go to him. Whether to look closely, take it in my hands or in my mouth or something else, I dunno. But he's hard and it looks huge. The foreskin is pulled back and it looks... Jesus. What? Like a pretty dick? A handsome dick? It has a slight curve (mine was straight) and not all weird looking. That's... that'll do. If I decide to do anything with it, that is. Elaine whines slight when I pull away. "Okay, deal." I tell them. "But, I'll start with Elaine and then, when I'm ready, I'll tell you and you can come into it. Good." He doesn't say anything. Just nods his head. His eyes are smoldering and he's locked onto my tits. I'd lie if I said it wasn't turning me on. The way he was watching me. Wanting me. When I look back, Elaine is completely naked. She's neatly trimmed and leaning back against the wall with her legs open, massaging her own small tits. I go to my knees between her legs. Her scent is strong and I rub myself against her pussy. Nuzzling it, feeling how wet she is and getting her wetness all over my chin, nose, cheeks and mouth. I grab her waist and then down to her ass, fingers digging in between her ass cheeks as I gently bite her clit. She gasps above me and then I feel her hand in my hair, clenching and stroking me. I ignore her, feeling the vibration in my throat as I feast on her wet cunt, licking between her pussy lips and then gently around the skin of her clit. Now I'm holding her up because her legs are threatening to buckle. She's so light. And tastes so goddamned good. I reach my hands around from between her thighs to open her pussy to my mouth with my thumbs. I don't notice that my nails have a slight point to them and are no longer translucent. Darkening to black. I push my tongue into her, licking the inside of her pussy while my top teeth rub against her clit. She's so slick and wet and hot. I feel her pussy clench inside her and then she's cumming. No squirting but I can feel her orgasm hit her. I smile at the knowledge. A secret thing I share with her - knowing what it's like. Well, what it's like as a woman. Soon I'll know what it's like for someone else to give me an orgasm. I stand and kiss her. She's eager and greedy, tasting herself on my lips and tongue before I feel her hands going down to the bottom of my shirt, tugging up. I let her pull my shirt off, feeling my breasts relax against the lack of constriction. Now it's her turn to go to her knees as she unzips my pants. I'm stupidly nervous. What if my pussy isn't there anymore? Completely dumb. I can FEEL it there but there's still that quick little self-doubt. She has to pull hard to get my pants off around my ass and then she's hugging me, face to my crotch, hands around me, grabbing my ass. Now it's my turn to moan. A small one. Quietly. Feeling someone grabbing my ass, their hot breath on my clit? It's... It's not bad at all. I could deal with this sensation. Layers Ch. 04 When Stephen's slightly calloused hand touches my shoulder, I freeze. Deer in head light. "No." I gasp. "Not yet. Just... no. Not yet." He grips my shoulder and then trails a finger down my spine as he backs away. I shiver and close my eyes against the feeling. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I can feel the extra wetness gathering in my pussy from just his touch. And... SHIT. Elaine's mouth is on my pussy and I barely have time to stumble against the wall before the sudden intensity hits me hard. She's rubbing my clit with her tongue and my brain just fizzles. There's this concentrated feeling right fucking there and it's almost too much to bear but it feels indescribably good. I'm probably making all kinds of dirty girly sounds but I wouldn't know since my brain is dead. D-E-D. Dead. Only when she moves down to my pussy lips do I realize I'm gasping out "Yes. Oh yes. Yesssss..." over and over as she sucks at my wet cunt. Great. I sound like a retarded porn star when my brain is off. Fabulous. Her mouth is so warm and her tongue is just working me over. That familiar pressure is building in the pit of my stomach again and I'm babbling as she opens MY pussy to taste the inside of me. My world goes white when her thumb presses gently against my clit. I probably scream or embarrass myself horribly when I finally cum. I have no idea. I can't even see properly. I'm pretty sure I ... yup, I squirted. Should I be ashamed? Embarrassed? I don't have a lot of experience with women but having had none of THEM squirt... I can feel Elaine between my legs still, trying to hold me up but I'm too heavy. I almost fall. Stephen catches me. He's strong. I only know he's there because I still feel Elaine on my pussy and she can't be there and at my si... Oh. His dick. It's on my hip. Yup. That's a penis. Throbbing. On me. Turning me on. Fucking vagina. He has his arms around my chest, against my tits. The slight bit of hair on his arms are tickling my nipples. I don't even know how I can notice that. He's warm. I almost wish Elaine would stop so I could concentrate on this other stuff happening with Stephen. And then, he kisses me. Gently but firmly. I'm not expecting it. I could stop him. I could push him away. I could. I don't. My mouth opens to him. It's not exactly that my brain is fuzzy so I can't exactly use that as an excuse. Not exactly. My brain is kind of fuzzy around the edges. But... I want him. And a kiss is just a kiss. And this body is female. He's a good kisser. Although, hah, it's kind of a fight since we're both pressing, taking the lead, aggressively working our tongues against each other. I'm growling slightly. His arms are squeezing against me but now a hand (his left?) moves down to my ass, squeezing hard. I sigh and moan and mewl and push into him and all kinds of other things because then his other hand finds a nipple and squeezes. Still kissing him, still feeling his hands on me. Feeling how wet I am and how amazing Elaine's mouth feels on my pussy. And then his arms are around me again, holding tight, because I'm cumming. He stumbles against my weight as I go limp but he doesn't drop me. He grunts from the effort of it. Fuck you. I'm not that heavy. I feel flesh beneath my fingers. Beneath my nails. I'm clawing his back. Still kissing him. Deeply. Passionately. And then there's a wet sucking at a nipple. Elaine. Jesus, yes. Lightning bolts down to my fucking crotch. Barely recovering from my orgasm but wanting more and more. "The... the bed..." I manage to say. We stumble to the bedroom. Okay. I stumble. Elaine mostly does all right and Stephen, damn him, just walks. I put Elaine on the bed and lay her down. She pulls her legs up and lifts her hips up to me but then turns over to her hands and knees, ass in the air, pussy glistening in the light. Offering herself to me. I go down on her again, two fingers in her tight little pussy, pressing down against where the one spot is in my pussy. She's very wet and apparently the same spot works on her. She's nearly screaming and pushing back on my fingers. My mouth goes to her clit and I'm gently pushing it around as I rub the top of her pussy from the inside. Her hips grind harder and harder against me. Her hairy pussy is full of her scent, the long pubic hair around my nose. I'm growling into her pussy as I suck her lips into my mouth, nipping at her clit, fingering her hard. She growls back. It's a cute little growl but definitely that. Definitely a little rumbling in her throat. Her nails are cutting into my bed sheets, ripping them slightly. When she looks back at me briefly, her eyes are glazed as if she isn't sure where she is and what she's doing but she's pushing hard against me. She almost looks heavily drunk. I get bits of her pussy hair in my teeth as I lick her. Something is different but I can't notice. My body feels hot and heavy and I'm kneading her ass and lower back with my free hand as I growl into her cunt. I don't notice the trails of blood as my claws dig in. Stephen grabs my ass in his hands and pulls the cheeks apart. I barely have any warning as he shoves his face between my ass, nose and mouth against my sopping wet pussy. He's not gentle now. I can barely concentrate on Elaine's pussy in front of me. Jesus. It's amazing. The roughness. Just feeling it against me. Not being in control even to this little degree. My whole body is trembling from it. From the aggression of the man behind me, sucking on my clit and lips, pushing his tongue into me. His scratchy beard on my sensitive cunt. I want more. I want all of it. I crawl onto the bed, pushing Elaine back as I go to my hands and knees. I look back at Stephen. I should notice the difference. How his eyes look confused. His five o'clock shadow closer to a beard now. His ears very, very slightly tipped and longer. His forearms are more hairy and his chest (previously smooth) has a line of hair running down the middle. He pulls back and fumbles for the condom he brought with him. Looks at it, turning it in his hands. Confused. Stupid. His dick is huge looking from here and the skin around it is thicker than I remember. The tip is different. Almost pointed. It's dotted with a trail of pre-cum and I can almost imagine the smell of it from where I am. My mouth waters. I FUCKING WANT. He's taking too goddamned long to mount me. I'm seconds away from slamming him to the ground and riding him but I want this first. This first time. On my hands and knees. Why? Goddammit. There's a buzz in my brain and my body feels too hot and ache-y. I need it. I need it in me. I reach around with my hands, pulling myself open to him, my scent flooding the room. Elaine bucks, cumming as her claws rip my blanket to shreds. A thin line of fur is growing from her pussy up her lower stomach. "Now. Do it. Now." I can't make words. I think I'm drooling. My mouth feels funny. I can't think straight. Apparently, neither can Stephen. He's still turning the condom packet over and over as if he's just discovered it for the first time. "But... but... the ... the thing... the ... you know..." His canine teeth are sharper than they should be. Slightly longer. I push my ass against him, rubbing my wet pussy against the length of his dick. He roars and drops the condom to grab the back of my neck. He tries to push my head down but I'm stronger and I glare back at him. "NO." I say. Angry. He almost whimpers but releases me immediately, grabbing my ass with both hands. I push back again. "In." I tell him. "Inside." I'm burning up. My pussy is a furnace, needing his dick in me. The pit of my stomach is molten lava. I'm going to fucking hurt him if he's not... FHOSYT(S*GY*(SHDUHDU!!!! He finally remembers to hold himself as he pushes into me and we're both roaring from it. Elaine has gone to her stomach, furry pussy pushing against my mouth in the hopes that I'll pleasure her. I can't... I can't... Her small back is dotted with sweat and I can see her skin moving as muscles push and pull and grow. I can't... Stephen's dick is in me and I've never felt anything like it in my entire life. I can't remember him pushing into me. Spreading me open with it. It just happened. I want to remember. I want to remember it all but I can't. I can feel his claws digging sharply into my flesh. I can. OH FUCKING JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK he's slamming into me and it's hitting something deep inside and it fucking hurts but it also feels amazing and my ears are roaring or I'm roaring and my face is burning and what the fuck is he hitting and why does it feel so goddamned amazing?! He's pounding and I can't even think straight except to push back hard against him, growling and grunting and mewling and clawing at my bed, taking out chunks of the mattress as I do it. Wanting him deeper and deeper and harder. I'm quickly learning to angle my hips in just the right way to make him hit what I want. I growl and snap at him as he tries to grab the back of my neck again. No fucking way. I'm not his sub. No fucking way. He lets go almost immediately. Ow. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Yessssss. Fucking yes. Fu... fuck... now when he's pushing into me, the base of his dick is suddenly slamming my pussy open. The base of his dick is thicker. Crazy thick. Amazingly thick. It shouldn't... it's not... it shouldn't... fuck fuck fuck fuck yes! It bulges. The base of his cock is bulging and it hurts but feels so fucking good. He's not in me all the way, I can tell. He's pulling out before he's all the way in. "No. All of it. Give me all of it. Do it." I push back really hard, muscles tensing, bed creaking suddenly, threatening to break under my strength as I feel muscles I never knew existed aiding me. I feel it. His dick. Let me back up slightly. I never mentioned what it was like having a dick in me. It's... I feel full. I feel good. I can feel it against the walls of my pussy but mostly I feel the head hitting different spots and that's what really does it for me. The head, oddly pointed slamming into my cervix or walls or whatever angle I have him at. But, now? Now that I pushed hard against him, taking him in completely? I can't parse it but in slow motion, I feel this thickness spread my pussy open more and more until it's in me and almost locked in. The muscle near my opening holding this round, bulbous shape of the base of his dick inside of me. It's rubbing EVERYTHING at the entrance of my pussy and it's driving me wild. My universe shrinks down to that small area right there. That area and the tip still stabbing into all the right spots. And I think Elaine is under me, sucking on my nipples. She has sharp little teeth and something is cold on my breast. Cold and wet. But all I know is his dick in me. The knot. I don't know that that's what it is but, it is. I'm mounted. He can't pull out all the way so he's doing hard little movements in and out and in and out and it's... an electrical storm in my gut and pussy. Lightning strikes and I'm screaming from it, tearing my bed apart and grinding against him. My pussy feels completely full but still wants more. I feel his gigantic dick pushing against my tight pussy and I still want more of it. His dick suddenly expands, the head of it growing larger and then his cum - jets of it slamming into me, deep into me as his grip tightens on my hips. The head swells again and again and I can feel the cum filling me. The world explodes and it all goes white and I'm screaming and thrashing and clawing and biting until I'm exhausted from it. My eyes are rolling back in my head and I can't breathe properly. I keep trying to breathe but it's little jerky gasps that aren't filling my lungs. I'm thrashing and clawing and bucking and shaking as the orgasm rolls through me and over me, along my spine and legs and stomach and cunt. I don't feel the flood as I'm squirting and soaking myself and Stephen. Things are vague shapes around me. There are noises and movements but they're lost to me. The only thing I know is Stephen pulls out of me. I know this because I feel the strange knot come out and it hurts but it also makes me cum again. Hard. Again. I hear Elaine scream and whimper and I think I accidentally hit her but I have no idea. I can't control my body. I'm jack-knifing with my legs drawing up and twisting. Everything is too hot, too loud and too sensitive. I don't notice Stephen or Elaine as they licking my slightly fuzzy back and shoulders and neck and cheeks, rumbling and growling together. I don't notice Elaine kissing me or that I'm kissing her back, feeling her sharp teeth against my tongue. Or the way she's nuzzling my cheek and growling, the way the fuzz of fur on her face and her blackened, oddly pebbled nose feels cool against me. She's shaking with the effort of staying up. Both of them are. I'm still coherent and would be able to form words if I had to but, looking at these two, they're gone. Grunts and growls and mewls and basic sounds. Nobody is home. Glazed eyes, drool and simple expressions. It's strange. It doesn't bother me while I'm in this state but I don't know what to make of it. I have vague memories of Stephen kneeling next to my mouth, swaying and shaking. His knotted penis is covered with both of our cum. The smell is intense and immediately brings me to semi-consciousness. I remember rolling to my side and taking his dick into my mouth. My mouth that is longer than it should be. Fuzzier. Sharper teeth. A short muzzle taking as much of him as I can, long tongue running along the length of him, tasting our cum mixed together. Thick, warm, salty and exquisite. Swallowing and sucking and licking until I can't even sit up any more. It hurts. My whole body hurts. Stephen falls next to me. And wraps me in his arms. Elaine presses against my stomach. She's fuzzy and warm and smells like pussy. Musky. I want. I really want to go between her legs and taste her again but I don't think any of us has the energy or strength to move. And then, blackness as we pass out, piled together. Warm. Half furry. Half beast. Layers Ch. 05 Pleasure in darkness. My brain is foggy and I can feel myself struggling to wake up. Struggling because it feels like I weigh a ton. Fragments of the night before flash teasingly through my brain like a kinetoscope without a soundtrack. Sex. Claws. Fangs. Fur. Little flashes of memory whirling 'round and 'round as I try to make sense of things. There's a ... there are two pinpoints of pleasure hitting me as I wake - my chest and crotch. I crack my eyes, moaning at the weight on me. Elaine is on top of me, one hand on my lower stomach and another on her right breast, eyes closed, hips gyrating. My right hand is on her left thigh. My left hand is tussled in Stephen's hair, fingers twined through strands as I hold him to my chest, massaging and rubbing him. His mouth is warm and wet against my nipple and that, more than Elaine, is making my toes curl. He's rolling and licking the nipple, making little "mmmm" sounds as he does. I reach for his dick and he hunches, moving himself closer so I can grab it's thickness in my hand. He murmurs his approval and I can feel a small bit of pre-cum on the head of his dick. My mouth waters at the memory of sucking on him the night before. He kisses me briefly before bending back down to my nipple. Elaine feels amazing. Her lithe body like a dancer focused on her moves, alone in a crowd. I watch her body flexing as she rides me. ...as she rides me... No. No! "No!" I yell – out loud this time. They both freeze, almost comically. I grip Stephen's hair and pull, hard. My nipple comes out of his mouth with a wet pop, his dick slipping through my hand as he backs away. I start to push Elaine off of me but she gets the hint and pulls off to sit on the edge of the bed near my legs. My dick slaps against my lower stomach, wet from Elaine's pussy. I can feel it throb against me. MY dick. Goddammit! I scramble back, hugging my knees to my chest, face to my knees and my eyes closed. I should tell them to get the fuck out of my house but I can't even look at them. Can't even talk. They saw. They saw me as a man. I feel sick. I kissed Stephen. As a man. Held his dick. Wanted to suck his dick. As a man. My stomach clenches, hard muscles tensing, threatening to empty itself. Yeah, I see the logic problem here. I was the same person last night, just different looking. Different equipment. That doesn't make what I'm experiencing right now any different. I can't help it. "Why?" I gasp, still curled into a tight ball. I want to vanish. I'm crushing my body against my legs and it hurts a little. My balls ache and I wish I could crush them into non-existence. The nipple Stephen was sucking on aches dully. I can hear them both move slightly. Possibly looking at each other? There's a slight pause but then Elaine answers. She sounds unsure. "Why what?" Now it's my turn to hesitate. "You remember last night, don't you? You remember me. How I was then. Why? You see me now. Why are you two doing this?" Another pause as she or they consider it. Stephen shifts his weight on the bed and it feels like he's moving towards me. I lean away from him and he stops whatever he was doing. Elaine answers again. "Because. You're... you're you." I lift my head and look at her, taking care to keep Stephen out of my peripheral vision. Elaine is sitting with her legs crossed, hunched slightly, arms crossed with her hands on her ankles. It hurts me to look at her for some reason. She looks completely honest and open and pretty. She has a sprinkle of freckles above her small, perky breasts. I can't help but look at her slightly hairy pussy. She was neatly trimmed last night. She's obviously wet and the scent from her pussy is keeping me hard - I can smell her on me. We watch each other for a moment. "I don't get it." I tell her, finally. "Look at me. I'm not me. I'm not the woman from last night. Don't lie to me. Just fucking look!" I'm kneeling now as I yell at her. She flinches from my voice but she looks - head to knees to crotch to head. She blinks and shrugs. "I know. I know you're not the woman from last night. But, you are. I... I don't know how to say it but... you smell the same. Only not exactly like that. Not exactly like a smell. But I know it's you. And, yeah, I'd like to know how the hell that happened but when I woke up, all I saw was you and something moved in me and ... I just wanted you." Her voice is quiet at the end. Like a small child. She's looking down at the bed as she continues. "And it doesn't make sense but it is what it is. Even now I want to touch you and feel your arms on me. I have this urge to make you happy and I can't help it. I know you're different. You're not a woman now but you're still you. That's what I mean." My heart aches looking at her. I want to hold her, too. It's not that we've had sex. It's not even completely that she looks like a sad chastised child. There's something else that I can't put my finger on. Something that makes me simultaneously want to comfort and protect her and something that makes me want to take her. To mount her and fuck her until I'm filling her with my cum. Elaine looks up, almost as if she can feel my desire. Her eyes are small and hopeful. Stephen's presence weighs heavy to my left. I can feel him there. Hear his breathing. There's something almost like a heat coming from where he sits. I feel myself tugged by him as well. Something that makes me want him. I gnash my teeth against it. A small growl bubbles up. It shouldn't bother me. I mean, it should. On some level, it should. I was physically a woman last night but still me. That should've bothered me – that I'm still mentally a man and I was sucking a guy's dick. And me touching him this morning should bother me. Then there's this ache in the pit of my stomach. The way my mouth waters at the thought of tasting our cum on him... that should sure the hell bother me. This fucking body! It's making me want it even though it's wrong. It's MAKING me. My voice is harsher than I've ever heard it. There's an edge to it and I feel the anger in my body. "You want to make me happy? You want that?" Elaine nods at me, eyes lowered. "Then come here and give me your ass." She doesn't hesitate. She crawls to me and then turns, presenting herself, ass in the air and head down, hands gripping the sheets. "Please." Is all she says. I grab her ass and lean in to taste her. She's wet and I feel her shudder against my mouth. She pushes into me and I suck at her cunt. I don't notice Stephen move until his hand touches my shoulder. I recoil from him and pull off of Elaine. My eyes are wild and angry as I finally look at him. This man that outweighs me by at least 60 lbs and all of it muscle. This naked man with a hard dick bigger than mine. This supposedly completely straight man. "Get the fuck away from me!" I yell at him. I shouldn't be this angry. I've never been an outwardly angry person. Ever. I expect him to get angry. I expect both of them to tell me to eff off and then leave. I welcome that. They don't. Stephen scrambles back, pushing himself into a corner, knees pulled up. Elaine whines slightly and wriggles her ass at me, reminding me that she's there and waiting. Her back is strong. I want to run my fingers down her. I want to touch her and nuzzle against her. I've never had a woman as beautiful as she is. Something about her makes my heart ache in this strange way. I take my mostly hard dick into my hand and push into her. She cries out and pushes hard back, impaling herself on me. Something about the extra movement - the unasked for movement - pisses me off and I grab the back of her neck hard, pushing her down on the bed. If anything, she gets even more wet. I lean forward on my left hand while holding her, digging my toes into the bed as I fuck her. Growling, gnashing my teeth, so damn angry at nothing and everything at once. My loss. The situation. That fucking man. Her orgasm pushes my dick out and I'm ashamed that I'm not even completely hard. I just pop out of her as she cums. All that rage, all that anger and I can't even stay hard while fucking a woman. Jesus wept. "Can... can I touch myself?" Stephen's voice is unexpected and hesitant from the corner of the room. Oh Christ. I can't... this is just too much. I sit back as the anger drains out of me. Eyes closed with my hands pressed against them. "Just go." I tell them. "Don't say another word and just go. Please. I can't deal with this. I can't. I just fucking can't." They go. Quietly. Without a word. I hear them gather their clothes and keys and who knows what else. They could be robbing me blind and I wouldn't care. The front door opens and closes and I still sit in the same position. I can't even cry about it. I just stare at the bed thinking about nothing at all. Purposefully thinking about nothing. Pushing away any coherent thought when one threatens to rear its ugly head. I feel empty and nauseous at the whole thing. My clock glares at me - a little after 7 AM. Too damn early. They must've turned off my alarms because nothing is screaming at me right now. I contemplate just going back to sleep but I don't think I can. I'm tired but unsettled. Keyed up. Goddamn chest hur... My fingers pause mid-scratch on my chest. Fingernails that I shouldn't have brushing against a very, very slight swell that shouldn't exist. Just inches away from a fat nipple still slightly wet and happy from Stephen's mouth. Was that what he was sucking on? It's not gone completely this time? I look down and see both of my nipples are exactly like they are when I'm a woman - brown and large. Odd on my nearly flat hairless chest. My dick aches and the sight excites me but I can't seem to get completely hard. So, I do cry now. It's not like yesterday where I have no idea why it's happening. At least, I hope I'm right about why. Yesterday it took a while before it started. Today... perhaps today I woke up to these nipples. Maybe tomorrow I wake up as a woman. And then maybe I stay that way. It's maddening. I don't know what the rules are. I don't know why this is happening, how long it'll last or anything about it. All I know is, I want it back. I want it back and I don't want it to go away. I... I don't even care about the werewolf stuff. At all. If it was just the woman... if it was just her... I would like that. I've never even had a fetish about it. Never even been curious. But, having experienced it - having felt what it means, I want it. Badly. I'd give anything for it to stay. All of that goes through my head while I shake quietly from the tears. And so, when I can feel a slight tug on my ass, I smile tremulously. It feels like some has their fingers in my skin, directly massaging the nerves and muscles. It surprisingly doesn't hurt but it makes me wriggle a little. I can feel myself filling out. I can see the skin pushing out when I look down. Smoothing out the few little wrinkles and folds in my skin. My thighs are next and I can't seem to control them - little tiny muscle spasms tug and pull at me and all I can do is watch. Thickening. Muscles growing under the slight padding of fat and skin as they grow to match my larger ass. I feel the way the new muscles connect to the ass cheeks. There's a slight itch as nerves and muscles combine, pulling the ass firm, fitting the way my hips flair out as - there's a muffled cracking sound that makes me gasp. Bones rearranging. It does hurt now. That dull ache is back inside of me and my dick immediately goes limp. I've never seen that happen. One moment it's semi-hard, throbbing and leaking pre-cum and the next it's just down and smaller as if a switch was flipped. My balls shrivel up like it's suddenly freezing. The skin contracts within seconds and I almost feel like I've been kicked in the nuts. But, no wonder. I watch in semi-horror as one side of my sack dimples in and there's this sensation like... like... a bit like sucking a grape hard through a straw. Only the straw is somewhere in my pelvis and the grape is one of my testi... there goes the other one. Fuck. That's not pleasant. Not at all. My ball sack hangs empty like a deflated balloon, close to my crotch since it's still shriveled. It's actually really gross to see. There are things going on in my stomach. Moving around. Things that - oh, yup, that's... yup. I lean over the side of my bed and puke, stomach heaving. I can't help it. Whatever is happening in my stomach or pelvis or whatever the fuck it is hurts bad. Very bad. And there's this sudden rush of something all over my body that makes me feel extremely queasy. Cold sweat shaking kind of queasy as if I just took a huge amount of some drug or something. My nipples brush against my blanket and I wish they'd stop because even though I'm puking, they're distracting me. But then the whatever-it-was is gone and I'm feeling too happy. Manic almost. Everything is suddenly funny and bright. I'm still shaking and sweating and dry heaving but laughing in-between it. Like a crazy person. It's just... it's just... I don't fucking know... everything... But then it all drops out and I'm crying. Sobbing. It's terrible. Like my whole family died in ... no, now that's passed. It's ping-ponging back and forth but getting shorter between peaks. "Fuuuu-!" Crunch. My throat goes bad and it hurts. Fingers to my throat and I'm gasping through a furnace of pain. I need to throw up again but I can't. I can't even breathe. Nothing is coming out and I'm gasping for any air at all. Tossing and flopping on the bed because I didn't get a good deep breath before it... oh, fuck. There it goes. I can breathe again. Thank fucking god. And the weird emotional stuff has passed, too. My stomach clenches again and it hurts but it's empty and the nausea is starting to pass. I bury my face in the bed, smelling the sex from last night. All of us mixed together. My ass is in the air and the memory of what that means stirs things inside of me. Things that weren't there this morning. When I'm sure I won't suddenly throw up again, I sit back. I think my legs are longer. Somehow along the way it looks like they've stretched out. My thighs aren't quite as thick as just a minute ago and I have calf muscles again. My feet are about the same size as a man but the toes are ... longer? Skinnier? I can't tell but something is definitely different. More feminine in a subtle way. All of it smooth. The skin from ass down is a creamy white color with a hint of a tan. My ball sack is still hanging loose and shriveled. I touch it gently but feel nothing. I can't even feel my own touch. Like there's nothing there. I push harder and my finger pushes the skin inside me. THAT is fucked up. My pussy is in place and waiting. It doesn't hurt so I push all of it inside. While I can't feel my scrotum anymore, I can sure the hell feel my pussy and it makes me gasp. My fingers slide around inside with the skin. There're no pussy lips or anything - it's just this long hole leading into me. But then, my scrotum separates and reattaches. While I'm touching it. That almost pushes me into throwing up again but I hold it back. A wave of prickling heat burns along the walls of my pussy and then my fingers just press all the way inside. Deep inside, I'm wet but it's dry just at the entrance of my pussy. For just a moment and then I'm completely wet. And warm. So warm. I've missed this feeling. I missed it so much. The feeling of a pussy. I can't stop touching and rubbing myself, even as I watch extra skin grow from the edge of the pussy. Lips. I wish I could see them better but at least I can feel them. Extra skin from the outside of the pussy is pulled and bunched into my labia and I feel another rush of heat as they fatten, becoming engorged. It's intense. I'm aching in a good way now. It makes my breath catch and my heart starts fluttering. I remember. I remember offering myself to Stephen last night. Forcing his dick into my wet pussy. Feeling the way he opened me. Feeling the way my pussy eagerly pulled him in. And then, oh Jesus. The knot. Fuck. My hips buck and roll, rocking at an imaginary dick pushed deep into me. My fingers go to my mouth and I suck at my fingertips, feeling the hard long nails against my tongue. Moaning as I lick them. Tasting myself. Eyes closed, remembering myself being mounted and the way the hard knot hurt and felt amazing at the same time. I don't notice when my dick is pulled in or the way the skin folds around, forming my clit. At least I don't notice until I touch myself and that wire goes live against. Goes straight to the pit of my stomach with an electric pulse, making my legs jerk and pull in. Making me open my pussy with two long, feminine fingers hooked into myself, scratching lightly against that one particular spot. Feeling the way my ass moves as I grind my hips against my fingers. The pressure builds inside of me as I push harder and harder, faster, no longer trying to touch anything specifically - just fucking myself with my fingers. More and more and more - I want it all. And then, release. I scream and the voice is the woman's voice. Shrill and high and loud until I bury my face in my pillows, still screaming. My body is shaking like it usually does and my hand is completely soaked in my cum. My thighs as well - warm liquid completely covers my upper thighs and my ass. I've squirted again. Oh god. Please. Please let this stay. Please let me stay like this. I'm not religious but I say that small prayer as I'm shivering and quaking from the orgasm. When my body work again, I sit up and back against a pillow. The smell of my cum is strong. I can see the way it looks on my pussy and the area around it. Slick. I love the way my thighs feel and how sensitive they are after I cum. The way it feels to scratch my inner thighs with my long nails, raising and lowering my thighs as I sit with them open and down. The way the air feels on my cunt and the way it feels inside: warm and hungry and wet. My chest is still mostly flat. I can see myself in the standing mirror and my face is caught half-way between man and woman. I look away - I can't see myself as a man right now. I can't deal with it. Not right now. Instead, I grab where my tits should be and pinch my nipples. Oh Jesus. That's fucking amazing. It's the same thing as always but every time the feeling screams down my spine and stomach to dig into my cunt and make me want to be fucked. The skin around the nipples is loose and itchy so massaging them feels really good. The itch is deep but I grab and knead at the flesh to try to reach it. My shoulders and neck tickle, sending goose bumps down my arms. My hair is growing out. I feel it sliding against my scalp and ears and neck. Thick and blonde again. There's slight popping sounds around my shoulders and back. I can feel movement all over but I don't want to look at what it's doing. In case the male part of me is still looking back. My shoulders are twitching so something? As a woman I was bigger in general so maybe I'm... haha... filling out? Speaking of that, I feel my tits now. Small. Rounded. Slightly rounded under my hands. I'd probably get sick again if I could see what was happening under the skin. Different things growing and forming. Glands or stuff? I should read about it. Fat tissues? They feel good. Really good. Soft even at this size. A small contented growl escapes my lips as I arch my back, stretching new muscles and luxuriating in the feeling of my tits. They're moving under my hands, rasping slightly as they grow larger. The itching intensifies and I watch the aureole grow as my tits become C cups. And then larger. Heavy. My chest in general has expanded from this morning. I AM bigger as a woman. Stockier but still curvy and sexy as fuck. When I look in the mirror this time, she looks back at me and we both grin. It's done. Not even 8 AM and she's back. I'm back. I feel perfect. Happy. Incredibly happy and confident and like everything is going to be all right. I stretch, back arched, hands back, legs all the way out and toes pointed. And then to my hands and knees, head down, arms all the way out, wriggling side to side with my hips. And laughing. My breasts pull at me. The position is too tempting and I masturbate again with my legs spread, ass up and arm under me, rubbing at my clit and inside of myself. And again. It's a rush every time. Layers Ch. 05 I finally break away from the bed and into the shower to clean off all of my cum. I'm tempted again in the shower but I tell myself I'll wait. I have a whole day ahead of me. Plenty of time to explore and experience things. I should remember to charge my camera and take more videos this time. My hair is still a pain in the ass to dry. Somehow the thought of needing to buy a hair dryer makes me feel unreasonably happy. I nearly squeal from the thought of me standing as a woman, blow drying my hair. That probably means I'm stupid but, whatever. Dried off and dressed in my old clothes again. Ready for the start of a beautiful day. Even if there are dark clouds out there. There's a small folded piece of paper on my living room floor. That's creepy. Oh. Right. The couple from last night. I almost throw it away without reading it. I come very damn close to doing that. Like, standing at the trash can close. It takes effort to force myself to open it and my stomach is full of butterflies. The handwriting is fast and messy but distinctly female: "Call us. Don't care if man or woman." And a phone number. It chokes me up. Why? Not "Why does it choke me up" but (well, okay that too) more "Why are they doing this?" I don't understand. If it were me... if I were on the other side and saw that? Fell asleep to the woman and woke to a man? No, not a woman. Part of it but... why do I keep forgetting the werewolf? Even now it's hard to mentally grasp. It happened last night - didn't it? I couldn't have imagined that. Changing. Watching them change. Do they remember it? What does that mean for things? Did I do that to them? How? Too many damn questions. Calling is safe. Not being able to see their faces. Not being face-to-face. Safer. They can answer questions and I can hang up and never talk to them again if it goes bad. I dial. It picks up almost immediately and it's Elaine's voice. She sounds overly eager. "Hello?" "It's... do you remember from last night? And this morning? I'm... I'm back. As the woman." How lame that sounds. I wasn't prepared for this part. For how to introduce myself. The phone rustles slightly and then I hear Stephen's voice, faint in the distant. Faint but relieved. "Oh, thank god." He says. Elaine speaks over him. "Yes. Yeah. Of course we remember. Thank you. Thank you for calling back. I - " She laughs and it almost sounds like she's about to cry but that can't be right. "We didn't think you'd call." I hear Stephen again: "Tell him I said thank you too!" Jesus. He sounds like some eager little boy. "She." I tell Elaine. "Not he. She." I don't know why it bothers me or why it makes a difference with them but it does. I hear a rustling and that specific weird scraping noise that tells me Elaine's covering the phone. I can still hear her. "Stephen, honey, I love you but if you fuck this up, I swear to god... It's 'she' not 'he'. She wants to be called she. She's a woman. Please, Stephen. Remember, okay? It's important." The hand comes off and she's talking all cheerful like she wasn't just yelling at her husband. "I told him. Sorry about that! Are you still there?" I weigh my options. Do I ignore that outburst? No. I need to know why. So, I ask. I ask her why it's important to her. There's a long pause and I start to wonder if she's hung up or something's happened. I'm about to ask if she's still there but she speaks up. "I don't know. Something happened. I can't remember everything last night. By the time we made it to the bedroom... everything after that is just this weird blur. But, waking up, seeing you? There was this immediate 'What the hell?' reaction. It was brief but it was there. I knew it was you as soon as I saw you. As soon as I ... smelled you. And... have you... have you ever been in love? Crazy stupid love? Where you get these warm fuzzy feelings and you feel like you'd do anything for the other person? That they have a piece of you? An important piece? It feels like that. Please don't laugh or be creeped out. I can't explain it except to say that it's there. For both of us. We've talked about it all morning. We're both anxious. We can't sit still. I... we..." She is about to cry. "I can't handle you being mad at me. I know how this sounds but we just want to be near you. We want... we need to see you again. Please? You're not mad at us, are you?" What the fuck do I do with that? How do I even begin to respond to that? Both of them? Stephen? My memory of him is brief but trying to imagine him as needy or anxious or anything like that doesn't work. Not from the little I know of him. And how does that even work with what he saw this morning? But, the funny thing? I can hear Elaine getting anxious and almost scared and it's doing something to me. I don't like it. I don't like hearing her unhappy. It makes me want to hurt something. It makes me want to bite something. I'm grinding my teeth as she finished talking and it's not because I'm mad at her. I apparently don't like hearing her under duress. I can hear Stephen asking about it - what I'm saying and whether I'm mad. He DOES sound anxious. I remember him last night. Feeling his warm arms around me, holding me up. Feeling that strength and comfort but then nearly tackling him in the bedroom because he was moving too slow for me. Nearly forcing myself on him. Wanting to hold him down and sit on his dick. I can feel my pulse speeding up at the memory. The duality of it - his warmth and protectiveness around me but then feeling my aggression and dominance kick in. It's there again now. I want to smack him and then fuck him right now. I'm so messed up. She's waiting for me to talk. She can hear my breathing and she's waiting for me. I can at least answer. I can do that. "I'm not mad, Elaine." Her sigh is heavy with feeling. "I still don't know what's going on. This is completely new to me. All of this. This... being a woman. I don't know how or why exactly. I don't feel the same thing you do but there's something there. I..." I pause but then plow ahead. "I want to see you both again." She squeals and I can picture it. It makes me smile and my heart does this little happy jump. She tells Stephen what I said and, while he doesn't squeal, I can hear the delight in his voice. I'm trying to talk over their little happy party but it takes me several tries to interrupt them. Elaine is immediately apologizing. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm just... I can't believe it! I don't know why I feel this happy but I do. I seriously do. Thank you so much. Oh my gosh, thank you. When? Now? Can we see you now? When?" "No. No, not now. Well, wait." I bite my lip while I think. I need clothes. I can't keep just wearing the same thing here. "Yes. But, can you do me a favor? Can you pick up some clothes for me? Just one set so I have something. And... underwear? I'll pay you back when I take out some cash." I'm blushing. Holy crap. I happily sucked a man's dick last night and I'm blushing at the thought of wearing women's underwear? Actually? Elaine sounds like she's bouncing. I can hear her smile through the phone. "Are you kidding?! I'd LOVE to do it! I'll drag Stephen with me and we'll find something for you. I love shopping!" Now I'M smiling. "Okay, then. Not much. Something simple? Do you remember how big I am? I don't know anything about sizes or anything. I'm just... I don't even know my bra size. Nothing crazy. And call me when you're close to here?" "Yes! Oh gosh, yes! I'll find you something cute, sweetie. You don't worry about that. I think I remember your amazing body really well." I'm blushing again, damn her. "Okay! We're heading out right now and we'll be there in about an hour?" I tell her okay and I have to hang up first because she won't or can't stop talking about how excited she is. I have no idea how that isn't annoying as hell but it isn't. So far. It's more like two hours before my phone rings. I'd been lounging. Catching up on news. Looking up porn. Looking up transgender things. Reading about menstrual stuff and women's health. Body diagrams. That kind of thing. So when my phone rings, it startles me but I answer and thank Elaine for letting me know she's on the way. Fifteen minutes later, my doorbell rings. Elaine stands in the front this time with Stephen nervously standing behind her. She has both hands full with shopping bags so she ignored my "one set" comment, it looks like. She's beaming at me. It's almost painful to watch. I hug her and she goes to tip-toes to nuzzle against my cheek. It's not a quick little face hug - she's actually rubbing her cheek against me over and over and there's this little vibration deep in her throat that almost kind-of sort-of could be a low growl. I have to break it off. She looks a little dazed but is still smiling. Some part of me feels ... settled...? with her there. Stephen goes for a hug while I go for a handshake and we do that awkward dance thing that ends in a half-hug that feels completely alien as a woman. Elaine is very pointedly not watching. He also smells my hair. Or takes a big whiff of me and my hair just happens to be there. That's kind of creepy. I feel that same odd thing with Stephen that I do with Elaine. Kind of like my family came home and I haven't seen them for a long time. But, I also very specifically remember the way his dick had me spread open last night. I can feel my pussy relax and grow wet. Dammit. I stand back quickly and wave them into the living room where I offer them the small couch. I make drinks for everyone but before I can take the one chair in the living room, Elaine is already digging through her bags. She eyes me, takes things out and then tosses most of the clothes onto the couch. "Okay! I have some clothes! Let's go!" Before I can argue, she grabs my arm and pulls me into the bedroom. Once there, she empties the shopping bag - three shirts, two slacks, some panties, various bras and a black bag. It looks suspiciously like a makeup bag but I ignore it for now. I want to touch the clothes but I feel nervous. Not ashamed but...? No, I don't quite know what it is but I hesitate. Elaine is watching me. "You'll need to get naked, honey." She tells me. 'Honey.' I don't know how to respond to that. At all. It feels weird. I'm shy getting naked but I do. Elaine is biting her lip and her cheeks are red. "Oh. Oh, yes. You're beautiful." I turn away, arm across my breasts and hand covering my pussy. Blushing again. This is embarrassing. She's seen me naked. We've had sex of a kind. Why am I bothering to cover myself? I turn and take my hands away. It's hard to do but I do it. Her eyes are crawling over my body as if she's memorizing every curve and line. I can smell her pussy again. It's faint but I can smell it. She's very wet. It stirs something in me and my teeth are starting to itch. I clear my throat and she blinks up at me. "Right. Yes. Clothes. Right." Bras are weird. All I've had so far is my somewhat tight old shirt and it was thick enough so that it actually held the breasts in a bit. But bras? Weird. Elaine shows me how to put it on but I can't reach my arms around properly and I get frustrated when she keeps trying to teach me. So, instead, I put the padding in the back, strap in the front so I can see what I'm doing while I hook it. And then I pull it around and stuff my breasts in it. It's tight and it feels like it's cutting into me. I have to kind of dig my hands into the sides and shift my tits around to settle them. Not sexy at all. Not at all. Elaine finds it amusing and is biting back her laughter. Two of the five panties she brought don't fit but the other three feel great. Silky on my skin but otherwise like they aren't there. There is no scrotum for the underwear to pinch on or a dick that's getting in the way and pressing on things or anything like that. It's all flat and awesome. There are two shirts, black and dark green. The black one fits and that makes me happy. Nine times out of ten, I'll go for a darker color like black. It's...hmmm... low cut. It shows off my tits. No way around that. I have to adjust it so my bra doesn't show and, when I do that without Elaine having to tell me, she does let out a cute little laugh before biting her lip again. Her eyes are shining from unshed laughter. Damn her. The fabric feels great. Soft. Slightly stretchy. I like it. The pants are just slacks. Again, nice material and it holds everything in without being too tight. My ass is FANTASTIC. I have to turn over and over in the mirror to look. I hear a loud and very obvious "Mmmmhmmmmmm" from Elaine as I look over my shoulder at myself with my hands on my hips. I look amazing. Blonde hair, heart shaped face and curves to die for. Very, very slight dimples on my cheeks. "Now." Elaine says. "Now we finish you off." She hops onto the bed and sits with her legs crossed, black bag in her lap. "Oh no." I tell her. "Huh-uh. I'm good. I don't need it." "No, you don't. You really absolutely don't. But, let me show you something. Please." Fuck her and her pleading little puppy dog eyes. I choke back a snarl and sit in front of her. I have no idea what goes on. Every time she comes at my eyes with some pencil looking thing, I jerk back and ask what she's doing. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. My heart is pounding. She could put my eye out with those goddamned things. She has these thick poofy brushes tipped with pale brown powder, black pencils, some eye curling thing that makes me want to weep and... I eventually just let go. I give into it. Like some dog resigned to the bath that he knows is coming whether he wants it or not. Whether she wants it or not. After an eternity, she's done. She says nothing but points to the mirror. I'm scared but I turn. Oh. Oh, okay. Yeah. It's... subtle. I thought I'd look like some cheap prostitute with all the things she was using on me but you can barely tell it's there. The faint black eye lining and eyelashes, blush and god knows what else just enhances my features. I look incredible but not fake. That's the important part. Just accentuated. "No fucking kidding, Elaine. You're amazing. Look at me." I touch my face carefully, as if it's a mask waiting to just come away. It doesn't. "Maybe... ummm... maybe some day you can show me how you do that." I look over her way and wish I hadn't. She's about to cry for real. Her lips are trembling. I want to nuzzle her and reassure her. What was she scared about? Was she worried I wouldn't like it? Or had she been so worried that I wouldn't want to see her again? Fuck it, I give her a hug and then I DO nuzzle against her, murmuring nothing but reassurances. She relaxes against me. When we walk out, Stephen is in exactly the same position on the couch. He stares. Hard. I look away and feel like a fool. "What?" I ask him. "You're stunning." He's breathless as he says it. Almost worshipful. Now I REALLY can't look at him and instead, flop down in my little chair. It somehow feels really good to be dressed. Properly dressed in clothes that fit me now. More comfortable. More relaxing. I sit with my legs out and to the sides and my arms on the arm of the chair, looking at the floor. Not at all lady-like but it's how I've sat most of my life. Elaine cuddles up next to her husband and a quick glance shows she's doing that beaming "I wasn't just about to cry" look again. I sigh. "So," I say. They wait. Expectantly. Shit. What was I going to say? How do I even begin? I can't think of a smooth way to do it so I just start with who I am. Standard childhood, parents that did their best with me and we still keep in touch when we can. I love them and try to remember to call them on holidays but they live in another state so that doesn't happen often. I wasn't a popular kid in school but I wasn't picked on a lot, either. Some but not a lot. Mostly I was just ignored and that means I have a hard time with people. And, because of that, I'm not exactly the most confident person around. My tongue gets tied and I stress easy. Usually I get steam-rolled. I've dated a few times and they never seem to end well. The lady just gets bored and we end up breaking up. Not their fault. I think I'm a good guy but I usually deferred to the woman and couldn't ever come up with things to do when we were together. A degree in accounting from the local college with decent grades and the job in the credit department while I procrastinate on studying for the CPA exam. And then the box. This part is hard. I hesitate. I pause. I blush. I look away. I tell them that I like werewolves first. That's hard to do but they have to know for the rest of it to make sense. I don't tell them that I fucked the suit. No way in hell. I tell them I tried it on. And how things felt different after that. The little things the next day and then the big changes the day after that. And then again this morning and how it happened faster. How I'm still me but I see things slightly different. I try to frame it in the sense that I have this body - this gift of a sort and I just want to experience things. But I admit that I want it now. That the thought of being fucked actually turns ME on now. And then I finish. "I don't know how or why but you saw it. You saw me this morning. I'm not making it up." "Do you think it's permanent now?" Elaine asks. They both look fairly serious. Considering. I look at her and frown. "I hope so but I don't know anything about it. That's why I made last night happen with Craigslist. What if it isn't permanent and I only have a little time to experience life as a woman? That's the biggest reason I decided to try sex with a man. I have these lady parts so why not try them out with the real deal? The body certainly agrees with me. I just have to see something or think of something and it just reacts." Speaking of reactions, Stephen has a boner. Has had a boner, I think. I can't help it. I remember last night again and it makes things all slippery inside of me. See? Can't help it. I'm just along for the awesome ride. "I asked Elaine on the phone this morning. I asked her why she did that this morning even though I was a man then. Why you, Stephen? The email said you were straight. Very much so. Didn't it bother you?" I have to know what he thinks. He's been quiet most of this time but I need to know. Stephen looks at his clasped hands in front of him. It's his turn not to be able to look at me. "I agree with Elaine. I am straight. I still am. You're a woman. I see that. I saw that last night and you're the same. That's what I know. This morning..." He frowns and it looks like he's considering his words. He is a handsome man with the slight grey and few wrinkles. He just looks like he's had a lived-in life and enjoyed it while learning about so much. Very different than what I had as I mostly drifted along. "This morning, I could tell it was still you. That was you as a woman. Even before I saw that your...ahhhh.... your nipples were the same. You were a man but you had a woman's nipples. Still. Still if it was anyone else, nothing. Would've been freaked out and horrified and probably ran out. But there was something about you. You're pulling on me even now and it was the same this morning. It's almost as if I could smell that it was still you as a woman. And when Elaine started, I got riled up and joined in. I've gone over it mentally and the thought of two guys fucking still doesn't make me excited. It was... it just felt different this morning. With you." He looks up at me now. "When you told me to sit in the corner, I went. That's never happened before. Ever. But I found myself moving before I even knew what I was doing. And then... oh boy, this is hard for me to say. When you were fucking Elaine, I really wanted to jack off. But every time I went to do it, I couldn't. There was a block. It felt like I'd be disrespecting you and I have no idea why." Layers Ch. 05 He coughs. "So. Dammit. So I asked. I felt pathetic and stupid but I had to ask. I know that if you'd said I could, it'd be all right. But if you'd said no then I couldn't do it. I wouldn't have been able to touch myself. How dumb is that?" He's back to looking at his hands. His knuckles are white and they shake slightly. Elaine puts her hand on his wrist and I feel this urge to go to him. Like with Elaine, the thought of him hurt bothers me. I don't even know these people but I keep getting this little protective vibe. Oh. That's the word my mind's been searching for. Ownership. It feels like I own them and should take care of them. What the hell? I stand. Hesitate. Look at Stephen. And then walk to him, kneeling in front of him. He's still not looking at me. I take his hands, a little larger than mine by not by much, and separate them, putting them on the couch. The next part isn't nearly as hard as it should be. I lean in between his legs and kiss him on the lips. He's surprised by it but then I feel his hand on my back as he joins in. It's a hard, rough kiss and we both have to break away. I stare lustily at him and wipe my mouth, feeling the lipstick rub against the back of my hand. He's watching me. Wanting me. He groans when I grab his dick through his pants. His hands go to my hair, stroking me, massaging slightly. It's a good feeling - one I hadn't ever had done to me as a man. But, his dick. Oh yes. His dick. I can feel my cunt drooling at the thought of it. There's a heat in my lower belly, a need, a craving to be filled. To have something in me. Something hard and thick opening me up, pressing into me. This impossible itch needing to be scratched. I ache for his dick. It's actually mentally distracting and that's unusual for me. At least it was when I was a man. My hands fumble slightly at his zipper but I get it down and unbutton him. I feel Elaine move and then her lips against my neck. It makes the goose bumps happen but I'm focusing on Stephen now. He lifts his hips as I pull down on his pants and underwear until his dick springs free. He still smells slightly like my pussy. He's got a little bit of pubic hair and I smell that he's showered but I can still catch little hints of my cum on him. I growl and there's no hesitation when I grab his dick and pull it to my mouth. I'm a guy. I know how blow jobs go. I know what I like. I have to say, though. It's slightly different playing for the other team. It's warm. I kiss the tip and then push down to take the head of him into my mouth. The extra foreskin is something I don't have experience with as a man. The skin on the head of his dick as an interesting texture against my tongue but I'm distracted by the simple fact that I'm incredibly turned on at the moment. Hard to think of the process clinically when just having a dick in my mouth is making me wriggle my ass and moan. Ooops. Now he's halfway into my mouth and I'm pulling it to the side, feeling it press against my cheek as my mouth works him over. And then back up to the head. Holding onto the base of him, slowly pumping his dick as I suck on him. I feel small hands on my own pants and Elaine unzips me. It's difficult to get my pants off. Difficult because I don't want to take this dick out of my mouth. I feel flushed from the thought of it. Now I'm just bobbing my head up and down, trying to watch where my teeth are going, trying to move my tongue around as much as possible on it – the soft flat part of my tongue. So, yeah, it's difficult to get undressed but I work my hips and legs as Elaine tugs and soon my pants are off. Even when she grabs my ass (causing me to moan with a mouth full of dick) I still don't pull off. I'm breathing through my nose and sucking on Stephen as Elaine pushes at me, telling me to sit up. I do, kneeling up as she lays under me. And then she pulls me down and now I can't even concentrate on what I'm doing. I'm sitting on Elaine's face as she's sucking and licking my extremely wet pussy with her fingers deep in me. It feels amazing and it's this distracting thing - pulling me away so it's hard to focus on Stephen. Her mouth on my engorged lips, sucking and biting them gently. Fingers pressing on things inside of me. I can't - it's hard to do more than one thing at a time when she's... Jesus... there's these OH YES FUCK spots inside of me that she's rubbing and her mouth is warm on me and I can't FUCKING CHRIST MMMMMmmmmmm I've got my head against Stephen's dick and he's still stroking my hair. I force the focus. I didn't even know I was grinding my hips against Elaine's mouth. I'm just doing it. My body is. I focus. I can do this. I kiss Stephen's balls a little and then the base of his dick and then the tip. I can feel an orgasm building. I want it but... her fingers aren't enough. I reach down to hold Elaine's head as I sit up and then stand. She whines beneath me but I ignore her and sit on Stephen's lap. He's barely there. His eyes are smoking with desire. He wants me so fucking bad. His dick presses between us. I can feel it against my flat, hard stomach. My ass rests on his legs comfortably. I love the way it feels. Is that narcissistic? That I think I have an amazing ass and I love how it's all squishy and soft but firm if I press into it? I don't give a damn. It just feels great. My legs are spread as I sit on him, the shaft of his cock pressed against my clit. And then I lift up, grab his dick and moan loudly as I pull it down and it rubs against my clit. I want to keep doing the same motion over and over again but, instead, I press the tip of him against my pussy lips. He's got one hand on my side and another on my ass and he tugs a little but I wait. I want to remember this. He's still a little slick from my spit and I can feel the way my pussy lips are spongy with my juice. I sit slowly, still holding his dick. My lips part for him and then he's at the entrance to my pussy. A little more and I feel myself open to him. I make a very female noise and then lean forward to clasp his head to my chest. I don't have to hold his dick any more. He's not all the way in but it's not going anywhere but in. He's rubbing against my breasts and I remember I'm wearing a shirt. But, first... I slowly sit down on him. "Ohhhhhh...." I say. Original, right? It just... it's amazing. He's hard and feeling his dick against the wetness inside my pussy - against the insides of me as it rubs certain places... I'm moaning and gasping until I'm completely down. I feel his balls against my pussy lips. I don't know what kind of face I'm making but my lips are pursed and my ... I think it's almost like a "Please..." look? I really just want to pull up and then down and ride his dick. I really really REALLY want it bad. I want to feel the head of his dick pressing against every spot inside of me. I want him as deep as he can go. I reach for my shirt but he beats me there, grabbing and pulling as I lift my arms up for him. Immediately his hands go for the bra and I feel him fumbling around at the clasps. I can't stop myself from wriggling on his dick. Just grinding on him while he's inside of me. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Fuck yes. He's hitting something inside of me and it feels really damn good. Some... yes. I grab his neck again as he finally gets one of the clasps undone. I'm breathing in little short gasps as I move. He needs to hurry the fuck up with the bra so I can start moving. It's frustrating as hell. My breasts relax as the bra comes undone and I lean back so he can take them off. His mouth is immediately on my nipple and the jolt goes straight down as he bites and sucks. I can't stop any more. I ride him. It takes a bit to get the rhythm right but I'm soon slamming my ass down on him. Up and down, forward and back but if I lean forward in slightly the right way, his dick hits this one spot that has me moaning and growling and shaking. I'm rough. I can't help it. It hurts how deep he is in me but it feels so fucking good, too. Way more good than bad. Way more. It's getting hard to remember to breathe as my orgasm looms closer. His hands on my ass, squeezing and massaging, isn't helping, either. I can hear a wet smacking sucking sound now because I'm so wet. "Jesus, Stephen. You're so big. So fucking big. It feels so good in me. Do you like it? Do you like me riding you?" I growl and my voice goes harsher. "Taking you and fucking you like this, Stephen? Do you like it? Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUUCK!" I don't even talk during sex normally but the words are just rolling off of my tongue. I scream and feel his arms around me as the orgasms erupts. My legs aren't moving any more. Well, they are but they're jerking and I'm way too sensitive for anything right now but now HE'S slamming himself up and into me and OH JESUS I can feel another orgasm coming as I'm still shaking and stuttering from the first one. The second one hits and I squirt all over us. I feel it - the hot liquid spraying out. Everything is intense and too much but I still feel it. I still want it. I can feel the pressure building yet again even as this slight ache is starting to form deep in me. But my pussy is an electrical storm and he's hitting everything inside as we frantically fuck. Growling and tearing at him with my nails. I don't notice that I'm biting his neck hard now as I growl and slam my ass down onto him just as he's pushing up. My brain is helpfully offering up various things I could be saying ("Please", "Oh god yes.", "Your dick is huge, Stephen", etc... etc...) but there's this strange anger mixing in with the pleasure. This dominance. I want. I fucking want. I bite hard, feeling some drool as... but then I let him go and go limp, resting my head against his shoulder. He's hitting something - some actual thing inside of me and I can't concentrate at all. I can't move. I can't think. I can't even breathe. I can just sit there and take it and that pisses me off. I force myself up and push back against him until another orgasm rolls over me and it's suddenly too much. Everything is too much. I can't handle it. It's ... no... it's too much. I push off and fall ungracefully to the floor, shaking and rocking and hugging myself against the orgasm. Jerking from it. Trying to talk but I can't. Breathe. Breathe. Shit. Breathe. I don't know how long it takes to recover from that but, Jesus. Fucking intense. And that ache is stronger now. I want more. I want so much more. I'm not at all done yet. When I can move, I take them with me to the bedroom. We fuck for hours. I don't even know how many times I orgasm but I'm soaked in my cum, Elaine's and, finally, Stephen's. I'm somehow proud that I can get him to cum twice for me. FOR ME. What a strange thought but it makes me do this mental wriggly happy dance. The bedroom is warm and smells like sex and we're all spooning each other, sweaty and exhausted and content. We sleep. I wake first with Stephen behind me and Elaine curled up in this warm happy little position against my stomach. I kiss the back of her neck and she stirs, grinning and mumbling something sleepily. I wake Stephen by grinding my ass against him. I feel his dick stir before he does and the thought of taking his dick inside of me again makes me wet. Again. He squeezes my tit almost possessively and I make this little "mrrrrrrr" sound and stretch back against him. I'm sorely tempted to start another orgy but I'm dying of hunger. When we've untangled ourselves, Elaine and I conspire against Stephen and vote him off the island and into the kitchen. Oh. That's... huh. Cum. In my pussy. And now running down my leg. That's an entirely weird feeling. I have a momentary struggle where I consider tasting it but it's probably all cold and weird so I ultimately head to the bathroom and sit down. It's then that I realize I haven't ever peed as a woman, either. I push and it feels really damn weird and makes slightly odd little sounds but I get a good bit of it out. Stephen's cum, not my pee. But then, pee just comes out. I almost squawk. I didn't mean to do it but there it goes. It makes me giggle for some reason. An honest to god giggle. Because I'm peeing. Sitting down. As a woman. With a pussy not quite full of cum. There's a little dot of pee left when I stand so I dab it off with a bit of toilet paper. HOT. I giggle again and walk out naked. I don't even feel embarrassed about it any more. Elaine is wandering around looking for different pieces of clothing while Stephen gets dressed to go out food shopping. They've offered to take me out to eat but I'm not ready to go out like this yet. Not yet. Elaine hands me my clothes and I decide that I'll just wear the bra and panties. It feels liberating to go without clothes. I'd go completely nude and luxuriate in this body but I think nobody would get much done and I know Stephen needs a bit of time to recover. While Stephen's gone, Elaine and I curl up on the couch, facing each other. We chat. Hah. A girl chat with our legs all pulled up. She decided if I were going to go without clothes, she would too so we're both in our underwear and talking. Learning about her. She had great parents that are still local and she still keeps in touch with them weekly. Her dad teaches chemistry at the big high school in town and, amazingly, still loves his job after 15 years of it. Her mom does some complex math work for a medical startup. Some 3D imaging stuff that I don't comprehend. She inherited her optimism from her dad and her awesomeness from both. She's a fan of big dogs and cats and has a little kitten with possible dog plans later. Stephen was adopted after living in a foster home for a while. A rough time growing up but he had some good older kids and great adults at the Boys & Girls Club. After getting into trouble and being arrested a few times as a teenager, a judge pulled him aside and talked to him. And it finally sunk into him. Shortly after, he cleaned up and hit the books. Top of his class at high school and college and really well school. He's very good at what he does. Stephen walks in while we're talking about his high school days. He doesn't knock before coming in and it doesn't occur to me that that's weird or that I should be bothered by it. He rolls his eyes at one of Elaine's remarks and then fumbles around the kitchen. I don't know what he can do with my cheap thrift store pots and pans but I hear him washing them first. Yeah. I don't cook. After a while, the smell of cooked chicken fills the small living room and my stomach gurgles. Stephen yells out that food will be ready in fifteen minutes. We're still chatting when I notice Elaine scratching her bare leg over and over. She leaves red lines with each stroke and it looks like should hurt. Oh. Shit. One of her nails is gone. Right index finger. As I watch, a thick black nail slowly grows into place. How the hell did she not just feel that? I look at her but she's still chatting and smiling. And scratching herself. There's a subtle different scent in the air and it makes the small hairs at the back of my neck stand up. I can feel my nose flair, taking in the cloying scent and my lips pull back in a quick half-snarl. I push to get myself under control and to keep my hands from clenching. My heart rate picks up. I want her. I feel this aggression flood me and I almost growl. I want her bad. I shiver and it's not because I'm cold. "Food is ready!" I'm thankful for the distraction. Elaine smiles a lazy little smile and it's not like her normal smile at all. There's a very clear difference. A very clear line of predatory that she's crossed. I stand and go to the kitchen. I have a small, very cheap Formica table that we crowd around. Bowls are already set full of some pasta with white sauce and chicken. It's delicious and exactly what I need. I'm on my second bowl when I feel Elaine's left hand on my thigh. She's eating but her hand is tracing along my leg and then, digging into my flesh. Claws. Definitely claws. More than one. I twitch at the feeling but it also turns me on and I feel myself growing wet. At that, she turns and gives me that same smile. Can she tell? Can she fucking smell me? I clear my throat. "How much do you two remember of last night? And what we did?" I have to take Elaine's hand off my thigh and she just grins even bigger. Stephen looks confused. "Uhhh... we had sex. Right? The bedroom is a haze. But I remember sex." "Right. Yes. Sex. Anything else?" He furrows his brow as if I am the one asking stupid questions. "No. Just sex and then passing out. I think I must've been really tired because I barely remember anything. Just fucking you." I turn to Elaine. "You?" She's still grinning. "No. Sex. Why?" Damn. She even sounds different. Less bouncy. Less cheerful. Deeper voice. And she's watching me. "Elaine. Put your hand on the table." She cocks her head for a moment but then, does. Her left hand. Three of her fingers are claws. Thick and black, the joints on those fingers swollen. Her hand looks slightly swollen in general. She looks at it, shrugs and then back to me. "Jesus, Elaine! Your hand!" Stephen looks shocked but Elaine glances at her hand again and still doesn't react. Okay. So, they aren't lying. They don't remember. Shit. Why can I remember but not them? I sigh and put my head on the cool table near my bowl. "Do you remember what I said of the suit? The bit about it being a werewolf? A she-wolf? How I changed when I put it on? I... I think I gave that to you." "No. No fucking way. Impossible." Stephen is standing now, near the fridge. He looks almost panicked. I turn my head to look at him. "Impossible like a man physically turning into a woman? Your ears, Stephen. Feel them. The tops." They're pointed and I can see them moving slightly as they grow. Stephen is hyperventilating but I hear a small 'snick' next to me. Looking over, I see Elaine still grinning. Her hands are both stretched and swollen and all five fingers are tipped with deadly looking claws. She's just cut through her bra and it's laying in her lap. Her tits are swelling, nipples rock hard in the air. I can feel my pussy throbbing with sudden need. I can't do this. I can't face this. I nearly run to the living room, slamming into the fridge on the way out. I smell her before I hear her. Elaine is crawling to me on hands and feet. That same grin on her face. Ten feet away she stands. Her body is covered in fine hairs and sweat. Her tits have grown a cup size or more and she pulls one up close to her mouth. A long tongue rolls out and she licks her own nipple, moaning as she does. Her other hand goes to her panties and her claws cut small holes as she rubs herself. A patch of fine red hair is growing from the tops of her white panties, spreading out and then up in a line between her breasts. She moans again, digs shortened fingers under the side of her panties and rips them off. Her pussy is covered in red hair. I can smell her so strongly. Fuck. Fuck, I want her. I'm so fucking wet and the smell is making it hard to think. Her breasts grow another cup size while I watch. The skin just spreads as she becomes more full. Her aureole grows out as her tits do. The line of fur down her stomach sas reached her chin and is fanning out to the sides to cover the sides of her breasts and stomach. More fur grows on her face, along her cheeks. Her nose and lips are turning black as I watch. There's a crunch and her jaw shifts. I'm brought to my knees when the aching in my cunt turns to pain. Sharp pain that burns along my spine. I can't breathe. I can't... fuck. I rip the bra off of me. Muscles bulge when I get my fingers under the straps and I just pull to the side, feeling the material break as the edges dig into my flesh. It doesn't hurt at all compared to the immense amount of pain along my spine. My breasts hang in front of me as I lean forward on my hands. Sweating suddenly. I can see my fingernails popping off one after another, claws growing in their places. I CAN feel the swelling in my hand as joints pop and grow. I watch my fingers thicken and shorten, my hand growing larger as my thumb is pulled back a tiny bit on each hand. Hair is growing from my knuckles and the back of my hand. My arms are tensing. More hair growing from the forearms and shoulders. Muscles growing into place as blonde fur erupts from my shoulders down to my hands, joining with the fur growing there. Stronger. I'm getting stronger. Layers Ch. 06 Random dreams. Something about chasing something. Sunlight? People laughing. Or is it a bonfire? Sitting around in cheap metal folding chairs, drinking, telling stories, laughing. Dogs curled up, close the fire. Bottles of beer or some other alcohol, leaning over to scratch one of the dogs between the shoulders and, mmmm... the fingers feel good between my shoulder blades. I snap awake and the dream fades immediately. There was... there were people. It was happy? Warm? Where the hell am I? This isn't my bed. Right. Right. Doggy pile. Last night. Is it still night? I turn to look at the front window and my body says hello. I. HURT. My whole body aches. Aches as if I've been in the exact same position for hours. My stomach is dull and sore - a steady hum of low level pain that isn't quite pain. Her. Elaine. She's against my stomach. Warm, soft, small. She whimpers slightly in her sleep, pressing back against me. She smells like sex and, well, Elaine. Not just that smell that people have from their house and their own personal mixture of sweat and whatever else they have. Not just that. She smells sweet. Healthy. Strong but young. There's this slightly sour smell that reads as "stressed" when I try to place it. She's dreaming and I can smell the subtle shifts in her scent as it happens. I nuzzle the crook of her neck and the stress evaporates into this green grass scent that smells like happiness. Even in the darkness I can clearly see the spray of freckles along her shoulders. I can tell the darker roots of her red hair from the lighter ends. If I focus, I can see each individual hair clearly in almost pure middle-of-the-night darkness. Her small breasts barely even sag to the side as she lays against me. I watch as her small pink nipples stiffen and her scent changes again. A wet dream this time. Stephen's left arm is heavy on my side. I can feel a patch of soft chest hair against my back. Chest hair where he was smooth-chested before. His dick is thick and warm against my ass and I like the way it feels. I could try to lie and say it's not me, it's the woman. But, no. I like it. I like feeling him wrapped around me and the way his cock presses against me. I could get used to this. It feels safe and happy and warm. And arousing. It takes effort to put the past two days out of my mind. He smells similar to Elaine. Their scents have a point where they merge but are entirely distinctive in other areas. He smells more earthy. No, I can't properly explain how. Not like dirt exactly but something similar? Older. There's a slight bit of pain (a faint smell of something like cayenne and fire and blood mixed together) running through everything else. But, above all, he's happy. He smells like sunshine and clouds. And farts. I know they're his. And Elaine, too. Jesus, that's uncouth. Very unladylike. And... and... some other stranger that smells nearly exactly like me must've come in during the middle of the night and farted nearby! Faugh. I shift. Slowly. Carefully. Undoing myself from this bundle of warmth. This... Pack. My pack. They both whine faintly as I stand. I may be little spoon to Stephen but I know damn well where I am in the scheme of things. I can feel it in me - this dominance. I've felt it over the past two days and I've seen their reaction to me. I've felt the emotional storm created around us as I've felt (and smelled) the way they feel. Their desires. Their needs. Their wants. I'm a woman still. Curls of brown hair stir against my shoulders as I lightly step around the couple still sleeping. Elaine does this adorable fluid little full body scoot back against Stephen and his arm automatically comes up and around her chest. I feel a flood of happiness as I look over both of them. I should be dancing and singing and ecstatic over the fact that I'm still a woman but I can't yet stop thinking of how amazing this whole thing is. This feeling of belonging. Of, well, not quite owning exactly but of leading? It's something between the two of those, ownership and leading. I want to still be there, right in the middle but I need to pee badly and there's this gigantic wet cum spot right where I was sleeping. Elaine is welcome to that. I grin as I walk to the bathroom. It's early morning. 5 am early. I can't remember what time we curled up but I feel rested. Hell, I feel overly energetic. I want to run. I want to dance. I want to, no, I want to pee. Bathroom, bathroom. My full bladder feels like it's in a slightly different spot. Maybe I'm imagining it but it just feels different. Pressing on different places. What I'm not imagining is how wonderful it feels to empty it. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation as I sit naked with my knees slightly together, hunched a bit with my full breasts pressing against my crossed arms. When I'm done, I sit up straight and feel the way my breasts settle against me. I smell sex, piss, cum (mine, Elaine's, Stephen's) and more. I can faintly smell the two still sleeping in the other room. I can definitely smell the bit of vomit from when I changed in bed. That's rank. Why the hell didn't I clean that up yet? Looking down my smooth stomach and crotch (I never liked that word - it invokes imagery of genderless Barbie dolls for some reason) I can see a faint growth of pubic hair. That is new. Completely new. I touch it carefully and it feels softer than when I was a man. It's just a slight triangle growth of hair but it means I didn't change back last night. Seems way too fast but I think I have the werewolf to thank for that. I wonder if Stephen's chest hair is permanent now? Or if he'll have to shave more? I use a small square of toilet paper to clean myself off and I can feel the soreness from my vagina. I ache in general but I've been pounded and it actually kind of hurts deep inside of me. Werewolf dick, ay? That thing was massive. And the knot. I automatically do a womanly version of the guy's "Oh, crap, he just got kicked in the balls!" cringe at the memory of the knot coming out of my pussy. That actually did hurt. A lot. Except I feel the increasingly familiar loosening inside of myself that tells me I liked it. That I want more of it. There's a whimper (tinged with a happy growl-y noise) from the other room as I feel my pussy drool at the thought of the knot filling me up. I should theoretically be ashamed that they can smell me from where they're sleeping but, why? The house creaks more than I do as I move around. I'm getting used to this body and the way it feels. I'm surprisingly light on my feet. Graceful, even. I don't need any lights since I can apparently see quite well without them. First thing first - the vomit. It gets worse as I get in the room and I briefly consider putting a dab of Tiger Balm under my nose but I just plow through it and keep my stomach in check. Spray bottle of soapy water and towels and done. Should I cook breakfast? Is that what people do for other people? Or, more my speed and skill level, pour them a bowl of cereal? I feel... I feel odd. Not bad. Just odd. Crazy energetic but unsettled. With the smell of soap overpowering the vomit, I climb into the bed and lay back, legs straight out. The bed is a shredded mess but still comfortable. My hair does its own thing around me and I feel the tips tickling my skin. Eyes closed, breathing steadily. Fingers down and spread out, arms off to my side. Who am I? Normally when my thoughts are scattered, I would rearrange the house but I can't do that right now. So, I just relax and think. Who am I? Now what? It's hard to do but I put away the thoughts and concerns about whether this is permanent now. It'll take time to cement it mentally but I just tell myself that it is what it is. I'm a woman at the moment. Definitely a woman. My breasts are pulled slightly to my sides and I can feel the way I ache deep inside from the way Stephen's penis filled me up. From the different parts of me he was hitting deep inside. The ... thing he was hitting. Was it the cervix? Perhaps I should watch more woman body videos. For... for science! I can still remember the way Elaine's clever little tongue felt against my clit as she pulled the hood back. I can smell my own wetness. But, who am I now? I know those two sleeping in there are mine. That thought is solid and true. Elaine with her happy little grin and her squeaks and Stephen with his rock solid steadiness. I want to know them. I want to learn their faults and their strengths and what makes them happy. I want to cheer them on when they are amazing and be there to hold them when they're feeling down. I feel fucking proud of them right this second and they're not even doing anything. Stephen smells dependable. Older. Wiser. That's the earthy smell I got from earlier. Or at least most of it. But, I feel responsible for him. Not just because of what I've made them. Or maybe because of that? Fuck. I know instantly when they're awake. Stephen wakes moments before Elaine does. The very faint happy smell slips away into a mixture of sudden confusion, terror and then acceptance. And wonder. Stephen is still scared. I sit up. My teeth itch. I hear Elaine whisper, "Go to her." They both stand and I can smell him coming closer. He stops at the door and isn't looking at me. He's terrified now. And slightly angry. And confused and hopeful and feeling very, very small and fragile. I reach for him but he still doesn't look up. I could tell him to come to me and he would. I know this now. But, I stand and walk to him. Four short steps and I can feel the heat of his body radiating from him. Now when I reach for him, he folds himself into my arms and against my chest. "I remember," he tells me. His voice is quiet and on the edge of tears. "I can remember some of last night. What did you do to us?" "I..." I don't know what to tell him. What can I say to make this better? Do I apologize? Do I tell him I didn't know? That I didn't mean for it to happen? He's so warm. My hands are making little circles on his back. Little soothing motions. He has a very, very faint line of hair that runs down the center of his back. His thick brown hair is soft against my neck and I feel his hot breath on my breasts and nipples. He wants to hold me. I can feel it and smell it. This man. This strong man that lived a hard life and came through the other end on his own two feet. This man that knew for certain that the world was what the world was. This man that provider for Elaine and felt the love and support she gave back to him. All of that changed. All of it different. Everything different. The words just fall out of my mouth. "I love you." I nearly recoil from the emotions that suddenly spike through him. I can't track them fast enough and they slam into me hard. He's crying. I feel the tears and snot against my skin and all I want to do is hold him tighter. He's shaking silently as he cries, not willing or able to cry out loud. When I walk him to the bed, he follows easily. He sounds like a small, terrified little boy when he answers me between sobs. "I love you, too." His voice cracks at the end and now he's hugging me fiercely. I nearly jump when I feel Elaine's light touch on my shoulder. I didn't smell her coming. Or hear her. Her eyes are wet with her own tears. She climbs into bed behind me to press her face against my back. She doesn't say anything but I can tell her emotions. She's more simple. More pure in the way she feels things. Love. Respect. Worry. She hugs my stomach and now we're all crying. Time passes. Slowly. Very slowly, Stephen's emotions untangle themselves. I still smell the light touch of anger from him but it's barely there. My head and eyes hurt from the crying. I rub my face against Stephen's rough short beard and feel him rub back against me. Nearly immediately he's flooded with a sense of calm and peace and love. "What do we do now?" He whispers. From behind me I hear Elaine's quiet little voice, her face and lips pressed against my back, arms tight against my lower stomach. "Break-ast" she mumbles. Stephen laughs first. He sounds like a man dying of thirst in the desert from all the crying he's done. I join him and feel Elaine's happy little smile against my back. Stephen untangles himself from me and stands. Naked. Still. I practice safe eye contact with him but note that he now has chest hair covering his upper chest with a happy trail of hair down the middle of his stomach to his pubic hair. I ignore the erection. I can understand - two hot naked ladies in bed, right? HE should be the one practicing safe eye contact. It's a wonder none of his office ladies have sued him for lewd conduct before. That's a thing, right? That ladies do? I add it to my mental pile of woman research. He clears his throat. "I feel better. I'm sorry for that. For the... for that. And for snotting on your tit." He grins when he says that last bit. I wave magnanimously. "It is fine, good sir. I've had your fluids on other parts of my body. I consider them a gift." Elaine is giggling quietly against my back. "Except your pee. If you pee on me, I'll break your nose. Now be a good boy and go make us break-ast. Your lady... ladies demand it." He very unchivalrously rolls his eyes at me but makes a mock salute and leaves with a "By your command, fair maiden." Elaine's grip on me tightens and I grunt from it. Stronger than she looks. Well, shit, now she is, I guess? Thin, freckled arms with her hands clasped together in front of me. "Elaine, I..." She stops me with a hushing sound. It takes her a moment to talk. "You're different to me," she says. "Stephen is Stephen. He's always been there for me. We've been through a lot of pain and trouble and he's always been there. We've had arguments and grown together and there's still a lot of room to grow. We promised each other we'd grow old together. That we'd spend the rest of our life together." She stops again and this time for longer. Her grip tightens minutely. "YOU promise me now. Whatever you've done to us has shoved that bond down our throats. You promise me that you'll be there for both of us now or I'll walk and I'll find a way to make it not hurt." My eyes burn. I want to cry again. I grip her little fist in my hand. "I promise, Elaine. And, I'm sorry. I had no idea this would happen. But it works both ways. I will hurt anyone that hurts you. I'm yours forever. Both of you." We sit like that for a moment. Not speaking. She's so warm and small against me. I can't actually imagine life without her now. Well, no, I can but it is painful. I don't like it. The thought of it. "Don't you have any flour in this dump?" Stephen yells from the kitchen and we're both startled out of our moment. Elaine's lips touch my left shoulder in a light kiss. She moves slightly and I feel her breath on my spine right before she kisses me again. The small hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. Her voice is barely there. "Then, we're yours." She stands immediately and walks out without looking back at me. By the time she reaches the door frame she's bouncing and singing some nonsense song about a monkey, a bear and a weasel all sailing in boat down a tumultuous river. I smile fondly as she flounces away before I realize I'm the monkey in this song. "Hey!" I yell, scrambling up from the bed. She laughs and runs for it. Little freakin' weasel. I take comfort in the visual of her naked body as she dives around the corner. Her butt looks every so slightly bigger. In a good way. She just seems very slightly more fleshed out. I'm probably just imagining things but I like the view regardless. It takes a bit to find my clothes. To find them and then mourn their loss. Destroyed. And even when they're not complete tatters, they're torn enough to not work. I try the other clothes Elaine brought but only two of the last four panties still fit. Why even bother? I ask myself. Elaine and Stephen have both opted out but that's mostly because they don't have a choice. My clothes survived better than theirs did. Breakfast turns out to be eggs with bits of sliced turkey and melted cheese. And toast. Water for all of us. I feel way dehydrated and it's not just the crying. We eat mostly in silence except for a few grumbles from Stephen on the the lack of sausage or pancakes or anything else a civilized person might have for breakfast. Elaine grins and winks at me and then wolfs down her eggs. With breakfast finished, Elaine goes to clear away the table but Stephen takes the dishes instead. She cocks an eyebrow at him but lets him. The exchange is interesting because I see the expressions but also smell the scents. Stephen is wary - not ready to be alone with me just yet. He talks as he cleans everything. "I do feel better. A lot better. I'm sorry but it's all so different to me. And it's not even the wolf stuff. It's you. I felt this yesterday but it's hammered in today. You're suddenly in our lives. Not just a little bit but... I don't know if I can shake that off. Ever." He specifically doesn't look at me while he scraps the eggs from my plate. His emotions spike again and I see Elaine wrinkle her nose out of the corner of my eyes. "And I don't know if I want to. I feel stronger. More energetic. I can see a lot better in the dark. I can smell both of you over there. I can feel something pacing in the back of my mind. I feel... Look, I'm not the kind of guy to think the man rules the house but I'm bigger than Elaine and older so I usually took care of things. I protected her and sheltered her and gave her my shoulder to cry on. It's this stupid stereotypical thing but I felt it - years of indoctrination or god knows what. That I'm the man and I take care of things. And then there's you." I share a look with Elaine while he gathers his thought. She's worried again but only slightly. The love I feel from her is almost painful. Stephen takes a deep breath to continue. "Your voice is like a command to me. Not because you're trying to make it sound like that. Not at all. You just talk and it speaks to a part of me that says 'Listen to her. Now do what she wants.' and I do it. It's a knee jerk thing yet it's so strong. But, it also feels good in a way. It's going to take time for me to figure this out." I watch him dry the last plate and then set it aside. "I..." He turns to look at me. I can see a slight bit of red in his cheeks. "I LIKE what happened last night. I can only remember vague bits and pieces. Pain. Pleasure. Some images. But, holy shit, I enjoyed the hell out of that. I can't exactly remember what I was feeling during the whole thing but I felt so alive. Free from so much. So powerful. And you. You were like this... this... god! I don't even know but when I was the wolf, you shone like this... I don't... I'm a lawyer and I don't have the words. I just..." The sharp ring of a cell phone from the living room cuts him off. We all turn at once, ears perked. I look to Elaine and then at Stephen when she does. His phone, then. Stephen looks at me and then the phone and then back to me. "Oh for the love of... Stephen, get your phone." Elaine coughs to cover her giggle. Stephen curses as he tries to find the phone and then answers to talk briefly to someone on the other end. It sounds important, whatever it is. He comes back and... His dick. I sometimes forget to look away. It swings. It's rather big. And it does such wonderful things to me. And, god, the way it feels in my mouth when he's hard. My hand is reaching for my clit before I realize what I'm doing. Elaine's breathing is rapid and I smell her own wetness. I wonder - was she turned on by herself or because I was? My money is on my scent doing it. Sex nearly happens. It so nearly becomes a mass table-breaking orgy right then and there. There's this domino effect of me riling Elaine which riles me which nearly overwhelms Stephen. He's watching both of us and his dick is now rock solid. I want to touch it. I want to feel it against my pussy lips. To feel the heat of it against me. The way it opens me. The way this pussy of mine feels with a man's cock in it. How it feels inside of me and then the head rubbing on... Layers Ch. 06 "They're moving the date of Josh's case up." Stephen's voice is incredibly strained. He has this vein near his right temple that's all puffed out. Straining to hold himself back. "I need to meet with him now." Elaine is practically panting. Not touching herself but wanting to so bad. Both of us are incredibly aroused and it's permeating the room with our scent. Bitches in heat. Stephen's eyes are pleading now. "Please." He says. To me. For a moment I think he's begging for sex but I walk my memory and realize he's talking about his work stuff. I stand and move to the other side of the kitchen. I try to talk but I can't so I just nod my head and look away. I nod again when he asks if he can borrow some of my clothes. I have to pry open the tiny kitchen window before I drive myself mad. I feel what Stephen was talking about. This thing in the back of my mind. This wolf. Padding. Growling. Wanting. I can feel it almost as a physical presence. I take a deep whiff of the cold, wet outside air to try to settle myself. It does the trick - I thought Stephen's scent was sometimes chaotic but the outside is insane. Harsh on my nose. It actually makes my eyes water a tiny bit. Elaine whines in a nearly dog-like noise that (looking over at her briefly) she doesn't even notice she's doing. But, she's calming down and that's fucking awesome because if we start, that's that. Nobody will leave for hours. Stephen in my clothes is amusing. I'm actually surprised he can walk in them. "My balls hurts." He informs me in his best dead-eye Serious Lawyer face. I glare at him. "Don't blame me with you coming in here all ... dick swinging and stuff. It does stuff to me. To this body. To me. Goddammit, all right. To me." I'm blushing. I feel stupid and I'm blushing. Worry and shame and pain immediately comes from both of them. "Argh! Stop it! I'm not mad at either of you! I'm just - it's taking some getting used to. I was straight, dammit. And, no, I'm not complaining. At all. I'll get over it." What I don't tell them is that I almost said "with you coming in here all sexy-like" instead. For some reason, that does bother me. With everything that I've done so far, the immediate thought of looking at a naked man and thinking "That's fucking sexy" bothers me. It's stupid but it's there. The physical desires are one thing but mentally thinking a naked man is flat-out sexy is completely different territory. My heart is beating too fast. Fucking stupid sunava.... "I have to go." He tells me. ME. Not Elaine. I don't even catch a whiff of jealousy from her. Or hurt. Business as usually. He doesn't move. "I... Stephen. Seriously. You don't have to ask my permission for everything." My heart is still racing from earlier. My cheeks feel like they're on fire. "But, see, I actually do have to ask. You don't get it, do you? You don't know what it's like for me. Or for Elaine. It's not so easy, sweatheart..." I growl. I feel my lips pull back and my very human ears twitch. My teeth are bared. Elaine is immediately stressed and angry. At Stephen. "... fuck. Fuck! I'm sorry. I'm... dammit. I have to go. I'm sorry." Elaine goes to him to kiss him goodbye. I feel myself calm in increments. Heartbeat by rough heartbeat. He looks at me. Why? What does he want? I told him to go. He takes a half-step towards me but I see his nose flare and he stops. And turns. And leaves. Elaine comes to me and hugs me. Her own heart is hammering in her chest. I hear the front door open and then close. The top of Elaine's head comes to just below my chin and she's rubbing it against my slowly. "He's slow sometimes. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. Please." "I'm not. Elaine, I'm not mad at him. Well, a little but I'm more mad at myself. This whole thing is ... backwards. For me. It's new and different and backwards. I was a man yesterday. Briefly. A straight man. Mostly straight? Still straight? Dammit. It'll be okay, little one." As soon as I say that, Elaine whimpers and hugs me tighter. I feel her calm almost as if I nuzzled her. These little triggers are odd. "We need clothes. There's some sun through those clouds. Why don't we find something that fits and go out?" Elaine sniffs and nods and we both scrounge for clothes. My old man-clothes (hah) still kind of work for me but Elaine looks like a child in them. We play dress up for a little bit and laugh at each other before finally finding something that works for her - a set of the clothes she brought for me. They're still too large for her but at least they aren't terrible. We're still laughing when we step outside but then I stop. It's the first time I'm going outside as a woman. As a complete, actual woman. In men's clothing. That's kind of funny in a way. I feel Elaine's hand on my back, rubbing in a small circle. "You're beautiful," she tells me. Yeah. I do love her. I have to adjust the seat in the car to make it work. And the rear-view mirror. The seatbelt is new and different. I try that in different positions before just leaving it and ignore the way it feels on my bra-less chest. Elaine is very much NOT looking at me right now. And, god, my hair! It's all... hair-like! I keep hooking it behind my ear and it's annoying the fuck out of me. Great. Now Elaine is laughing. Great. Do I get a hairband? ... thing? Pony tail? Oh my god. Braids? Can I braid my hair? Well, not me obviously but someone? Elaine? I suddenly get this surreal mental image of Elaine sitting behind me braiding my hair and it does this weird butterfly-y thing to my stomach. Elaine is clutching her stomach, tears rolling down her cheeks as she laughs at me. I punch her in the arm but she just keeps laughing. I take back the comment about loving her. Bitch. We go. After she calms down, I ask about the Josh guy. "It's a sad case, actually. Single father. The mother left when the baby was young. Ummm... how old again? I think the daughter's 16 now? Vanished. Gone. Police think the dad did it. He was laid off of work a couple months back and neighbors saw them arguing all the time. Then she leaves one night and never comes back. The dad was out drinking and can't remember anything. Stephen knew him when they were kids so he's trying to help him out. That's about all I know." "Does it ever bother you?" I ask. "To hear this stuff? The things he works on some times?" "Yeah. Yeah, it does. Him more than me. He's tough but the kid stuff always gets him. That's where I come in all happy and smiley and bouncy. But, it hurts to see him like that." My hand finds her knee and I squeeze gently. Her smaller hand covers mine and the rest of the ride is quiet. I expect Elaine to be disappointed when we pull up to the thrift store but I'm pleasantly surprised when she tells me she loves this particular branch. Stephen does really well financially but apparently thrift stores have amazing clothes sometimes. I'm praying that by "amazing" she doesn't mean leopard print. I'm nearly at the door when I stop and look up sharply. Across the street. "Elaine," I ask. "Do you smell that?" She looks at me and then closes her eyes to sniff. "No. What is it?" I nod carefully to the two young men across the street. Young. Late teens, early twenties. Smoking cigarettes and laughing about something a guy named Frank said. Dressed in black with ragged, baggy clothes. "They smell like us, Elaine. Wolves." Layers Ch. 07 Elaine turns to look at the two men across the street. I watch as she closes her eyes and sniffs. A strand of her red hair comes loose in the wind and flutters across her small, freckled nose. I watch her hair move and marvel at the way she looks. There's a complicated play of emotions running through my body while I watch. She's attractive to me - very much so. But, I feel this ache deep in my soul that makes me think of some base emotion - something deeper than love. I can't put it into words exactly but I want to take her and just go. Her and Stephen. I want to just leave and explore and ignore the world around us. It's -- it feels like life. Like they're both a piece of me. Perhaps I just want to run away from the life I had now that I'm a woman but I feel a near panic that I can't identify and it makes me want to run far away. It's a completely alien feeling but it's suddenly very strong. And then, like the wind toying with Elaine's hair, something shifts and the feeling is gone. Elaine's delicate brows furrow before she takes one last deep breath. "I'm not smelling anything. I mean, it's different now with what I can smell. Everything is way stronger but I just smell the city. Smoke and food and a lot of weird stuff. It stinks. Are you sure about them?" She turns to me and pulls her loose hair back behind her ear. I feel my loose hair playing along the back of my neck but I ignore it. Even if I like the way it feels and what it means for it to be there. Stoically ignoring it. Elaine watches my loose hair like a cat eyeing a loose string fluttering in the air. "We should get you a scrunchie for your hair. Oh my gosh! Can I put a scrunchie in your hair?! The first scrunchie you've ever worn?! Wait, is it? Would it be the first scrunchie ever?" Her eyes are twinkling and she's both extremely excited at the prospect and holding back a laugh. I figure it's thirty seconds before she's bouncing and clapping. Or digging through her purse to find some hair band. Do I need a purse? Should I get one? What would I use it for? I grin at Elaine's enthusiasm but turn back to the two young men. To my nose, the world is a complex tapestry of smells and sounds, woven together into a massive, moving piece of art. As with paintings, I see the whole and I get a sense of what's there but some subtle smells have no definition to me. I would have to concentrate to figure out the small detail or hidden meaning and it is so far too difficult at the moment for me to distinguish anything beyond the mostly obvious, "This is a painting of two women lounging with other people around them." Or, "This is the smell of a city with food vendors and sewage and people and cars and so much more." I can't and don't want to figure out exactly what kind of poop is on the ground to my left. I just know it's not cat or dog poop. I sigh mentally. Great. I have the super power to figure out what isn't dog poop. Awesome. But... there's a certain smell coming from the two men. It's an earthy smell mixed with a dog smell. Kind of a dog smell. Almost like a dog that's been rolling around in something smelly and is possibly also wet but, still a dog. And there's a slow burning anger. Some other virulent red smell is mixed in with everything else as well. Yes. Red is a smell. Or at least it is mentally now. Blood red. Hot blood red. I'm grinding my teeth from the way they smell. I can't even say exactly how I can tell it's coming from them. Well, I take that back. It's mixed in with the smell of cigarette smoke and boys and... I take a quick look around... Yeah, they're the closest people except for the ones in the store and that's a whole other set of scents. Overhead, a white bird (a quick look up and my eyes focus way better than they used to - it's a pure white pigeon) is heading straight for us before a hawk swoops in and takes it with barely a pause. Its triumphant screech drills into my ear. "No. It's them. And they smell bad. In the sense of something wrong. Well, hell, and bad, too. I think we should just avoid them, Elaine. I don't think it's safe. Let's just let them be." A strand of my hair nearly puts my eye out as the wind shifts for a moment and I growl quietly. "Maybe I will let you put a thing on my hair. I get to pick the color, though because I'll be damned if I wear pink." The door to the Goodwill tinkles open and I turn towards it and then wish I hadn't - a tsunami of perfume nearly floors me. Elaine is less affected by the smells coming from inside the store. I'm blinking back tears while she stares mournfully up at me with puppy dog eyes. She reaches for me with both hands and paws at me, like a cat pawing at a door to be let in. "But, but, but. You'd look so pretty in a pink scrunchie! Oh my gosh, please? Please can we?" She follows me into the store, still begging. I had never realized exactly how much clothing thrift stores have for women until I became one. A woman, not a thrift store. I was happy with my four short rows of men's clothes. They were easy to go through. One row for t-shirts, another for blue jeans and then two rows for work clothes. Oh god. Work. I need to figure out what I'm doing there. Elaine glances at my sudden stress but I wave her away. Something to think about later. "Elaine," I whisper to her out of the corner of my mouth while looking around the miles of women's clothing. "There are a fuck ton of clothes here." As I look around at the warehouse sized area, I instinctively find the exits and my eyes dart to see where everyone is standing and what they look like. Mostly older people. No threats. Easy to get out. Large, mostly open area except for the aisles but they're free standing racks and easy to knock over. Weird. It's weird. My reaction. Weird and new. Elaine is looking around but she doesn't seem to be doing the same thing - she's just gleefully eyeing all of the clothes around her. "I know! Isn't it great. Come on - we'll start with pants. And then dresses? Skirts? Can we?" I can't look at her. I know the look she'll be giving me. The pouty lip puppy dog eye. I can't say no to that shit. "Maybe. I don't even know what size I am, Elaine. I was a size 34 before but after, well, after it happened, I went down to a 30 as a guy. When I changed and then changed back. Ugh. I suck at complaining. But, whatever it did, it made me lose weight when I went back to being a man. And, umm, a 32 long. I'm bigger as a woman so maybe 34? 36? And 33 long?" Elaine is watching me in that way people do when they're letting you ramble on because you're making a fool of yourself but they're either too nice to say something or they want to see how far you'll go. I watch Elaine contemplate letting me continue on with my little meandering speech but she decides to step in before I make it worse. She lays a gentle hand on my arm and adopts her most pitying look. "I... I hate to be the one to tell you but..." She bites her lip and glances away. "The people that designed women's clothing never settled on a standard. Sweetheart..." She looks back and the muscles in her face are fighting an epic battle with one side wanting to laugh at me and the other trying to pretend to sob. "You're fucked. We'll have to look at all the things. All of them." Her laugher wins out and I take a non-serious swing at her but she dodges easily. She's quite fast, even in play. "Fine," I growl. "Fine. We'll look at the damn things." Her lips are trembling with barely repressed laughter. "Aww, are you pouting?" "Elaine..." I start but she holds up her hands in surrender and breathes deeply to cool off. "What sense does it make not to have a standard size? An inch is an inch everywhere unless your tape measure is off." Elaine chortles again. "Or unless you're a guy trying to impress a girl." I laugh with her this time. "Oh, shit. Tell me about it, right?" I do a mental double-take seconds after the words leave my mouth. I'm starting to sound like a woman. I was thinking about the people that lied on Craigslist but when I say it out loud, it just rolled off my tongue and I kind of did think mostly about how guys will lie to get in your pants. So far that I've seen in my brief stint as a woman. "Also, I need a bra desperately. Or something. A jacket. Sweatshirt. This shirt is driving me nuts with my nipples. And distracting me badly. In a good way. But badly. Everybody can see them. I can barely breathe in this shirt and they ache. Should they ache? I think you guys sucked on them too much. I'm complaining at all but I'm not a damn cow." My eyes wander over to the cash register as I survey and I spot an old man giving me an eye. I skim past like normal and then stop as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He's not just looking at me. He's LOOKING at me. As a guy, I've had people glance over at me or look at me because I was in their way or because they were talking to me. This is different. Very different. He's not moving his head but his eyes are roaming over my entire body and now I'm keenly aware of myself. Aware of my heavy breasts against my chest, how warm it feels where the skin from my tits are touching the skin of my chest. VERY aware of how the fabric of the shirt rubs lightly against my nipples. Also aware of how that makes me feel deep inside. The very absence of my dick and this pussy between my legs still makes me want to reach a hand down my pants to touch myself. Years and years of having a dick is very hard to shake off. All of that is what the old man is looking at. My hips and tits and face. So I stare back. And wait. It takes him somewhere around 30 seconds to notice my glare and then he just turns and finishes his business. No shame or anything. It bothers me and I can't figure out why. If I were still a man and a woman did the same thing, I'd probably preen a bit. Perhaps. If she were attractive. If she were older and not my type, I just wouldn't care. That can't be it, can it? Is it because the guy is older? Elaine starts off towards a random rack and I follow while I think it over. Is it shallow? Does it matter? What I do know is that I don't like the way the guy looked at me. It makes me aware of who I am now. Even though I've been very conscious of the way this body feels, I'd forgotten that it isn't mine. That it isn't me. Seeing the way the old man stared brings it all back and I feel the urge to find a corner and hide. I feel vulnerable and exposed and, well, naked. I didn't want to be reminded how I'd changed. Not yet. I was happy just being me in my own little world, aware of who I was internally but not... Oh. Is that what it's like for women? The whole inequality thing? Listen to me, boiling it down to a simple 'Oh, right, that inequality thing' like it's that simple and no big deal. But, perhaps that's the edge of it. I was fine being me, the core of who I am and have been still there and then this old fuck leers at me and I'm suddenly reminded I'm a woman with tits and an ass and a pussy ripe for pounding. I nearly growl. Just not from him. I have my mate. My mates. They're MINE. But now I'm reminded that I'm very much out of my element and I'm a woman. What if I changed back right now? What if it's all some trick? Ugh. "Elaine, this old guy-" I stop. I know what I'll see when I look over at her. She's excited. I look anyway and, yeah, she's staring at my tits, too. She's not even trying to hide it. She's got this slightly dazed expression on her face and a blush creeping up her neck. I can smell her hunger. "Jesus. You're both creepy. Come on, Creepy. Help me with finding clothes. I can't breathe right with this shirt on." Elaine blinks at me owlishly several times and makes this little double-handed pulling motion. "You could always take it off, you know? The shirt. I wouldn't mind helping you with that." She's grinning like a mischievous little weasel (still like a playful otter in my mind with her looking and acting like she does - all lean and playful) and trying to play it off like a joke but I can smell her wetness. I know she still wants me. Badly. I can almost taste her in my mouth. The taste and texture of her sweet little vagina. And I can remember the not-so-little she-wolf slinking after me with her golden eyes and red fur. "Shirts. And pants. Focus, Elaine, or we'll never get out of here." Women's clothing is a chaotic and infuriating mess and it does not help that I'm six feet tall as a woman. A sturdy six feet tall. Elaine is a whirlwind of arms as she grabs things and holds them up to me. Most things are too tight in the hips or too short in the arms and legs because apparently, women should be 5 feet, 5 inches tall and about 130 pounds and God help you if you deviate from that. Unless you're 5'5" and 300 pounds. Then you're good. Beyond those two sizes, it's a snipe hunt for decent things that fit. It appears that most clothing manufacturers don't see fit to market to six foot tall farm girl body type. And the clothing that does fit? Not cute... Whoa, wait. Ummm, mental shift... I meant not attractive. Cute is a weird I use to describe things that pretty girls do. It is not something I use to describe clothing I may or may not be interested in. So, clothes. I like green. Light green. I will never, ever admit it to anyone else but I like the way a light (but not pastel) green top looks with my blond hair and hazel (a little more golden in the light today) eyes. Sometimes I hold up a top in the mirror and just get enthralled by the beautiful woman looking back at me. I look at her and nearly want to cry at what it feels like. That's ME. That's me in the mirror. With the heart shaped face, blond hair and amazing figure. Elaine stands quietly next to me when that happens. Just letting me soak it in. She knows what I'm doing and why. Or at least she can guess and I'm sure her nose is giving her clues on my emotional state. After much pawing and pleading and puppy dog eyes, Elaine convinces me to try on a dress or two. Honestly, I thought I'd have more of an issue with a dress than I actually do. They're pretty and they make me look amazing - especially when showing off my legs. Perhaps it's because I still see the woman looking back at me rather than me as the woman? Or something? As we're looking, I find a red dress that might fit me. I pull it out to look it over (it's pretty simple) and Elaine very not-subtly glances my way and then quickly looks away when I ask what she's looking at. Like a warrior marching off to battle, I hold the dress over my arm and march with grim determination to the small changing room. Without looking in the mirror, I strip and then pull the dress over until it's completely on. I tug a bit around my chest to settle the fabric and then turn to look. I picked this out. Not Elaine or anyone else. I did. I saw a red dress and thought it might look good on me and so I picked it out. It doesn't fit perfectly but it comes close - a little tight in the waist and chest but otherwise light and comfortable. The material even feels good on my skin. I'm not quite sure about the bare arms and upper chest but, damn, I sometimes forget how buff I am. I hold out my arms and turn them, watching the muscles move under my smooth skin. My ass pushes out nicely in the dress but I wish I could walk a bit in the room to see what it does. Instead, I twirl. She does. The woman. Not me. She twirls and watches the way her hair shifts and the dress flares out slightly at the bottom. The effect is nice - especially the way it moves against the smooth skin of my legs and stomach... and my mound. Mound. Such an odd weird. Kind of erotic but kind of really not. The dress comes off and my other clothes go back on. Elaine is waiting for me outside and I've already prepared my stony face. I hand her the dress with practiced disinterest. "This is okay," I tell her. "If you think I should get it then go ahead. I might wear it if I have to." Elaine's eyes are twinkling again and she's biting her lips. Red faced. "But only inside and only to show you why I think pants are better than dresses." I pitch my voice into an imitation of regality. "Come, Elaine. Attend to me." I sniff and swirl away, back to the racks. To placate Elaine and keep her from pouting all day, I let her pick out one skirt and one dress - after receiving my vague approval. Both happen to be slightly different shades of green so I'm not the only one to notice how nice I look with the color. I get quiet catcalls from Elaine when I come out of the tiny dressing room while wearing the slit skirt she picked. My stony mask crumbles and I blush for her. Seriously. I can't help it. It's embarrassing. She even has me turn in a little circle so she can see the whole thing. My little show elicits a 'hubba hubba' that sounds odd coming from a small pretty girl. A small pretty adult girl. "So," I ask, "Should we find some bras and panties here, too?" "Oh god, no. No no no. Never buy used underwear. It's cheaper but so not worth it. You... right. Okay. Your... gah. Why is it hard for me to talk about this? I've never had to give the talk so it's weird to me. Your vagina isn't like a penis. It's, umm, picky. Temperamental. It doesn't just work all day every day. The wrong kind of fabric or detergent or, heck, a different penis can make your vagina all upset and grumpy. And then you're dealing with a yeast infection or interesting smells and liquids and... oh." Elaine stops mid-sentence looks down from my eyes. "What? What's wrong?" "Can..." She pauses again and then touches my arm. Leaning in close she lowers her voice. "Can you get pregnant?" Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa WHOA. No. Absolutely not. No. What the fuck, no. I hadn't... no. But... but what if I can? I'm a woman. I'm a goddamned woman and it's not for show. I can remember the feel of my guts rearranging. I can remember the rush of emotions and wondering at hormones and other things. Oh my god. Oh my god, no. Stephen. I've had sex with Stephen without condoms. I can remember him fumbling for a condom that first night when he was changing into the wolf. I can remember growling at him to hurry and rubbing my sopping pussy against his furry wolf's cock. I can remember the feeling of his cum flooding me. Loving it. Wanting it. Wanting to taste it. Even now, remembering all of this, I feel my insides loosen slightly at the memory. I feel a flush of desire at the memory of his cock filling me. At the taste of his cum in my mouth. I have no doubts. None. No doubts that I'm fully a woman inside. "Elaine. Elaine, holy shit. I never even... holy shit, Elaine!" My own whisper is fierce and loud to my ears. "I can't get pregnant! I mean, I probably can but no. I'm not ready for that. I can't!" She's patting my arm and looking around to see if anyone is listening. "It's okay. It's okay. Look, it's easy. We'll just use condoms and I'll see if I can get some extra birth control. It's tricky because there are different kinds but you can't just buy them in the store. And we'll just wait until it kicks in and then... No, hey, it's okay. Hey." My body is in a cold sweat. Birth control. Me. On. Birth. Control. So I don't get pregnant. What. The. Fuck. Birth control. I can't. I can't breathe. I can't. I sit. Hard. Against the wall. A thousand million thoughts circle around in my brain. Pregnancy. Birth control. Cum. Babies. Nursing babies. Being a mom. Children. BIRTH CONTROL. Elaine is stroking my hair and talking to me in a very obvious "You're a small scared child" voice but I'm alternating between sweating and having cold sweats. My heart is in my throat and I feel sick to my stomach. My ears are ringing. What if I'm already pregnant? What if there's a baby right now? Stephen's baby? Am I going to throw up? Here? Right here in the store? Oh my god. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so fucking... oh. Great. I'm crying. Now I'm crying. Jesus wept. Fat hot tears rolling down my cheeks while Elaine pets my hair. I don't know how long I'm down on the ground crying but I hear Elaine tell several people that I'm okay and I just need a moment. And, eventually, it passes. Something else kicks in and now I'm just sniffling and rubbing at my eyes. I have to fix this. Layers Ch. 07 "Okay," I say. My voice is a bit shaky. "I'll just get a pregnancy test and we'll use condoms and, yeah. Birth control. Okay. This is okay. I am okay. I'll be okay." Elaine's eyes obviously see the lie but I've got nothing else. I'll deal with what comes and just roll with it. That's all I can do. "I'm sorry for crying. I feel stupid." "Shhh, it's okay. It's a big huge deal suddenly. Let's just check out and go. Maybe we can grab some food, too? I'm starving. And we'll talk. I'll tell you all about the stroppy vagina and how easy it is to muck it up. Oh! And then we can go to Macy's and grab some panties. Yes? Panties? Can I watch you try them on?" I laugh and feel better. The worry and stress loom large in the back of my skull and my stomach is full of acid but, well, hell, a week ago I was just a guy living out my life. I will take all of these issues in stride if it means I stay like this. Any day of the week. I'd bear the pain of the change from man to woman every single day if that's what it took. "Wait, 'stroppy'? What the hell does that mean? What's a stroppy vagina?" Elaine makes an ambiguous hand motion. "Stroppy. You know. Cranky. I read it once and I love the way it sounds. Try it! Stroppy. It sounds English and fancy so I use it when I can. And I think it works perfectly fine with vaginas. Wait until you've had a yeast infection for no good reason and then you'll see what I mean. Effin' stroppy. Is a thing. Stroppy." More vague hand motions follow her faux accent (English? Cockney?) when she says the word. "Oh my god! Stop with the stroppy! My vagina is magical and so far from stroppy that it's... it's... fuck. Magical. There. I hear 'stroppy' and think of like, I don't know, thick white goopy stuff. I don't want to even think about it." "Well, there is that, too. Sometimes. Kind of. You'll see. Vaginas are amazing things but they move in mysterious ways. I mean, not really move but they're odd. And mysterious. And stroppy. But also kind of awesome." I storm off while Elaine giggles quietly and makes her little wavy hand motion that is apparently needed to accentuate the stroppiness of said vaginas. Freaking women. Here's something new - when I go to check out, I purposefully pick the register with the old skinny woman rather than the younger scrawny boy. Part of me wants to pick the boy's register just to see if he stares and to stare right back but the larger part doesn't want to deal with it. Unfortunately, I have to deal with an entirely different kind of harassment with the lady. Behind her stained white counter with an old style register, the lady stands in what looks like a potato sack painted with flowers. She has her hair pulled back fairly tightly and her half-circle glasses sit on the tip of her nose with a chain barely holding the glasses in place. She smells like old woman, mold, stale old forgotten sex, bad breath and prunes. Oh, and something that makes me angry. I'm guessing by the way she's frowning (she has about 15 million forehead wrinkles), pursing her lips and looking between myself and Elaine that she thinks we're lovers. And she doesn't approve. Oh, I get it. Tall, strong lady, smaller lady. Stereotypical. Right in this case but for the wrong reasons. She stares a bit more and then slowly, very slowly checks us out. Not like, checks us out checks us out but scans our items. Slowly. Past me would stand patiently and semi-embarrassed. But I don't like the judgment. I don't like the way she's thinking about me and my mate. I don't like the way she's mentally treating us like shit. I can imagine the crap going through her mind and I don't like it. At all. So, I hook my arm around Elaine and feel her startle for a moment before she snuggles closer. Her heart is beating fast in time to my anger. "Hey sweetheart," I tell her. "Rather than getting something to eat, why don't we just go home?" I watch the lady the entire time. She hesitates and I see her mouth move in something that looks suspiciously like she's mouthing the word 'slut.' My lips go back in a snarl mixed with a grin and I tighten my hold on Elaine. I feel her fingers dig into my side in response. "And then, maybe I can eat you out instead. What do you say, beautiful?" Before Elaine can answer, the old lady simply drops our clothes and walks off. She opens a small 'Employees Only' door and I hear the muted buzz of some angry, low conversation from inside. I can almost pick out words but I don't need to - the lady's tone is very angry. After a bit, a dour middle-aged man with a paunch walks out of the room and heads towards our register. Without an apology or explanation, the man picks up the clothes on the counter and continues ringing up the purchases. He never looks up the entire time. With the last item (my dress... MY dress... weird) scanned, the man takes Elaine's card, runs it and hands her the receipt. The man tells the counter in front of us to have a nice day but I assume he's talking to us rather than the counter because I'm nice like that. I grab the bag of clothes and we leave. I'm actually excited to try everything on again. Oh crap. Okay. I'm excited to try on the dress and skirt for Stephen. There. I admit it. I want to wear the dress with whatever bra and panties we find so I can look like a proper, actual woman for my man. For my mate. My other mate. Jesus. Did I seriously think 'my man' like it was no big deal? Now I'm thinking of that thick penis of his and it's alternating between his human dick and that knotted wolf's cock and, dear god, I want them both. Badly. Suddenly. I inexplicably suddenly want to feel his cock spreading open my pussy lips. I almost gasp at the sudden need of it. I put my hand on my chest, between my breasts as I refocus. And then a sudden shouted "HEY!" brings me entirely back into the present. The two men from earlier are closer. They were just walking down the street but the older one is stopped and looking our way. I feel the wind at my back. Taking my scent towards the two men. They're about three hundred feet away and there's nobody else around the area. A single car passes in the distance two streets away. The older man drops to his hands and feet and runs. Clothing tears away from his body to expose fur growing through the gaps. He doubles and triples in size while I watch. In an instant. Clawed feet tear through his Converse sneakers and I catch a glimpse of his dick before black fur grows to hide it away. His friend reaches and yells for him before throwing down his jacket and running, his own change tearing his clothes apart. So fast. I've never seen anything in real life move so fast. I see small sparks where his claws strike the concrete. My heart rate is spiked and I hear Elaine scream behind me. Elaine. There has been a few times in my years on this planet where I've been actually afraid for my own life. As a teenager, I panicked while swimming in a large lake and almost drowned. When I was a child, I stepped out in the street to chase a ball and I watched as a speeding car came within two inches of hitting me. Both times I was terrified. Not in the sense of being scared while watching a horror movie. No. I mean actually terrified. I felt the black gulf opening before me and had a taste of what it would mean to die. Both times. This thing coming towards us with a clear intent to kill is another one of those times. I'm terrified. I can taste my own death and it's a mixture of bile and blood and oblivion. I am a human. I am six feet tall and probably much stronger than a normal woman my size but I am nothing compared to the drooling, raving beast that is barreling my way. I don't want to die. And then I remember. I remember what my uncle told me when he pulled me from the edge of the river - it is how you handle your fear that is the clear difference between bravery and cowardice. I think he got that from somewhere else and I'm very much paraphrasing it but I've never forgotten the basic meaning. I repeat it to myself sometimes when facing a challenge. I don't want to die. I really, really don't. But, more than my own life, I don't want Elaine to die. I changed her and she changed me. She had worked her way into my life and my heart and the thought of her being harmed or killed does this thing to me. This thing where I feel a mini panic attack and my heart skips a beat or two. And I feel the wolf in the back of my mind growling at the possible loss of her mate. I sprint towards the werewolf and I feel how strong I am. Even as a pure human, I am incredibly strong and light on my feet. Elaine yells for me but all I can hear is my own breathing and the thud of my feet on the ground as I tackle the creature. Well, no, not tackle. It's immensely strong and it slams into me. We roll together and I try to get my arms and legs around its body so it can't strike me. For one glorious moment, I have it. I have my arms under its armpits and it's growling and snapping at me uselessly. And then it flexes and breaks my hold. I fall away and immediately feel a burning pain along the side of my stomach. I didn't see its claws move but I see my blood fling away from the tips of the thing's black claws. I think I scream. Or yell. It hurts bad. The sun goes black and I feel rough skin against my face. Rough padding. And claws. And then I want to throw up. My ears are ringing and my head hurts. Oh. Okay. He's slammed my head- I black out for a moment as the side of my head hits the concrete again. Thoughts are hard. I want to sleep and throw up and cry. And then I feel the boiling rage. The wolf is coming. Finally coming. I feel a surge of adrenaline and a little tell-tale burning sensation that lets me know I'm changing. Too late. A few more kisses from the concrete and I'll be dead. Too late to change. I wince when the sun suddenly blooms into view. A red blur flies over me and then vanishes. The pain in my head winks out and I roll onto my stomach. I'm growling and I feel my canines scratch against my other teeth as they grow. Elaine. Elaine is there with the other werewolf. My beautiful mate - my beautiful red she-wolf has her fangs into the other wolf's shoulder and she has a grip on his left wrist as she suddenly slams him down to the ground. He pushes and she moves back, faster than he can follow. Elaine's red and dotted-white muzzle is a mix of crimson blood and black fur. She's growling at the man (wolf) on the ground and I see her body tensing for another leap. The werewolf on the ground has his right paw against his shoulder as it makes a hacking-cough noise to spatter blood on the ground. It staggers to its feet and crouches, ears back. Elaine jumps but is taken mid-flight by the second werewolf. This one is smaller than the first but still black-furred. And still larger than Elaine. Elaine and this new wolf land hard and slide along the ground. I wince at the trail of blood and fur they leave behind. He hit her so hard. My nails are growing out and I can see the fair skin on my forearm darkening with a growth of fur. I'm trying to force the change to happen faster but I have no idea what I'm doing. It's always just happened before. Elaine and the new werewolf are up and facing each other. The first wolf is on its knees and trying to stand with shaky legs. Elaine growls, stalking slowly towards the second wolf. She's got her arms down to her sides and her red tail is held nearly straight out behind her. She's sleek and small compared to the two males but still taller than I am as a human. She's the most magnificent thing I've ever seen. I wince as my spine cracks under the strain of muscles growing. Come on! Come on, you stupid wolf! My shirt splits and I feel my freed breasts touch the hot concrete. The second wolf is walking backwards while Elaine follows. Her slow dance ends when the second werewolf reaches the first. The smaller wolf growls low and crouches beside his fallen comrade. And then, he grabs the first one by the back of the neck and pushes him down, hard. The first one yelps and growls but stays where he is - prostrate on the ground. The second wolf touches the ground with his free palm and lowers his head. Slowly, he picks the first wolf up and they stand. With his head still down, the second wolf makes an odd nod to Elaine and then pulls his friend away. They back away and then turn to run. The first stumbles once or twice before vanishing out of sight. My change has stopped. I didn't ask it to do it but I watch my claws pull back into my body and I know it's reversing. Elaine pads over to me and butts her head gently against mine. I reach up and carefully touch the side of her muzzle, pushing it against my face and then rubbing against her back and forth. I smell the blood on her and feel the stickiness of it mixed with her fur. When she pulls away, her long thick tongue laps at my face to clean it off. I stand and immediately topple over. My side hurts badly and I can't decide which way is up. Elaine catches me and easily holds me up. Her thick red fur is soft against my breasts and, right now, I just want her to fold me up and hold me tight. My head is still swimming. We have to get out of here. Even as empty as this area is, someone could drive past. We're further onto the street than we were a moment ago so I look for the nearest alley and point. It takes a moment for Elaine to understand but she eventually does and then we walk towards the space between two old buildings. Well, Elaine walks on the pads of her feet and I get gently dragged with her. Once we're deep in the alley, I push away from Elaine and sit back against the wall. She whines and lies down on my lap. Jesus, she's heavy. And soft. And warm. And hugely comforting. The fur on the tips of her ears tickle my breasts but I ignore them and stroke her muscular back. She's careful with her claws and I'm thankful for it. Her thick tail is tucked between her legs and she has her eyes closed while her husky breathing slows. My side hurts less and my head is starting to even out. The hearing in my left ear is gone but I think I can hear a faint whining sound with it so I hope it's not too long before that's fixed. I'm not ashamed to admit that I bury my face in the fur of Elaine's shoulder and cry. Tears of relief and frustration and terror. I almost died. Elaine could've died. And I couldn't do anything about it. She changed where I couldn't. My body heaves as I cry in quiet restraint. Elaine changes under me. Slowly. Painfully, it seems as she whines with every cracking sound. I hold her tightly, letting my concern and love for her wash away the terror and shame I feel from not being able to protect her. I feel her muscles shift and contract, bones moving in horrifying ways. I wonder that I don't remember the changes so well but I'm thankful that I don't because it's terrible to watch. Where does the fur go exactly when it pulls back? How do our bodies know what is the werewolf and what is human? Is it some virus? A science thing? Magic? Is the hair just under the surface of the skin? No, that's nonsense. We'd feel it. It just pulls back and goes away. Just like Elaine's tail pulls back into her body, fur vanishing with every tug on the base of her spine. Muscles shrink under the heavy sheen of her sweaty body. She's gasping and whining and kneading at my body for comfort. It hurts but I take it because I know she's in more pain. Plus, the faint red lines her claws leave seem to vanish quickly. Fast healing. I'm like a sexy Wolverine. With tits. Eventually I'm able to pull Elaine into my lap to hold her. Her face is the last to change back and she whimpers with each crack of her skull and jaw. Her body is slick in sweat and she feels like she's burning from fever. It's a strange sight to see a small woman with a hairless wolf's muzzle but I still find her beautiful. Mostly. Mostly beautiful. I'm sure I look just as odd so I'm not going to start judging. Five minutes after she's fully human again, Elaine's eyes flutter open. "H... hey you..." She whispers. Her voice is weak but she smiles and I hug her tightly. I'm about to cry again. I feel them at the corner of my eyes. The tears. "Oh god, Elaine. You were so incredible. I..." The petite woman in my lap leans over and vomits violently. Blood and food and black fur and some pinkish, greyish thing that looks like skin and muscle spew out of her mouth. She's shaking and in a full body cold sweat. "I... I... That... I remember... I remember some of it... Is that... Is that fur? Mine?" "No, honey. Not yours. The other one. You saved us. You should've seen it. You saved us." I hold her head to my shoulder and find myself rocking slowly. My voice is low and quiet while I talk. Her human body is soft against my chest. I'm very, very aware that she's naked and my tits are out. In any other situation, we'd be breaking things around us as we fucked like rabid wolves. I see the light bit of red bush she has around her pussy and her small breasts are squished against my larger ones. She's naked and sexy as hell but thoughts of making out and fucking are so far from my mind that they might as well be nonexistent. "I'm... I'm sorry for throwing up. 's gross. Sorry. Mouth tastes bad." "We'll get you cleaned up. Come on. Let's get home before someone sees us. Come here with me." The world is where it's supposed to be when I stand up and I pick Elaine up with me. She's so light in my arms now and she's still out of it enough that she doesn't bat an eye at being carried. I peek around the corner and wait while an older man walks across the street to the thrift store. After another few minutes, I run for my car. My keys are still thankfully in my pants so I'm able to unlock the door and carefully put Elaine in the passenger seat. I almost jump into the driver's side before remembering her clothes and purse. It takes a moment to find them but I do - torn clothing covered in light red fur. Her purse has a hole in it - probably a claw - and it looks like her cell phone is broken. I take all back with me to the car. Elaine is out of it. She tosses and turns in her seat, mumbling to herself. I get a huge amount of double and triple looks on the drive home - truck drivers riding higher than my car. Naked pretty red-headed girl in the driver seat and Amazonian large-breasted woman in the driver's side. My shirt is in tatters from my near transformation and my breasts show through. After the second guy in the truck whistles and honks, I get mad and just rip the shirt off the rest of the way. Fuck them. If they want to look, they can look at all of me. I just wish I had something to cover Elaine. She's shivering and sweating, tossing and turning as if in the middle of a bad dream. When I finally make it home nobody is around and I make a mad dash to the door, tits swinging in the breeze. I thought going commando as a guy was odd but being in the open air with my breasts not covered is really, really odd. I kind of like it. A lot. It just feels different. Natural? If I weren't distracted by everything right now I'm sure I'd have thoughts of sex outdoors. In the woods. Or a park. Against a tree. With Stephen's dick pressed against my hot opening. Moaning and pressing back on him. Wanting to feel him filling me up. Wanting to feel his hard knot against my pussy, threatening to open me wide until we're connected and locked in - fuck. There I did it anyway. Shirt. Shirt. Shirt. Gotta find a shirt. I grab a loose top, struggle to get it on and then rush back out. And then back in again to grab a towel. And out again. I wave like a crazy person at a passing car. I don't even know them but I'm in that hyper "I'm not doing anything wrong!" mode where I overcompensate. Elaine is smacking her lips and sitting up, blinking and looking at everything. She grins weakly at me when I wrap her in a towel. She hooks her arm around my neck and kisses my cheek while I carry her inside, cradled in my arms. Layers Ch. 07 "Aren't we supposed to get married before you carry me up the stairs and into your home?" Her voice is quiet but happy and I relax a lot more. If she can joke then she's better. "Can I get some water, please? I'm really thirsty. And a toothbrush. God. I would murder someone for a toothbrush right now." I set her down gently on the bed before grabbing water from the tap. I have to refill the cup twice. When she's finishing the third cup, I hear a key in the door followed by the door opening. Stephen's voice calls out "Hello, I'm-" The door crashes closed and Stephen is in the bedroom in less than five seconds. He's gone to his home at some point earlier in the day and dressed himself in a black Polo shirt and brown slacks with a brown simple belt. He looks dangerous. He's breathing hard and I can smell his anger. His eyes are flashing golden and his canine teeth are far sharper than they should be. He stands at the door opening and closing his large hands. Hands that held me down. Hands that held my hips as he mounted his mate. "What happened?" His voice is flat and gravely; nearly a growl. "Something happened. Tell me. I smell the blood and the other smells. Wolves. I smell wolves and pain." As I watch, he grows a five o'clock shadow and his eyes turn solid gold. I remember the last time I saw Stephen. Him awkward and hesitant, very much not his normal confident self. Standing near the door. Wanting something. Needing something. I was mad. For a stupid reason. Not stupid at the time - a man calling me sweetheart was not what I wanted to hear right then. Now? It's been a morning and that's a fact. I feel a tug again. This man - I've thought of him a lot this morning. I can see and smell his concern. His anger. I know he'd do whatever he needed to do to protect us. Just as I would. Just as I did. As I tried to do. Their lives before mine. I don't know whether it's the wolf and her pack instinct or my own love for the two but I would die if it meant saving them. Again. Again I feel the sudden urge to run. To take them both and leave. I feel my heart in my throat and I have an intense feeling of... wrongness. Not with them but with the world. I have a mini dream of packing the car and driving until we reach the ocean. They would go if I asked. I know they would. They would drop everything and just... go. For me. The feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach is a near physical sensation but I push it away. I have taken this man and woman and remade them. They are mine. They look to me and I will provide for them. God help me, I love them both. And, in my own head, never to be said aloud, I will admit a truth. For a brief moment earlier in the day, during the crying fit that I had, I felt a warmness at the idea of being a mother. At being a mother to Stephen's child. In all the thoughts whirling and swirling around as I cried and panicked, I saw myself with a big belly and even heavier breasts. I lived a short life in my head where I was cranky and demanded weird foods. I saw the birth of my child and a small baby reaching for me. Calling me 'mama.' I couldn't not see it after thinking about being pregnant. I lived this life in brief seconds and it made me feel happy for a fleeting moment. Stephen's child. And Elaine, Stephen and I would raise him or her and perhaps Elaine would be pregnant as well. And would that be so terrible? No, I'm not ready for that right now but I saw, in my mind's eye, the way Stephen would grin and hold our baby up high. And now he stands before me, furious and waiting. I go to him. I know what he waited for this morning. What he awkwardly wanted before he left. I kiss him. Without hesitating. Without wondering whether I'm a man or a woman. This is my mate. This is my man. He is worried and stressed and I will calm him. Because I love him. Because I want him to relax. Because I don't want him to worry. Mostly, because I love him. He is surprised - very surprised. But, his arms wrap around me and I can feel his anger fade as our tongues meet. I feel a sense of completion. We're all here. I pull back and feel Stephen's arms tighten briefly before he lets me go. I press my forehead against his (we're nearly the same height) and then rub my cheek on his cheek. His beard is scratchy but feels good against my smooth, soft skin. I whisper to him as we rub cheeks. "Welcome home, love." The word feels alien on my tongue. I've never in my life called someone 'love.' I've used 'sweetheart' and such but, to me, 'love' is a term a woman uses. Of course, well, I'm a woman. And I'm probably generalizing and being sexist or something. "Lie down with us and we'll tell you what happened. We're okay. Just lie with us." I strip naked and, after a moment, Stephen also strips. I want him but, more than that, Elaine needs us. And, honestly? I need both of them and their touch right now. I lead him to the bed and pull him down to the side of Elaine. I lie on the other side of her and we hug her close, our hands touching and twining together as I tell him what happened. His hand grips mine painfully towards the end but he stays calm. Mostly calm. "What do we do," he asks. "Will it happen again? What should we do?" We're whispering, stroking Elaine's body and each other. "I don't know. It's a big city and I guess I shouldn't be surprised that there's more of us. More like us. I mean, if we exist then it follows that we can't be the only ones. But-" I stop. There's a scratching at the window near the bed. A squirrel is standing at the window, slowly scratching up and down against the glass. A small white tube is tied around its waist. I sit up on my elbows, breasts falling across my chest. "What the fuck is that squirrel doing? Is everyone else seeing this?" Stephen nods and Elaine's eyes sparkle. "Oh my gosh! Can we keep it? Can we let it in?!" The squirrel continues to slowly scratch up and down over and over. What the hell, right? It's a squirrel. We can handle a squirrel, right? Unless it gets loose and the wolves decide they want to chase and play. That can't happen, right? The window sticks sometimes but I'm pretty damn strong these days so I pop it open. The squirrel's paw drops and it just stands there, staring straight at me. The tube around its waist looks like a small piece of paper so I grab it. As soon as I take it off of the little thing, the squirrel blinks rapidly, screeches and runs away. I hear Elaine's "awwwww!" behind me but I'm reading the note and not paying attention. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger," I tell both of them. I clear my throat with an overly dramatic 'ahem.' "Dear Sir or Madame. Heh." I look at both of them. "The 'heh' is actually written down on the paper." They frown so I continue reading. "Your presence is requested in one hour at St. John's Park. Please find me on a bench facing the duck pond. I like the ducks. Bring your two friends. Questions will be answered if you wish to ask." I look at Stephen and Elaine. They're both sitting up, staring. Waiting for me. I've wondered about that. Why? Why do they look to me. Stephen is older and wiser and smarter. Elaine... okay, Elaine is just fucking adorable but she's also got a good bit of common sense. But more that I want to snuggle the fuck out of her. If I were smart, I'd just give over to Stephen and let him handle everything. I just... I don't think I can. I don't think I want to do that. I'm not sure the wolf would let me. I feel it in the back of my brain. Sitting. Watching. I know that since this all started, I've been way more aggressive than I used to be. Like with the cashier, I feel like pushing and challenging people. I like being in charge. I just don't understand it. Not yet. Besides, I can always get Stephen's opinion if I need it. So, fine, it's up to me. A hypnotized squirrel just tracked me down and handed me a note. What else can I do? I look at the note and then back to them. "I guess we're going out." Layers Ch. 08 I used to think my world made some basic, normal sense. You are born basically the gender you die with (although, no, hah, not really, I guess) and, well, science. It works. The science. There's nothing strange or unusual in the world and karma doesn't exist. Neither do ghosts or witches or things that go bump in the night. The world was plain. Now, here I am, in my bedroom with a man and a woman that I turned into werewolves. I am a completely different person -- a woman now rather than a man. Oh, and a werewolf, as well. And not just a female version of myself but a completely different person. If that weren't enough, the reason I'm getting dressed is to meet a person in a park -- a person that somehow hypnotized a squirrel into delivering a message. It's hard to live in a world like this. It's difficult to stop and think about things because I think if I did, I'd go slightly mad. What else is different? I met other werewolves today so there's that. Elaine, Stephen and I are not anomalies. Are there vampires? Witches that escaped the pyre back in the days of pilgrims? Ghosts? A heaven? A hell? See? Maddening. One step at a time. I send Stephen and Elaine out of the room so I can think. I can hear them chatting quietly in the living room. Elaine is haltingly describing what it was like from her side of things. The flash of memories she has from her change. What it felt like to be semi-conscious when it happened and the pain and feeling of loss when she reverted. Stephen gently asks a few questions but otherwise lets her talk it out. I feel like an outside and it is a painful emotion. How long has it been since I've taken a moment to myself since I've met both of them? How long since I've stopped to breathe? To think? My bedroom is in disarray. My life is in disarray. I don't know what I'm going to do about work and how I'm going to explain things or whether I'm even going back. And, if I don't, what happens then? Who am I now? The events of the past few days suddenly crash into me and I sit heavily on the floor with my knees up. Becoming a woman. A werewolf. Meeting Elaine and Stephen. Changing them. Not just physically but, mentally. All of us. The other werewolves and my near death experience. This new thing - the note. I've just gone with it. I've just let my emotions and instincts take over. I let myself be dragged along by the events. I took everything at face value and let myself go. My head throbs and I feel a lump in my throat. I can feel the tears threatening to come. I never used to cry so much but, then, my life has been fairly mediocre and standard. Nothing much to cry about. No world changing events or anything. Good parents and a simple life. I run my fingers through my thick, long hair as I breathe steadily, head down. It's not my hair but it is. It's not my body but it is. But, it's not. My skin suddenly crawls and I shiver from it. I have an intense feeling of being still male but wrapped in a female body and it's an alien, stomach-twisting feeling. I don't just mean mentally, either. I actually have a near physical feeling of still being male but surrounded by female flesh. The world swims around me and I hug my arms around my knees into an almost fetal position. My fingers grip against my hair and I feel the sharp pull at my scalp. I have doubts. Serious doubts. I have an accounting degree. I do okay with my brain and I have some street smarts but the enormity of the situation is now staring me in the face. What have I done to us? What has this done? I saw two people I was attracted to and I thought that's all it was. Now? They're constantly in the back of my mind. And I feel the presence. The thing. The wolf hiding in my mind. Quiet but watching. A shadow hiding in the whispers of my thoughts. But a real thing that didn't exist before. Both Elaine and Stephen are there with me mentally, too. I feel the pull of them. I feel the weight of their existence on me and Elaine's smiling face immediately comes to mind with Stephen's grim yet amused visage behind her. The shadow of the wolf murmurs 'pack' but all I feel is love and my heart skips a couple beats. Why? Yes, Elaine is fucking adorable. And Stephen... Stephen is a rock. I haven't had a chance to spend much time with him but I feel his deep strength. And that's it. That should be it. They are amazing people and I can't believe they're in my life but that should be all it is. Instead, I feel this deep ache and I want to go out to them. The wolf stirs, standing, making ... her? It feels like a female wolf. Is that weird? Making her presence known. She's a pressure at the back of my skull and when she speaks, she growls. 'Pack,' she rumbles at me, louder now. Her presence isn't just for show; I can feel a surge of confidence and aggression and baser emotions flood through me. Because of her. It was here that it happened. I can still smell our scents clearly. It was here that they changed first. Stephen's mind slipping as he stared in confusion at the condom packet, no longer sure of its purpose. His naked cocking shining in the air, inches away from my wet female sex. Where they barely remember any of it, I can see it clearly. I can remember it all and picture all three of us as if I were a ghost hovering in the corner. I can still feel the raw ache of my woman's body - the need to be filled. I grit my teeth against the memory of it and my pussy drools. Elaine's lithe body twisting and reshaping while Stephen struggled with the sudden male urge to dominate and mount the female - me - in front of him. The wolf growling loudly in the back of my mind as I put him in his place. It's all clear. I squirm a bit. I can't help it. It's an itch I want to scratch but I can't right now. I won't. The wolf prowls in frustration. It's all so simple for her. There's no confused love and loyalty. There's no feelings of shame over basically mentally raping two people. She knows who she is. It's all base emotions. I'm left with the rest of it. This body. This amazing body. That's part of the rest of it. Still sitting with my knees up, I look at my hands in front of me. Long, strong fingers that are still recognizably feminine. My nails are strong and clear. No hairs anywhere and a few freckles randomly doting the backs of my hands. No hair on the palms. Ha-ha. I used to have a lot of freckles on my hands and fingers. It's all changed and different. The feeling of riding in the woman's body rushes through me again and I frantically push it away. Strong. So strong. And healthy. And sexy. Everything. And still cowardly. Still me. I should talk to them. I should apologize for what I've done to them. Stephen... Out of the two of them, he has to have been hit the hardest. His strength and stability has anchored him but also makes it harder for him to change. And now... There's a knock at the door. I know it's Stephen before he speaks. "Hey, we're going to have to go soon if we want to make it on time. I thought we could walk since it's a nice day. Just whenever you're ready." Of course, I think. Whenever I am ready. Me. I sigh as quietly as possible and my voice, still odd to my ears answers him. "I'll be out in a minute or two." He leaves without responding. Dressed. Shit. There's that, too. Clothes. Elaine's enthusiasm and the brightness and promise of a new day have worn off. I look over to the floor near my closet. At the thrift store bags. Dresses and skirts and whatnot. Women's clothing. It's like... like those times when you're doing something (drunk or not) and it seems like the most reasonable, awesome thing ever. And then it wears off and you're stuck wondering what the hell you were doing. It's wrong. It feels wrong. I can't go out like that. I can't go out in women's clothing. I have visuals of people pointing and laughing while I shamble along in a skirt. Laughing at the pretend woman. They'd know. By the way I walk or talk or some other little thing that tells them. They'd know. Deep breath. I close my eyes. My body is warm and strong around me. The wolf has settled. I picture her with her paws crossed and her muzzle comfortably on top. I know that I could draw on her. I know it would work. I feel a kind of link and I know that if I wanted to, I could pull and I'd have a spike in confidence and more. Like some drug flooding my system. Deep breath. Eyes closed. I won't. I won't take that option. Not now. If I can't go through any of this without cheating then I'll never learn. I stand and the motion is fluid and graceful and not entirely me. I pick the skirt from the thrift store bag because I want the freedom to run if I have to. I could pick slacks for the same reason but I'm forcing myself. Forcing myself to do this. The skirt is pale green and slightly pleated. I rummage and find a matching top - armless and it swoops down gently to show the tops of my breasts. My nipples make tiny domes against the fabric. It takes a bit to find one of the panties Elaine got for me but I do and I tug them up over my legs and thighs and then edge my finger under the band to make it comfortable. I nearly feel the ghost sensation of my dick being pressed against my pelvis by the underwear but it's just the echo of a memory as a man. My hand strays down my flat, soft stomach to my soft panties. The smoothness of the whole area is still a wonder. My fingers explore my mound under the panties. Nothing out of place. Still a woman. Deep breath. I open the door and walk to the living room as unselfconsciously as possible. Without looking, I know both Elaine and Stephen like the outfit. Quite a lot. Stephen growls and then coughs and I hear Elaine's whispered 'pervert' before I turn to look directly at them. Elaine is dressed in tight blue jeans and a blue shirt. Her smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and a rush of emotions slams into me again. The wolf shifts on her paws as it happens. Stephen's dick is setting up camp in his pants and the tent it's trying to make looks painful. Man. Dicks, huh? Yup. Yup. My mouth actual waters seconds before my pussy does. If we weren't meeting some strange person soon, I'd make a repeat performance of the day before. Only perhaps this time I would crawl to him on my hands and knees. As a she-wolf would. And then see what that does for him. I wonder if it hurts when he changes. When the knot grows in. God. That knot. The way it spreads me open fucking hurts but then feels amazing. "We're not having sex," I tell the room. "Just to be clear. But, I'd like to reserve the right for sex later. If it's okay. If it works out. Although. Umm, I'd like to talk when we get back. It's important. That first, I think. And food. Jesus, yes. Food." Stephen coughs again and then nods. A pained look crosses Elaine's face but she nods as well. "You look," Stephen starts. He pauses and thinks for a moment. "Fuck it. You look beautiful." He's flexing his hands like he wants to hold something. My tits? My thighs? My hips? My ass? All good options. Fine options in my mind. The she-wolf huffs appreciatively but I can also feel her smile. I blush. And look away. It feels wrong in a sense and I think yesterday I would've been mad for a dumb reason. But, like with the skirt, I take a conscious step forward. A very clear and conscious step. "Thank you. You look," I pause this time. And then I force myself to look at the man. "You look handsome in that outfit, Stephen." The words feel staged on my tongue. Awkward. I actually mean them but it feels like I'm reading lines from a script. Next I'll be swooning, I'm sure. Or heaving my bodice. This body makes me bold and, as if I were again an outside observer and not the actual woman, the thought of a man fucking me... her... turns me on greatly. Elaine is trading looks between the two of us. A slightly confused, slightly amused, slightly aroused look. And something else. A hint of jealousy? The edges of it? Jealousy for whom? Shit. I mentally add that to my list to talk about when we're back. I absolutely do not look forward to this conversation. "I'm ready if everyone else is?" I ask. They answer by standing and watching me. So, we leave and I lock the door. It is beautiful outside. There's a blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds and a soft breeze that ruffles my hair and skirt. I close my eyes and take in the scent of the world around me. And then sneeze. And curse. Sweetness mixed with poop and chemicals. I tentatively sniff again and it's all still there. I turn slightly and sniff again and it's not as bad to the south. Also, I can kind of sort of ignore some of the poop. Kind of. Maybe it's learned behavior and I can turn things off eventually. Hopefully. I really don't want to go through the rest of my life smelling poop. Stephen grunts behind me. "It smells like shit out here." "Yeah," I tell him. "Dog poop, I think. A lot of it. The neighbor has a dog so I wouldn't be surprised. Well, probably dog poop. Not that I could tell what kind of poop it was. Hah hah. No way. That'd be weird." They're looking at me. They're both giving me the eye. Shit. "So, umm, yeah. Off we go!" New problem. Where do I stand? Physically where do I stand? Do I stand in the middle? Do I stand beside them? And beside whom? Stephen? Will Elaine get jealous? Or next to Elaine and worry about Stephen being left out? Oh my god. Why is this a thing? Why is this a thing in my world? Maybe... Maybe I could take turns standing next to them? Oh shit, really? They aren't children needing turns with a toy. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Think. Think. Think. "You two go on ahead. I've got some things I'm thinking through still. I'll just follow." And another thing added to my list to talk about. This is dumb. And they know it. Probably. Stephen raises his eyebrow slightly but they both go ahead of me. I've only been to the park once and it was about ten minutes to walk there. Plenty of time to chew on things and figure out what I'm going to say when we get back. Despite how the world smells, it certainly feels good. The sun feels great on my legs and face. A bit too hot with all this hair but not too bad at the moment. As we're walking, I sometimes just close my eyes for a moment and let the sun soak into my face. I already feel better. Birds are chittering around us, hopping from branch to branch as we walk the uneven sidewalk. Dogs bark occasionally and they start a domino effect of other dogs barking and growling in response. Elaine stops to talk to three different dogs (or as she puts it, the 'cute wittle puppies') through three different fences on the walk. They growl and bark and jump and wag their tails at her. Whether in excitement or anger or something else, I have no idea. They smell interesting. Different and interesting. At the third dog, my eye strays towards its cock and I immediately look away and blush. I wasn't even thinking about doing anything with the dog - I was drifting thinking about stuff and then there's the dog and it's a male (I can somehow smell it) and then I thought of Stephen and his cock and how it looks as a werewolf and then that had me look at the dog's cock. Whoa. Wow. Yeah. No. Moving on... Near the entrance of the park, I feel goose bumps break out along my arms. Something is wrong. Something smells wrong. Familiar and wrong all at the same time. My stomach twists into a knot and I almost vomit. Cold sweat. Nausea. My limbs tremble slightly and I feel Stephen's arms suddenly around me. The she-wolf is growling loudly but I also feel her ears back. She's hunkered down low on all fours. "Hey. Hey, are you okay?" He asks, voice full of concern. "Y... yeah. I..." I pant, catching my breath. "S... something is wrong. Can you smell it? Can..." My stomach dry heaves once and I lean on Stephen. "I'll be okay. Just... Just give me a second." Elaine is slowly rubbing my back in a circle. My stomach heaves again but nothing comes up. Stephen has an iron grip on my arm. "We should go back. You don't look good at all and I don't smell anything wrong." "N... no. Just give me a second." Slowly, my arms and legs come back to me. My stomach is still in knots and I feel like I need to throw up again but at least I can stand by myself. "C... come on," I tell them both. "I see the pond from here. And the bench. See the guy?" I assume it was a guy because of the awkward handwriting but that's probably sexist. The smell gets worse the closer we get. The figure is bent over on the bench, tossing crumbs to a flock of seagulls and ducks that are surrounding him. Probably a man. Wearing a black coat and a short hat of some kind. Some short hat with a brim almost like a cowboy hat but not quite. Also black. Stephen and Elaine look at me and I nod. We take the last few steps and then he's right in front of us. I'm nearly floored by the miasma surrounding him. Elaine rubs at her nose briefly but looks otherwise unfazed. The man looks up and smiles and I wish he hadn't. His face is chalk white and there is something living in his eyes. I want to run. I want to bash his head in. I want to vomit. All of it. A piece of his face moves as if a small worm was burrowing under his skin. Stephen does a double-take. "What the..." "Hello!" The man says with a grin too wide for his face. He stands, setting his brown bag of crumbs on the bench. He offers his gaunt hand but none of us take it in return. His fingernails are black. And two of them are missing. Ah. Okay. He's looking at Elaine and Stephen at the same time. One eyeball is pointing directly at Stephen while the other is swiveled towards Elaine. "Oh my," he says. His breath smells like the sulfur. "My oh my. You've done well for yourself, haven't you?" "Who... who are you?" I ask. My nails are digging into the palms of my hands and I'm shaking slightly. In anger and fear and I'm not even entirely sure why. I mean, other than the obvious gross things happening. "Ah. Ah, ah, ah. Yes. Yes yes. You don't know me, do you?" Both eyes independently swivel to me. "But, I know you. Yes yes. Yes I do. We've met before once." I look at Stephen and then Elaine. And then back to the creep. "I..." I start. "I watched you die," he says and now his grin is positively splitting his face. Stephen steps forward, hands clenching and unclenching. "Listen," he growls. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are but if you think you can just..." I hold up my hand and he stops. But not before glaring at me. Temper, temper. I look back at the man in black. "I've never met you in my life. Trust me, I'd remember if I'd seen you before." The man rocks back and forth on his heels like a little boy with a secret. "No no no. I know you. I know you, Hannah. I held your head in my lap while you choked on your own blood. Yes yes, oh yes." A fleck of black light flits across the man's left eye while he talks. "My name is not Hannah. Who..." Now he holds up his hand to stop me. "I'm Thomas. Pleased to meet you again. Would you like any bread?" "No, I don't want..." "There was an awful lot of blood. It ruined my favorite coat. But, I suppose, not as much blood as there was later. No. No no, certainly not." He giggles and it makes my skin crawl. Now it's my turn to growl. The wolf echoes me in my head and I feel her gathering he strength. "Who the fuck are you," I ask, not pleasantly. "Ah. Thomas. I said. I said that. No no no, he means who. Who are we. Yes. I, dear sir, am a wizard." The man pulls his hat off and bows deeply. He's missing patches of hair on the top of his head and the skin is red with bumps. He straightens, fixing his hat. "A good wizard. Still learning. Still experimenting. Still living so that means I'm a good wizard." His grin turns into a grimace before returning again. "You look well. Very well. Alive, even." Stephen steps forward slightly. "You need to..." Layers Ch. 08 The man turns to Stephen. "How does it feel, young man? How does it feel to be part of a pack?" I watch him while he talks. Something... something is off... what...? Oh. Oh, what the hell? His voice is out of sync with his mouth. What the fuck is this freak? He continues. "It couldn't have been long. A day? Two days? Was it immediate for you? I don't often get to talk to live werewolves. Fascinating subjects but hard to hold down." He laughs as if he'd made a joke. "Do you feel the bond? Have you submitted? Both of you? To your Alpha?" Stephen grunts and I see his eyes flicker over to me briefly. "Is it hard?" The man gestures theatrically. He bends down and looks up in supplication. "Do you fight against them? The ties that bind? Do you struggle, oh man? Mightly?" He stands and twirls in place. "Or do you accept it willingly? Which are you? Do you know she's a man?" "It's none of your goddamned business what I feel." Stephen's voice is threatening and I see the anger behind his eyes. "No? No? Perhaps. Perhaps not. She is beautiful, isn't she? Our Hannah. A beautiful specimen. I told you answers would be coming and I meant it. Listen well, children. The woman standing in your midst was a man at one time. But, I'll start 6 months ago. Almost 6 months ago. Will you sit? No? I will." We all share a glance as the insane man sits on the bench in front of us. He clears his throat and a small white thing wriggles out of the corner of his mouth. His tongue flicks up to pull it back into his mouth. "There once was a beautiful woman named Hannah. She lived in Canada. Strong. Very strong. A born werewolf. An Alpha. But no pack. So, she made one. She tried. She started with a man. Scott. They met at a bar and got drunk together. Things got rough and hot and heavy and, well, she turned him. Made him into a werewolf like her. Oh, but not exactly like her. No. No no no. An Alpha does not make an equal. She makes a pack and she leads. The pack follows. She makes a bond that cannot be denied. It's forced. Forced into the person when they change. It's fascinating, really. I plan to study it soon. Very soon. So, the Alpha needs to pick well. Because they're stuck. Until death do they part. So, they pick someone good and it's happily ever after. Scott. Scot was not good. Scott was not a good choice. No. No, sir. Scott raged against the bond. Scott struggled and fought and hated every second of his servitude to Hannah. Until he killed her. I personally can't imagine what it would take to murder your Alpha but he did. I watched it. Remotely. Never, ever get into the middle of werewolves fighting. No. Werewolves by themselves are bad enough but, fighting? No no no. He bit her throat out. Tore it out. She couldn't heal fast enough. The pain of the loss and fear and shame at what he did must've driven him mad. He ran. I made it to her just in time to watch her die. Strong, beautiful Hannah." My stomach is roiling and I want to cry. I know where this is going. I can guess where it's going. Elaine is fighting tears beside me and I see the flush of anger in her cheeks. Stephen is gritting his teeth. He knows, too. Thomas claps his hands and rubs them together. Black markings line the back of his hands. "I took her body. Dragged her. Werewolves are heavy. So heavy. But, I lived nearby so I dragged her home. And then I cut her open. Emptied her. I staked her empty flesh to my table and drew on the inside of her dried flesh. It was an experiment. A test. You know the old legends. Drink from a wolf's paw print or wear the skin and all of that. And then I followed Scott. I followed him here. And I thought, what a perfect chance to see what would happen if Hannah came back. A simple divination spell to find a likely candidate and a skin suit in a box and there you go! Although, imagine my surprise when the bones told me it was going to a man. Even I didn't think that would work." He stands again, watching me. And then, he reaches out, snake fast to jab at my stomach with his finger. Elaine's hand magically appears on the man's wrist, locking him down. She's growling and I can see a line of thick red hair down her arms. Stephen's hand has materialized around the man's throat and he's not growling. That's even more scary. The man's upper arm moves as he struggles but Elaine's grip is steady. Her lips pull back to show more teeth than she needs. I hear a small crack and the man gasps in pain. So, he can still feel pain even with his body the way it is. That's good to know. "Elaine. Stephen. Let him finish." Stephen snaps his head to look at me and the anger is still there. Elaine releases the man's wrist and it falls limply at a wrong angle. Her golden eyes never leave his face. Stephen slowly releases his grip and the man falls to his knees, gasping for air. "I... I... it's ... I think... I think it's broken. Werewolves. I said. I said never get inbetween them. I said. Hah hah hah. I should've listened to me." He looks up at me. "Didn't think it would work. Did it hurt to become a woman? Can you breed? Do you want to? So many questions. So many." At the word 'breed', Stephen turns fully to look at me. Comprehension dawns on his face and so many emotions flood his body. I can smell fear, apprehension, confusion and surprise. And then, tucked down under all of them, a cousin to joy. Something related to it. I put a hand on his arm and squeeze. "What do you want with me?" I ask, even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer. "More experiments. Answers. I'm a wizard. That's what I do. Wizards. So you'll come back with me and answer some questions and I'll poke you a bit and feed you and try a few things and then we'll see if we can find Scott. And then I'll ask him some questions. It'll be fun!" As he talks, the man flops his broken hand back and forth, as if testing his pain tolerance. Lines wriggle beneath his flesh in a migration from his entire body down to his wrist until a bulbous lump surrounds the area. I can barely watch and the smell... I start breathing through my mouth in an attempt to make the smell stop. "If I refuse?" The man cocks his head to the side. "But you can't." I take a step, feeling the wolf push forward and my own transformation starting. The flush of warmth signaling my change. I can feel the hairs pushing out from my lower stomach to my belly button and my teeth are starting to itch. "If I do?" "Well," Thomas pauses. "I guess I'll just have to use someone else." The floor drops out of my stomach and I nearly collapse. The wolf and my own surging aggression keeps me up. "What do you mean?" I'm nearly growling now and I hear a rip next to me. Red fur is pushing through tears in Elaine's jeans. The man looks at me blankly. "I'll cut Hannah off of you and give her to someone else." I reach for him and three of my fingers are tipped in claws. Thomas grins. The birds around us drop to their sides, dead, and the man vanishes. I growl and nearly fall. Goddammit. Elaine is half changed, clothes ripped, her growing tits surrounded by red fur. She's padding around the bench, sniffing at the birds and the bag of crumbs. Stephen is on his hands and knees, clawing at the ground. Near his hand I see a white chalk circle that was surrounding Thomas. It's filled with intricate designs along the outside rim. I'd guess Thomas was expecting something to happen and he prepared for it. More rips. Stephen's shirt lays in tatters around him and his upper body is being consumed with thick fur. His face cracks as his jaw lengthens. I feel a pain at the base of my spine that flares suddenly and then is gone. Shit. Shit, shit. I grab Stephen's lengthening ears in my hands and stare at his golden eyes. "Home!" I yell. "Home, Stephen!" I do the same with Elaine and then I run. I hear the two follow behind me after a second and we're dodging fire hydrants and trees on our mad dash back to the house. I look back briefly to see Elaine fully naked and running on all fours. Her body is completely covered in a thick red carpet of fur and she's only holding back in order to stay behind me. Stephen can't figure out whether to go to all fours or run standing up. He shambles along, growling and huffing. Home in record time. I slam the door shut behind all of us. Elaine pads over and pushes her muzzle against my face. Stephen is ripping his pants off of his body, grunting with the effort of it. His cock bulges as the skin turns pink. His knot is forming. I can't look away. It's both disturbing and erotic to watch. The skin stretches thin along his engorged length and he paws at it as it grows. Elaine stands and goes to him, her tail swishing behind her. Her ass is wider and thick with muscle. I can smell both of them and it's driving me crazy. But, all I can hear is 'I'll cut Hannah off of you.' Over and over in my mind. My changes stopped along the run home. The scene unfolds before me. Elaine and Stephen are gone. Mentally gone. Stephen stands fully transformed and he looks like a goddamned wolf-bear. He's huge. His arms enfold Elaine and they hug briefly before he pushes her away. She goes to her hands and feet with her ass raised and he grips both of her ass cheeks with his claws, spreading her red, furry ass open to his muzzle. He pushes into her and then pulls back, licking along the length of her wet pussy. I want them both. I want to join in. 'I'll cut Hannah off of you.' Again. Echoing in my mind. Drowning any sexual energy I can work up. Is it even possible? Would it kill me? Stephen is sitting now, his huge legs angled and spread open. His massive cock throbs in the air. Elaine stands above him and then crouches, grabbing his dick with her paw, guiding him towards her pussy. Her tail thrashes once, twice and then stands rigid as she eases herself onto him. I watch her (now black) pussy lips spread wetly as he enters her. She hisses and moans and growls at the same time, pushing down to his knot. Stephen's hands are on her hips, claws kneading at her flesh. Elaine grabs his shoulders and closes her eyes. Slowly, she pulls herself down further and I watch her pussy envelope the knot at the base of Stephen's cock. The fur around Elaine's cunt is slick with her own juices. Her lips tighten suddenly as she passes the base of the knot and she collapses forward, her larger, furry breasts against Stephen's muzzle. Stephen looks up at her and then pushes up. Elaine yelps and moans and holds his neck tightly. Again, Stephen pushes up into her and then down, his knot bulging out of the base of her pussy. And again. With small, hard movements, Stephen fucks his mate while I watch. '... cut Hannah off of you...' I close my eyes and press my palms against my temples. Everything is too much. I can't listen to them fuck. I can't think beyond the man's scratchy voice. I play through every single minute of my life since I opened that box. And then again. No. No, no, no. I don't want to lose this. I don't want to die. I don't know how long I sit like that but eventually, I look up to see the two have stopped. Elaine can't even seem to hold herself up and she's laying heavily against Stephen's chest. They're both sweat and cum soaked. Nuzzling each other. I watch white globs of cum leak out of Elaine's pussy, catching in the thick tuft of fur surrounding it. I can smell it. Strongly. I remember the sweet, slightly salty taste of it. I go to them. To both of them. I hug Elaine's back first. I feel her strength and her warmth. She gently pushes back against me but her muscles are rubbery. I hug Stephen the best I can from our positions, with Elaine knotted on him. He reaches an arm up to hold me tight. And then I pull them to the ground and I lie with them. I close my eyes and listen to their heart beats and feel their warm fur surrounding me. And, like a child, I fall asleep. My dreams are full of red wetness. Blood and the stench of death. Screams. Nightmares. I wake shrieking and I feel Stephen's arms tighten around me. "Shhhh," he whispers to me. "Shhhh. I'm here. You've been having nightmares. It's okay." My heart races and I'm clawing at Stephen until I realize that I'm okay and he's there. There and human. The sky is red with the sunset and I can't hear or smell Elaine in the house. "Wh..." I swallow and try again. "Where's Elaine?" Stephen is stroking my hair. I love the sensation. The feeling. It's soothing. It's incredibly soothing. His voice is low and even. "She's gone to the store for food. She left about 5 minutes ago. She'll be back." "'kay," I whisper to him. I feel like a small child in his arms. He hasn't changed his position except to pull himself closer to me. He's still naked and I feel his limp cock against my bare thigh. His sticky cock. I'm oddly okay with that. Mostly, I'm just grateful for him holding me right now. "I'm sorry." I tell him, my voice low as if we're hiding in the bedroom from our parents. "I'm so sorry. For all of this. I didn't know. I didn't know it would happen. I'm so sorry. It's what I wanted to talk about when we got home. I wanted to talk to both of you about it." Stephen continues to stroke my hair without talking. Finally, just as the worry is building within me, he answers. "It hurts. It hurts a lot. I don't know you. I don't know a damn thing about you. I know what you've told me but I don't know who you are. Are you smart? Are you funny? Are you kind? Are you a good person? You tried to save Elaine earlier this morning so that's in your favor. And you've told us your background but that's just words. Elaine knows you more than I do so far. She likes you. That's good, too. She's got good gut instincts even if she's entirely too optimistic for her own good. But, me? I'm not so easy to trust. I've heard too many lies. I've had too many people that I thought were good people come to me and tell me about some horrible thing they did and then beg me to help them." His hand is still stroking through my thick hair. Over and over in the same spot. I wait. "Are you one of those people? Will I later find out you hurt someone badly? Murdered someone? Treated us badly? It takes time for me to trust. A long time. Elaine and I dated for 2 years before I finally admitted that I loved her. Before I could trust her with that. I'm not the kind of guy to just throw out the word whenever it works for me. It's a huge goddamned thing. Love. Should. Be. Earned. And then you. You fucking come along and I have no fucking choice." Despite the words, his tone of voice remains calm and even and his hand never falters. I feel even smaller now. "It. Hurts. I didn't need that freak to tell me that whatever this is was forced on me. You think I wanted to touch you when you were a man? Do you know what was running through my head that morning? The struggle I had? All these new smells and feelings and everything ramming into my head. This... this thing growling in the back of my mind. And all I could do was beg. And abase myself. To you. And through it all, I felt this thing like love. Near enough that I can't tell the difference. Because of what you did. I didn't want this. Neither did Elaine. I was working through it. Making it okay before this fucking guy showed up." I'm swallowing back tears. I can't help it. My face feels hot. Stephen is still running his hands through my hair. "Tell," his voice cracks and he clears his throat before he continues. "Tell me you're sorry again." I swallow the lump in my throat. "I am sorry, Stephen." I feel something drip onto my hair and I know he's crying. "Tell me you're a good person." My own tears slip out unbidden. "I try," I whisper. Stephen's arm tighten around me. "Tell me," he whispers back. "Tell me it's safe to love you." I can't talk. I can't. I nod and the tears are hot and wet on my cheeks and hair. "It still hurts. Still hurts. I have no choice and never did. The only thing keeping me here is that you didn't know. And now you're stuck with me. With us. But if you ever treat us badly, I will walk. And suffer from it. For probably forever but I won't stay around like some whipped dog." I untangle myself from his arms and turn to face him. My eyes dart around his face. "I can't hurt either of you." I lean in, half-expecting Stephen to pull away but he doesn't. My lips touch his and we both close our eyes. Our tongues meet and I feel a thrum inside of me when my insides loosen, finally allowing me to ignore everything but the touch of my man. When I struggle to take my top off, Stephen nearly rips it off for me. The skirt comes off easier - the zipper is on the side. I expect him to take my panties off next but he doesn't and when I try to do it, he restrains me. It takes a huge amount of effort but I let go. It's difficult but I just let go. Stephen rolls me carefully back onto my back and then straddles my body. His knees are next to mine and I feel his dick against my lower stomach. My nipples ache. Stephen kisses me again and I grab his short hair with my long fingers. My other hand goes to his back and I feel his broad, strong back muscles as he holds himself above me. He moves slightly and the head of his dick presses against my clit through my panties. I twist and moan and my hips automatically press up against him. His hands are in my hair and he pulls back, exposing my throat. I stop myself from reacting like the she-wolf wants me to. His beard is rough against my throat and he's growling slightly as he licks and kisses and bites gently against my neck. His lower body presses down and now he's grinding against my clit. My body moves of its own accord, my legs wrapping around his. Hips bucking in time to his movements. "Stephen," I whimper. "Stephen. I want you inside of me. Please." The words are paradoxically both easy and hard to say. The 'Please.' He pulls himself down and his rough hand grabs my left breast, gripping and kneading at the flesh. I moan and whine as his dick slides away from my pussy. When I try to push myself down to feel him against me again, I feel him hold me in place. The she-wolf is growling but I ignore her. "Please, Stephen. Ple- Oh." His tongue flicks at my nipple and I arch my back. His wet mouth sucks the nipple in and his tongue works and over it. I feel the pressure building slowly within me. I grab the back of his head and press him down harder against the soft flesh of my breast and moan again when he takes my entire areola and nipple into his mouth. "God. God, yes. Stephen, please. Please." My mate lets my nipple go but both hands go to my breasts and I bite my lip from the feeling of him pushing them together and kneading them. He kisses down my chest and stomach until he's at the top of my panties. "I can smell you," he says. "Even if it weren't for the wolf, I could smell your sweet little pussy. And your taste. Your virgin taste. And how fucking tight you are. You have no idea how good you feel. My tight little virgin whore." That's... oh, that's new. With the last sentence, I feel a flood inside my pussy. I've never let go this far. I've never just sat back and let someone take control this much. It's... I don't think I want it all the time but, goddamned am I wet. I - OH FUCK. Stephen's mouth is suddenly on my soaked panties and he's biting at my clit. Fuck fuck fuck. "Stephen. Stephen, please. Please for the love of god, fuck me. Please. I want your cock inside of me. Please." He ignores me and pulls my panties off. I can feel the way the soaked fabric rubs at my sopping wet lips. I lift my legs up so he can pull them off easier and he growls loudly as my scent floods the room. With force, he shoves my legs down and apart and opens my cunt wide with his thumbs. His tongue enters me and I squirm, holding my legs open for him. Hol... hol.... the orgasm pushes through me and I buck with it but he's still sucking at me. I try to talk but he presses two fingers into my wetness and then presses up. Another orgasm and I'm trying to tell him to stop but I can't. I can't breathe. I can't... another orgasm and a spray of cum as I squirt, soaking his face. Stephen growls again and I see gold flash in his eyes. Layers Ch. 08 "N... No. No. Stephen. Fuck me. As a man. Fuck me." And, he does. He pulls himself forward, kissing me with the taste of my pussy on his lips and his wet beard rubbing against my face. His rock hard dick rubs against my clit and I reach for it but he grabs my hand and pulls it away. "Stephen. Stephen, fuck me. Fuck your... fuck your tight little whore. Please..." My voice is a girlish whine that turns into a whorish moan as his thick cock opens me. I forget the feeling every time and every time it surprises me. I feel his dick rub every bump and ridge inside of me as he slowly eases in, pressing until I feel his balls against my slick, soaked ass. He leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth again and I shudder. The nerve in my nipple is live all the way down to my pussy and I gasp while he sucks on me. His dick slides out and my pussy lips suck at him eagerly. And then in. "Fuck me, Stephen. Fuck your little whore. Fuck my tight cunt and fill it with your cum." Every single line from every porn movie is going straight from my brain to my lips as I tell Stephen what a dirty whore I am and how much I want to feel him cumming inside of me and etc... etc... I twist and moan and buck and arch my back and pull myself down onto him until I'm matching his rhythm. He's close. His change is close. No. No, I want him human. "Fuck me like you fucking mean it, Stephen. Pound m---FUCK!" He's slamming into me and it's hitting something deep inside of me. "FUCK! R... right there! What the fuck is that! Yes! Oh fucking god yes! Don't... don't stop... FUCK!" I claw into Stephen's back as one of my hardest orgasms yet rocks my body. And he doesn't stop. His body is burning up and I hear him grunting, pounding hard. I start pounding back. I tell him - I tell him I'm his whore. I tell him everything. But when I tell him I'm his mate, that's what pushes him over the edge. He grips the carpet and he groans hard. I push myself down eagerly on him and three orgasms crash into me one after another as his dick swells with each pulse of his cum. I feel it fill me. I feel how much more wet I become and the way it drills deep into me. I look at him and see how feral he's becoming. His arms press tight against the sides of my tits and I can feel the muscles in them twitching with his oncoming change. I reach up and caress the side of his face. "Shhh," I tell him, my eyes never leaving his. "Shhh, come back to me, Stephen. Come back to me. Shhhh..." His brows knit together in confusion but I keep talking gently to him as his cum leaks out of my pussy. Slowly. Slowly my mate calms. I hug him to my body and I feel both of our hearts beating so fast. We're almost too warm together but the feeling of his naked skin against mine is intoxicating. My whole body feels alive and sensitive. I stop him when he tries to pull out. "Don't," I tell him. "Don't. Stay there. Stay in me. Just stay with me." Time passes and we just lie together, holding each other close. I hear Elaine singing outside as she comes home. Her song stops as she reaches the front door. Stephen and I watch the dead bolt open and Elaine looks around the corner sheepishly. "Ummm... I... I bought some condoms...?" Fuck. Right. Fucking condoms. I sigh and pull myself off of Stephen. His limp, wet cock slips out easily and a blob of his cum follows shortly as I sit up. My breasts and nipples ache. I rub at my eyes with the palms of my hands. "We should talk. I'll find clothes." Layers Ch. 09 Consider the scene Elaine stands at the door with a small bag of various things. I smell salt and vinegar chips, beef jerky and the aforementioned condoms. Mostly those because the chemical latex smell is somehow mocking my lack of foresight. Goddamn these hormones and Stephen's body. That sexy, sexy body. Elaine smells slightly anxious and something close to jealous but not quite that. It's a complex thing and I'm not sure how to untangle it just yet. I don't think it's entirely bad. Probably. I like her outfit and a small piece of me quickly wonders if I'd look as cute as her in it. She's got a loose knit dark green cap covering just the tips of her ears. A light black wool pea coat covers a green top that dips down to show a bit of her cleavage and there's an intricate pattern woven along the top of it. Well-worn blue jeans disappear into stylish black boots with an ample bit of heel to them. The tip of her nose is red from the slight cold outside and the freckles along her cheeks hide like startled animals amongst the blush rising there. All of that and my immediate thought is: I like her shirt. Would it look good on me? I blame the recent shopping trip and all the clothes I tried on. Stephen is on the floor, propped up on his elbow and hip. His face is stubbly and I don't have to close my eyes to feel the way it scratches against me when we kiss. His eyes flicker to Elaine before settling back on me. He's more relaxed now. His control has set in and the emotions from earlier are swept under the rug again. I know they're still there. I know he still worries. It's who he is. The thick hair on his chest is matted from our... activities from earlier. There is dried cum (both of ours) on his penis and it lies down and across his right thigh. His testicles are somewhat baggy but hidden behind a thicket of pubic hair. I should be laughing at his penis right now. It's small and just kind of lying there. He's huge when he's hard so it's kind of like a comically deflated balloon. A penis balloon. Nice. But, no. I ache inside this woman's body. A good ache from that penis. Deep inside of this woman's vagina. From the little experience I have with being fucked, I know I'll be sore for a while. And he's owning it right now. Stephen is just lying there, watching me. Knowing that he took me. Letting that go was more difficult than I imagined but I want it again. I want him to take me again. So, no, I don't giggle at his penis. I crave it. And now, me. Standing like a naked female wrestler. I can feel Stephen's cum in me. His cum in me. It's an interesting thing. If you take it just as that then it's just his cum inside of me and it's going to leak out by itself (in fact, a little bit of it is now that I'm standing up) or it's going to do it when I sit down to pee. And it's just another liquid. Sure, that's one way to think of it. But, being wholly new to this experience, I take it a bit further because I sometimes overthink things. This man took me and fucked me and came inside of me. I shiver a little at the memory of his thick cock pulsing deep inside of my vagina. The memory makes me warm and hungry for him yet again. How do I explain it beyond that, though? I am a woman and as Elaine pointed out earlier, I could become pregnant. Probably. I mean, I assume everything is there and works just like it should. So, my mate mounted me and filled me with his cum and I could get pregnant from it. I still don't think I'm explaining how it's different. Before, I took him. This time, he took me. I relaxed my control and he took it from my hands. I submitted to Stephen sexually and he mated me. The trace feelings of submission run through my body and I blush slightly at the touch of them. I blush like a shy maiden on her first bedding because that's basically what this was. It... softened me temporarily and for the first time, I think I felt more in line with my feminine side. No, I'm not saying that all women are weak and should submit and yadda yadda. Listen to what I'm saying. I'm saying I think for the first time, I accepted the feminine side of who I am rather than being a man in a woman's body. I'll attack from another direction before I sound like a misogynistic pig. Even before all of this, I understood that, okay, women are not just supposed to be barefoot in the kitchen and men aren't all out punching bears and slugging back cases of beer. Well, most aren't. Gender is fluid. Sexuality is fluid. I'm learning this more and more these days. But, take masculinity and femininity. They're layered in thousands of years of socially acceptable norms forced on people. But, ignore a lot of that and we'll boil it down. Feminine is the nurturer. The loving giver. The bottom, sexually. The... gatherer rather than the hunter. I don't want to get into all the yin and yang or Jungian psychology but let's put it at that. Biology and evolution has forced women into that role but let's separate it from women and just leave it as that. It's a male or female in that role. Masculinity is the hunter. The sexual top. The dominant taker. That's also a role both men and women can play. But it's never so simple as that and people can flow between one to the other or find a happy place in between. And then society gets in the way and we're suddenly forced to think that real men are the bread winners and have to be tough and take care of the poor fragile women. That shit's hard to shake off, even when you know deep down that it's ridiculous, years and years of growing up with that around you makes it instinctive. I wouldn't call myself an outdoorsman at all or a man's man but I still feel the pull of the whole "A man should take care of a woman." And then, holy crap, you add in this Alpha wolf stuff and that boosts it by an incredible amount. I am the masculine hunter. I take. I prowl. I kill. I give the fucking orders. Becoming (I feel a slight gag at the thought) Hannah did me no favors in getting in touch with my feminine side. But, that's just what I did with Stephen. That's why I just felt for the very first time in my life. I purposefully let go and embraced that other part of me. The feminine part. No, not because I grew breasts. I mean I let go and I surrendered myself and I let Stephen take me and guide me. I submitted to him and it went beyond the sexual part of it. At the moment, sure, it was completely sexual. But, I opened myself completely to it. I trusted and loved him and it did something to me slightly. I just gave him a very, very large and scared part of myself and trusted him to handle it gently and he did. It was, in hindsight, terrifying. And, I think, very important for me. I see the edge of something that I want to explore more with him. I don't want to be submissive always but I feel like I made an important discovery - just the tip of it. I want to know what it means for me. I want to see where it takes me and how it changes me. So, yes, dammit. In a way I'm furthering stereotypes about women and femininity because I feel like I just embraced my womanhood in an important manner. And for some reason, the whole "I could get pregnant" thing adds to it and I can't exactly yet put my finger on the reason why that makes a difference. For the other parts of it, what the difference is to me is that I refuse to see it completely like that. What I'm going to try to set in my brain is that having this body gave me the opportunity to let the control go. Having a penis does weird things to your thoughts and I'd never thought before that I was bisexual or gay. Perhaps... perhaps it was in me to one day have a man or woman take control sexually in some way - with a strap-on or anal sex or just submitting in some way to them. It's just that until this point in my life, all I knew was that I had a penis and I was the one doing the fucking. Great fun for all around but I had no idea what I was missing and this woman's body gave me a shortcut to the process. I took a step from the rigid society-enforced male heterosexual dominance game and into the wide world of gender and sex fluidity. A toe in the water. I'm learning an immense amount lately and it feels like sometimes it's a bit too much. And there are so many more things to worry about and think about. Where do you even start? If you're me at this moment, probably you do something about the sudden goop of cum cold-creeping its way down your thigh. So, I grab Elaine. "Us girls have to use the bathroom. Back in a bit. I have to dispose of this love juice. And pee." Elaine makes a funny "ew" face but puts the bag down and follows after me, kicking her boots off as she walks. My bathroom is tiny and with two people in it, I feel like a clown packing in other clowns in an attempt to break the circus clown bathroom packing record. With a sexy lady circus clown. That's acceptable to me. I unceremoniously sit down on the toilet and kind of hunch forward with my arms under my tits. I sometimes forget how soft and, yet, firm they feel on me. I kind of love my boobs. I'll save the details of the sound of cum glooping out of me but it basically gloops. It's not exactly sexy. Elaine straddles the edge of the bathtub and politely looks at the ceiling while I don't at all grunt to get cum out of me. Oh, huh. My breasts are covered in Stephen's chest hair. His curly chest hairs. Hah. Okay. That's kind of a weird juxtaposition. I add "picking chest hair off of my chest" to the cum expelling. "So," I tell Elaine. "Hi." Elaine grins at the non-existent spider in the corner of the ceiling. "Hi," she says back. "I didn't use a condom. I'm a terrible woman. I should just be popping out babies left and right and wading through a sea of them right now. I mean, seriously, Stephen gets all sexy with me and all I can think about is his cock and how great it feels. Oh, by the way, as a previous man I can tell you one benefit to being a woman. I can sit here on the toilet and think about cocks and vaginas and sex and be all turned out but not have to worry about getting a sudden boner. Let me tell you, as a man, it sucks ass to get a boner on the toilet. You don't want your dick touching the inside of the toilet lid." I'm rambling. I know I am. I need to just carefully and gently get my actual thoughts off my chest before I change my mind. Elaine laughs and looks at me. "Ugh, seriously? That's gross. But, yeah, isn't it great? You can stare at a guy's ass or the bulge in his pants and all that happens is a bit of happy dance in the pants but no evidence of it. That's part of the trick because then you can continue to be all serene and queen-like and regal while your vagina is slobbering away at the thought of dancing on some guy's cock. They never need to know. One of the many, many tricks of being a woman." Now it's my turn to laugh. "Oh my god, I always knew it. Women are assholes." We giggle together a bit and, well, that's good because it helps to, ummm, cleanse. "Are you mad at me? Or jealous about something?" Oh Jesus. Yeah. Careful and gentle. Good job, you. "Wha- no. What in the world? Why would I be mad at you?" Elaine looks genuinely puzzled and I'm relieved about that. "It's my nose. I smell something around you sometimes when I'm with Stephen and it smells like jealousy. Or something. And I don't want you to be jealous because I don't want to get between you two and I don't want to cause problems. And because it's confusing as well. During the walk earlier I couldn't even decide where to stand." Why am I sitting on a toilet while having this conversation? Why am I dumb like that? "No no no." Elaine is waving her hand in front of her face and there's a slight blush in her cheeks again. "No. I'm... I'm not jealous. It's, I think it's possessiveness. And happiness. It's weird. No, that's not quite it, either. I have a place with Stephen and I know how strong that is. I know how much he loves me. Then there's you suddenly. Suddenly my head is filled with you and I know Stephen feels the same. But, umm, I feel like we all belong together. I feel like we're all in a triangle holding onto this rope but your pull is so much stronger than mine or Stephen's pull. Well, so, maybe I'm a little nervous. And maybe I'm a tiny bit jealous when you're with him because I want to be with you. And with him too. But that's just silly because I am with both of you. So... so... maybe a tiny bit of jealousy? But not in a bad way? Maybe?" Her voice is down to nearly a whisper and she's not looking up at me by the end. So it is bothering her in a real way. What am I supposed to do about this while on the toilet? Why did I decide to have this conversation while Elaine's husband's cum is leaking out of me? Ah. I think... yeah, I think it's finally done. Holy shit he cums a lot. "Gimme a sec," I tell Elaine. Standing, I grab a bit of toilet paper and oh, crap, still sensitive. Still a little sensitive. I gently dot myself off. From the front. Showing my wizard's sleeve off to the world. Or, well, Elaine. I cough a bit and then straddle the tub next to Elaine. It's colder than a witch's titty but I run pretty warm these days so it's easy to ignore. I mentally chortle at the whole 'wizard sleeve' thing. I used to have an email with a list of euphemisms for women's vaginas and that was my favorite one. I never got around to trying to refer to any of my girlfriend's vaginas by the name but, hey, look, I have my own now. Well, but not the drooping actual wizard's sleeve kind. No. Mine's actually tucked in like a Photoshopped porn magazine model's vagina. Very compact and cute and sexy. I could tell Elaine that it's all okay and she'll be fine. She'd believe me and trust me. I know she would. It is a very unfortunate side effect of this whole werewolf stuff. Which, by the way, holy shit, werewolves. Sometimes I forget that too. Fucking werewolves. Literally. I am her Alpha and I could tell her to get over it and she probably would. There'd be some emotional pain but she'd drop it. Of course I won't do that. But, I'm also not just going to tell her it's okay. I've been doing that. I've been pushy reassuring people. I reach out to touch her leg and then just look at her. "What can I do to help, Elaine?" Look at the big bad Alpha asking for opinions now. Watch out, soon I'll be begging to be tied out and used. She's surprised again. Slightly. Her hand closes around mine and she smiles her crooked little semi-fragile smile. I want to hold her tight against me. "No, I'll be fine. It's hard for me to talk about because I want everyone to be happy but just nudge me and get me to talk about it if you see me shutting down a little bit. New relationships always come with issues and this is a pretty different new relationship." "I'll never get between you and Stephen. Not in that way. Seeing you two together in the way you both have together is the thing that drew me to you. Stephen needs you to pull him out of the dark space he has around himself. And he grounds you so well. I've never seen such a strong love between two young people, Elaine. I'll never break that." God. I sound sappy as hell but it's true. It's one of the main reasons I love them - they're disgustingly in love with each other and fit so well with each other that it makes me cringe some times. "Hell, I don't think I could. Consider me your cheerleader. Now, do..." There's a solid knock on the front door that's followed by a massive crash that almost sounds like my door being broken. I hear muffled voices and Elaine is already up and at the bathroom door. She's almost too fast. I follow her out and then stop at the scene in the living room. That sound that sounded like my door being broken? It was my door being broken. The doorframe is splintered around the top and bottom where the door was hung and the door itself is on the couch. There is a trail of splinters from the doorway to the door's final resting place on my couch. I'm hoping the door can use them to find its way back onto the hinges. Somehow. Stephen is ... ah. That's why. It's the man from earlier this morning. The second one - the one that backed off. He's currently on his stomach on my living room and trying to talk. Except he can't because Stephen is trying to crush his skull into the carpet. Stephen is still naked but looks a bit more hairy than when I left him. He's growling and pressed against the man with one hand holding the other man's left hand out and to the side and his right hand playing trash compactor with the floor and the man's head. Elaine gasps. "You're that guy! From before! What the hell are you doing here?" The man's left eye flicks over to her. It's red and watering from the pain I'm sure Stephen is causing him right now. I stand a little in front of Elaine, between her and the man. "Stephen, you're going to kill him and I'm not entirely sure you should right now. Why don't you ease up a bit? Stephen? Ah, fuck." Stephen is drooling from the corner of his mouth. The muscles along his spine have doubled in size and his tailbone is expanding. Claws on his feet are tearing into the floor and his bare cock is fully sheathed in thick fur. He's growling louder now and ignoring me. "Stephen! Get the fuck off of him now." My voice has dropped a bit and I feel an anger from the wolf at the back of my mind. Anger at the disobedience from the male. I crouch down to catch his eye and the muscles in my legs bunch more than they should. A line of heat traces from my shoulders down to my hands and I see fur growing in waves down my arms. My right hand is clawed and my teeth ache. My pussy feels hot for some reason. "Stephen, listen to her. Let him go, honey. Stephen?" Elaine is anxious behind me and I can hear a hint of fear in her voice. She knows he could easily kill this person. My voice rumbles with the change. "Stephen. NOW!" He looks at me and growls, brow furrowing with extra skin as his jaw cracks under the pressure of larger teeth growing in. Stephen's right arm is a furry mass of muscle and the man under him has his eyes closed against the pain. Stephen's not there and the wolf in me is practically begging to cause pain. So, I hit him. It's not as hard as I could do since I'm crouching and the stance is awkward but I'm fast and he's not expecting it and, well, I'm a fucking werewolf. Stephen's head snaps back and I follow him with it, leaping to grab him around the throat. He's quite strong but this isn't like earlier with the two men. I'm half-changed myself and it's accelerating. Something feels different. I don't know if it was from this morning or this afternoon meeting with the crazy man or from the revelation after sex with Stephen but I can feel the change happening way more quickly. I embrace it and I feel my tail push out of my body while I bear down on Stephen. He's yowling and scrabbling at me with his claws. I feel him twisting and trying to get out of my grasp as Elaine pulls the man away from him. Stephen is feral and frenzied and it takes everything I have to hold him in place. My legs are wrapped around his thighs and I lock my forearm across his thick throat while he sputters. And then I let go and hit the back of his head. This time I'm in a good position and it hits him hard. He yelps like, well, a struck dog. I hit him again and he stops reaching for the other man in order to protect his head. His long, wolf-like ears are laid flat and he's whimpering slightly so I stop hitting. Instead I grab the thick fur at the base of his neck and press him down hard. I try to tell him to stop fucking moving but it comes out as a growling grumble. Regardless, he goes limp as he looks away from me and to the ground. I stand and relish in the power of Hannah's werewolf. My werewolf. I feel huge. I'm standing on the thickly padded balls of my feet and I can feel my long tail lay flat against the back of my furry thighs and slightly between my round, furred ass cheeks. I thought my hips were amazing as a woman but as a female werewolf, I think I could birth a full litter. THAT thought makes me want to blush again. My heart thrums in my chest and I want to run hard. I want to claw and run and jump and use every single expanded muscle in my body. My enormous breasts lay heavy against my chest but the weight is nothing on me. I stand unashamed in front of everyone, including the stranger. Even if I were slightly embarrassed, my sex is hidden behind a thick brown tuft of fur that spreads to my belly button. I'm somehow slightly wet and I'm sure everyone here can smell it. We're all werewolves here, hey? But, I'm still me. Still conscious. Still rational. Just, well, more angry. More ready. To do anything. Something funny, though. I don't know what to do with my hands. Do I put them on my hips and strike a cocky pose? Do I just put them at my side and ignore them? I settle for crossing them under my large, soft, furry tits instead. And then I stare at the man kneeling by Elaine. Layers Ch. 09 Elaine's eyes are huge. Has she seen me transformed while she was still human? She looks over at Stephen (still on the floor) and then back to me. Her cheeks are flushed and there' s a slight sweaty sheen to her face. "It's," she swallows. "It's... you're beautiful. And Stephen... It's taking everything I have not to follow you two. It's really... it's really hard to ignore your smell and the urges. Really hard. Both of you. Oh my gosh. I never knew. Is that what I look like? How come you're still okay? How come you're not freaking out? Oh my gosh. You're magnificent." I step to her and cradle her cheek with the raspy black padding on the tips of my paw. She's so tiny right now. So small. I can smell her struggle. She smells vaguely like sour sweat and her pupils are dilated. I can't imagine how hard it is for her right now. How hard it is to ignore me and Stephen at the same time. The man looks up briefly before bowing his head again. "I'm sorry," he tells me. I'm sorry for coming to your home, Alpha. It's against everything I was taught but I didn't know what else to do." I... woof at him and he continues as if he understands. "You're... Jesus, you're big. I don't think I've ever met another wolf like you. Fuck. This was such a bad fucking idea. I thought the big guy there was bad enough but, Jesus. I have to talk. Can you..." The man swallows and peeks up at me again for a moment. "Can you change back so I can talk to you? Please?" Well, shit. Can I? Maybe... maybe there... I relax. Somehow. In a not-exactly-relaxing kind of way. The wolf growls in the back of my mind but I let something go and relax and the change follows behind it. In reverse. It hurts. A lot. Enough that I find the nearest wall and press my forehead against it. The fur pulls back into my body and then goes god knows where else. Muscles hum and twist in my body in sickening ways, snapping bones as they go. Joints pop out of sockets that no longer fit them. I think my jaw is the worse one until my spine does something that makes me drop to my knees. I almost pass out at that one. I'm sweating all over and shaking. My tail hangs limply on my bent leg and it looks kind of gross without the fur. Very gross actually. Just wrinkly skin and bones. But, soon, it pulls back into my spine and I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips. My breasts shrink with my chest as if they were being pulled tighter. Finally, the changes stop and I dry heave next to me. My stomach is in knots and I feel like I just did a million sit-ups. And pull-ups. And ran 20 miles barefoot. Elaine looks even more wide-eyed. "Where does all the hair go?" She asks. "Is there like a layer of hair under your skin? Oh my god. Is there a layer of hair lurking under MY skin? Oh my god. Oh my god." She's not really freaking out but I can see that she's intensely curious about it. "I," I gasp. "I don't want to do that again soon." I stand on shaky legs and head over to the bathroom closet to pull a beach towel from the bottom. It fits around me nicely and I stumble back into the living room. Stephen is still a werewolf and is glaring at the man from the side of the couch. "Elaine, why don't you go sit with Stephen. I think he could use some calming down and his wife should be perfect for that. Just don't get frisky, yeah? We all know where that goes." Elaine nods and goes to sit by Stephen. She pulls his head into her lap and idly caresses the top of his head while whispering to him about how much she loves him even if he smells bad right now. And how she'll get him a good little doggie bed for the bedroom and a water bowl and a collar and call him Spot. I think there's something wrong with her but I wouldn't ever want her to change. I look at the man by the open door and then nod toward the chair opposite the couch. "Why don't you sit?" I tell him. "Gimme a second with this door." I either have really thick feet now (possible) or there's no tiny slivers as I don't feel little tiny stabby things as I bring the door back over to the doorway. I kind of just lean the door against the frame and it stays there. I look at Stephen and sigh. Elaine is scratching him under his furry chin and he's drooling slightly while she coos at him. When I sit on the couch, I spread my legs scandalously far apart under the towel. "So," I tell him. "How about you start over?" The man nods and brushes black hair away from his eyes. He's got patchy stubble on his cheeks and looks way younger than he probably is when he cleans up. "I'm, well, I'm Tyler. I know it's bad shit to break in on an Alpha's territory but I didn't even know you were here and it's a really small community. I thought I knew all of us. And Alphas are, well, you guys don't exactly hide usually. So, I'm really fucking sorry to do that." I wave the stuff away. "Right, okay, there's time for questions later. Why are you here?" "I... there's a wolf I follow. I didn't have a choice. James and I grew up together on the streets. Ran away from our parents when we were young and kept running because if your parents are wolves you have to run fast and long to get away from them. James is fucking retarded but he used to not be as bad. He's the one that hit you." "I remember. I remember very well." "Yeah. Yeah, I bet you do. You're lucky to be alive. I don't know why you didn't change but he wouldn't have stood a chance if you had. Anyway, he used to be okay but a little while back this new guy shows up and finds us. He just takes over. Not an Alpha but he's not the kind of guy you cross. He's scary as fuck and out of his mind. Mostly I just try to stay away and it's been us stealin' shit for him but he's got some hold on James or talks to him different or something because he's all fucked up talking about how we got this power but we don't use it right and all that shit. How we always runnin' and hidin' when we should be standing up for ourselves and taking whatever we fucking want. It's not right. It's not right but James ain't as smart as me and this other fucker has his claws deep into him." Stephen is slowly changing back and I can see it out of the corner of my eyes. He's moaning and grunting from it while his body shifts. "All right," I tell Tyler. "So?" "So, whatever. I'm used to people like this. Like my parents. Do this. Don't do that. Do what I fuckin' say or I'll break your head open. But, listen, I was a dumb kid when I ran away. My parents were assholes but they wasn't like this asshole. He's..." The kid stops and looks at the hands in his lap. I wait. And wait some more. "He what?" "He's killin' kids. Girls. I caught James with this girl, couldn't be more than sixteen. He was bringing her to the guy. We had it out but he's stronger than me and I left. I didn't know what to fuckin' do. Stealin' is one thing but killin' people? Killin' fucking kids? No way. No fucking way, man." His hands are gripped tight enough that they're purely white. He's still not looking at me. I can smell salt before I see tears leaking out of his eyes and dripping into his lap. "It ain't fuckin' right." Little girls. Why does that ring a bell? And what kind of sick... "Why? Why's he doing it? And why come to me and not the police? What do you want me to do about it?" He looks up and his eyes are red from the tears. "You know we don't go to the cops about this shit. Ever. And what do you mean, what do I want you to do about it? You're the Alpha. You take him down. It's what you guys do. There's not another one of you within a hundred miles at least. I go back and I'm dead. James ain't no friend of mine anymore and Scott is out of his fuckin'-" I'm on my feet before I know it. "Who? Who did you say?" Tyler shrinks back in his chair before me. His eyes are wild with fear. "S... Scott. The other guy is Scott. This new guy. Came into town almost five months back. Scott. Big crazy fucker." I look at Elaine and she looks scared as well. Stephen has his eyes closed in pain and whatever else happens when those two change back. He's trembling slightly and his lips are dry. "Scott? Does he have an accent? Canadian accent?" "Y... yeah, it could be. He talks funny sometimes but I never asked. You don't ask guys like that where they're from. The weak just listen and do what they're told. That's how it's always been. You know that." I growl and step forward. "No, I don't fucking know and that's now how I do things. I've only been a wolf for a few fucking days." "You-" Tyler swallows. "You're fucking lying. Sorry. But that's impossible. That's impossible. Alphas are born, not made. You don't... you can't..." I look over at Elaine and she nods. I sit again. And I tell him. I leave out little things but I tell him about Thomas and the box and the suit and everything that happened. It takes longer than I thought it would and the man gapes at me the entire time. I don't know what's the bigger surprise for him - that I was a man or that I wasn't born a werewolf. An Alpha. "That," he pauses. "That's some crazy ass shit. Are you fucking with me? Tell me you're fucking with me. Please tell me. I know I ain't smart but that's just..." I shake my head. "The reason why I didn't change to fight this morning is because I don't know how to do it. It just happens and I go with it. Something feels different now but this isn't me. I didn't even think this was real stuff a week ago. I was just a simple guy a week ago." Tyler is shaking his head back and forth. "I'm screwed. I'm so fucked. Oh my god. I'm so fucking screwed." A quiet voice gasps from Elaine's lap. "Y... you said little girls." Stephen's eyes are open but he's in pain and his voice is soft. "Was..." Stephen's swallow is painful. "Was one of their names Alanna?" Tyler looks at me before answering. I cock my eyebrow and nod. "I don't know, man. I think James said something about a Sarah but I was so fucking mad that the change hit me before I could say much of anything and then we were fighting it out. I don't remember nothing about an Alanna. I don't even know how many times this sick fuck has done this. But, I know I can't go back to him. I can't go back to him now. I'll die before I do anything else for that fucker. I'd run back to my pack on the East Coast but that's my parent's pack and it's a toss-up whether they'd kill me or take me in." Scott. The Scott. Right here. Possibly the one murdering the little girls around the area. The one that murdered Hannah and started this whole thing. Scott. And now this guy shows up and wants me to do something about it. I look at this Tyler guy. "Did he bring the little girl straight to Scott?" "No, Scott stays out until way late. He won't be back until like midnight." I sigh. I ponder. And weigh options. And, then: "There is a coffee shop two blocks away. Go get yourself something to drink. Come back in about thirty minutes. I need to talk to Stephen and Elaine. But, be back or I'll come find you. I'm not Scott but I'll fucking hunt you down if you run tonight." Tyler's face goes white. "Y... yes, ma'am. I'll come back. I will." And, with that, he goes. Stepping around the door and then putting it back into place as he leaves. I pull the towel off as I stand and then I go to the kitchen to grab a large glass of water. I bring it with me and hand it to Elaine. It takes a bit of arranging but I insert myself under Stephen so his hips are on my lap. And then I realize what a stupid idea that was because I'm still naked. We're both still naked. Stephen sits up partially and sips at the water from the cup Elaine is holding. She sets the cup down and then strips down to nothing before laying her head down on Stephen's hip. I feel her small breasts against my thigh as she snuggles into a comfortable position. Her hand finds Stelphen's hand and they twine their fingers together. A happy, warm little puppy pile. I stroke both of their backs quietly for a while and the effect is incredibly soothing. My mates. I feel complete with them. After a while, I speak up. "I have to do this, I think. Even if it weren't for the little girl, I'd have to do it. I think I can control the change so I'll be okay but I have to go to this guy and finish this. And pray the little girl is still alive." "I'm coming," Elaine tell me, without hesitation. "We both are." I can feel Stephen nodding his head against me. "I'm feeling better already," Stephen tells me. His voice does sound stronger. "I'm not letting there be any chance for that little girl to be hurt. Or for you to get hurt." "Me to get hurt again, you mean? For Hannah to be hurt again?" "No," he rasps. "It's you. You're not Hannah. You never were Hannah. I want to protect you." Stephen and Elaine unfold around me and Elaine sits off to the side. Stephen sits on his knees and my eyes are quickly drawn to his dick. His pubic hair is dense but short and his penis looks even slightly more wolf-like. The head is definitely tapered a bit more like a wolf's penis than a human's penis and there' s a very, very slight bulge where his wolf's knot would be. I feel my insides loosen as I grow wet at the memory of being knotted by him and I wonder if that lust will ever go away. His arms and chest look stronger than when I first met him. And his shoulders - his shoulders are lined with muscle. I guess the transformations have at least some lasting effect. His eyes shine quietly in the light as he stares at me and my heart skips a beat. Stephen leans in and his lips brush mine. I grip the back of his hair and pull him in harder for an actual kiss, my mouth parting for his tongue. My male brain is all quiet on the "You're kissing another guy!" front. I don't care. I don't even know when I stopped making excuses about having a woman's body. I just love the guy. And he kisses like a raging fire and it makes my cheeks burn and my pussy wet. I try to pull him down to my breasts but he pulls away and shakes his head. I whine slightly and then do feel the male part of me get a bit embarrassed. "No," he tells me. "Not right now. I want you badly but we have to do this thing now." He stands and catches his breath. His dick is pounding and hard in the air before him. I want to reach for it. I have to physically restrain myself from reaching for his dick because I want to put it in my mouth. I want to run my tongue along the length of him and cup his balls while playing with the head of his dick. And, again, the male part of me is silent. And eager. It's not a male and female part of me anymore. It's just me. Elaine reaches for my face and turns it to her. Her kiss is light and sweet and full of unspoken words. I lose myself in her kiss and, for some reason, I feel tears starting. Why? Why with her? Because of our conversation? Because of this morning? We hug and her nipples press against the inside of my heavy breasts. My desire for her is only muted by the strange sudden flood of emotions. She's warm and soft and I want to lie with her for hours. I don't even care if we talk about scrunchies or clothes as long as we're touching and talking. She stands as well and I notice Stephen has left the room. I hear him rummaging around for clothes and Elaine goes to join him. I stand alone and consider the scene. Layers Ch. 10 What does one wear when one knows one is going to transform into a massive werewolf killing machine later in the evening? And, yes, that works as both a "werewolf that is a killing machine" and a "werewolf-killing machine" except not a machine, per se. I don't need Thomas suddenly appearing in a puff of disgusting, putrid stench to tell me that "Surprise! You were a robot all along! Lolz!" I can handle a lot of stuff but I think that would be my breaking point. So, what does a young sexy werewolf lady wear? Something you don't particularly care about? Something that rips easy? Something with easy movement? Oh gosh. I can see myself showing up in one of the cute new skirts I bought, scowling and growling and kind of tossing my hips back and forth all sexy and sassy. Freedom of movement, less fabric to tear when changing and, hey, check out my ass and legs! I'm sure it'd go a long way into terrifying the bad guys into submission. Bad guys, huh? Last week the bad guys were the people in my own company - the ones harassing me to release credit holds on customers so they could try to sell shit to them. That was that. Bad guys exist in books and movies and are so far away from my life that it might as well be another country. Okay, I suppose there are bad guys in real life. Terrorists and drug lords and gang members and so forth. It happens, right? I have some time before Tyler comes back and it sounds like Elaine and Stephen are getting in some time alone so I just sit naked on my couch. I can feel the cold air coming in through the gaping holes of the front door but this body of mine runs hot and I'm assuming that's the werewolf side. It's a nice addition, especially with the cold slowly creeping in at nights. I feel my longer, thicker hair against my right ear and my hand automatically goes to tuck it behind the ear. It's funny how quickly that little habit took hold. I pause and wonder, though. Is it Hannah taking over or is it actually just me getting used to having hair like this? My reaction or the ghost of a reaction from Hannah? I never liked theoretical philosophical questions of the whole "Is this really reality" and the thought kind of upsets me so I put it aside. Until and if I feel her changing my actions then she's dead and I just happen to look exactly like her. I sure the hell am not going to start thinking of how I'm living in her skin. This is me. This is who I am now. When I look down my body, I see perfection. Or, near to it. Hannah was a beautiful woman. I'm hunched slightly and I can see the very tip of my vagina. The clit guy. The awesome guy. My favorite little guy, actually. My tits have a very, very slight sag to them but that's because they're so damn big and gravity is gravity. Huh. I think the left one might actually be slightly bigger than the right. That's normal, right? Sometimes? I cradle the bottom of both of them with my long fingers and gently rub against the soft skin. I feel their heft when I lift up. My nipples are down a bit and pointed off to the sides. They're currently a bit flat and that's pretty cool. When my nails scratch against my tits, I have to twist a little on the couch. I like the way that feels and I watch the darker skin around my right nipple tighten, pushing the little guy out. I can feel the skin move around when I watch and concentrate on it. That's also nice. Mesmerizing, even. Another thing I enjoy is the muscles along my stomach. I haven't done a single sit-up but running my hands slowly down my side feels like I'm rubbing a slightly padded rock. Even hunched over slightly, I have very little extra skin bunched up. Below my belly button are fine blond hairs tracing down to my sparse brown pubic hair. The little blond hairs are slightly ticklish when I gently run my fingertip along them. I wonder if the blond is from my male side since I used to be blond or if it's normal for the small hairs to be different color. My pubic hair is a finger-width line that fans out slightly above my clit. That hair is almost like a bristle. I can smell the scent of my vagina even if my legs weren't open and bare. I'm hoping that's also a werewolf thing and I make a note to ask Elaine about it... if it doesn't start a conversation about stroppy vaginas. It's almost a different scent each day now that I've had it for more than a day. Very subtly different but sometimes stronger and sometimes more faint. I pull my legs up to my chest and the scent becomes stronger. My legs are smooth against my chest and I don't feel any strain like I would've had as a man. I'm way more flexible and the absence of a penis seems to let my legs bend more easily. It's hard to describe the difference but I remember a slight pull against different muscles when I was a man. My legs have those little tiny blond hairs, too so I guess it's a normal thing. In a strange way, I really look forward to finding out all the "normal" woman things that happen. Messing with my hair, maybe learning how to do makeup, trimming my fingernails and, well, hell, who knows? Being a woman. Hopefully it's not all creepy dudes staring at you in the stores and things like that. I glance around but there's nobody there so, with my knees bent and against me, I extend my right leg out and up. And up. All the way vertical and it doesn't even hurt. Okay, now I'm impressed with myself. The muscles in my thigh look like they were etched in marble - solid and perfectly formed against pale skin. I push my toes straight up and my calf muscles shift. I bring the leg slowly back down again. And then up, watching the way everything works. I'm enjoying this. I haven't spent enough time just looking at myself as a woman. Too many creepy wizards and hypnotized squirrels and hot naked men and women. Well, one of each of those in particular. The hot naked man and woman. The view straight down my body is like something out of one of the few wet dreams I've had. And, sure, I'll admit - I turn myself on. A lot. If the mood was different, I'd probably be masturbating furiously right now. It's just hard to get myself over the edge sexually when there's a little girl in danger and Hannah's killer suddenly on the stage. Still, I look down and try to capture the view for some night when I'm possibly alone and in the dark and want to play with myself. Like right now but not right now. And then, werewolves. I assume that's why Thomas' little divining rod led him to me. I have a thing for werewolves so his sticks or bones or whatever the fuck they were said "Hey, try this guy. He's a fucking creep and gets off on werewolves." Not that I'm complaining. No fucking way. I'd say it's a toss-up whether the werewolf part of me is a bigger draw than the female part of me. I think the werewolf edges the woman out but the more I'm in her body, the more I wonder if that is completely true. Of course, I have yet to find a bad thing about... oh, right. Period stuff. That's supposed to suck really bad, right? I've known some ladies over the years that have said they barely feel it but the vast majority seem to rank from "Ouch, that sucks" to "I will murder you if you talk to me this week." What kind was Hannah? Will I get whatever kind she had or does any of my biology come into play? Hell, is any of my biology left? Are there any little strands of my DNA wandering around Hannah's body affecting things or is it my consciousness placed in her body and that's that? That might explain the odd thoughts at the beginning. Wondering what having a cock in me would feel like and everything else. My old brain mapped into Hannah's brain and then merged together. Huh. That's actually kind of creepy when I think about it. When I think that my own body maybe just, what? Dissolved? Or is it like, shit, what was that comic I read when I was a kid? Miracle Man? Miracleman with one word? Where he swapped his normal body with a superhero's body and it was an actual body swap? With his normal body transferred into some weird dimension? Magic is weird shit and that's just accentuated by Thomas. If that's what happens to everyone that dabbles in magic then count me the fuck out. I'm not even sure he's alive any more. It looked like he was just an empty shell of a host to a bunch of creatures. So, here I sit on the couch. Naked. Wondering whether my male body is hanging up in an interdimensional closet. I poke at my forearm a bit. Thick muscles under a slightly soft padding of smooth skin. No way there's a weird fucking layer of fur under there. And where do all the muscles come from? Actually, I could almost understand changing into a werewolf in real life; it's the changing back that makes no sense. I get bone growth and all of that because that can actually happen with real people. Just, you know, way way more slowly. What I can't see is how the wolf's jaw goes away. How does it know to put everything back just the way it was? Where do the bones and muscles and fur and tendons and skin and everything go? Tyler is coming back. Now that I've smelled him again earlier, his scent is remarkably easy to track and I pick him out of the background smells two minutes before he knocks politely on the door. My voice (Elaine says it's a really sexy husky female voice and that I should be a phone sex operator) sounds too abrupt in the relative silence when I tell him to come in. The man moves the door to the side and sidles past it. His eyes lock on to my body and then immediately look away. "S... sorry," he tells me. I can almost hear the whimper in his voice. I think it's gotten worse since he's met me. "I'm naked. You're a guy. I'd think there was something wrong with you if you didn't look." I stand and look at him in the corner of my eye. Sure enough, he sneaks a couple more glances my way and my nose tells me he's very interested in what he sees. I'm surprised he's not exploding with all the hormones he's putting out. "But, I suppose if I want you to focus at all, I should get dressed." "I mean no disrespect but you are beautiful. I haven't seen a female werewolf since I left my parent's house and, maybe I don't remember right or maybe it's because you're an Alpha but I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He's still not exactly looking at me. Not exactly. "Huh," I tell him. I hope I'm hiding how pleased I am by the compliment but, he's a werewolf too so I doubt it. "There's lots of pretty girls around. I've seen them. Hey. Speaking of which - if you fuck a girl does she automatically change? Always?" "No. It's, umm, it's different than that. It's kind of easy for an Alpha to change a normal and way harder for anyone else. You have to be in your wolf form and basically murdering the person to have it work. Nobody's quite figured out how to make it work perfectly each time because most of us don't go around killin' people. Those that do get chased down by other pacts. Not many people believe we exist and we want to keep it that way. Fastest way to get us found out is by killin' people. And then it doesn't always go right. It doesn't take for some people." I look at him curiously. "What do you mean, it doesn't take?" "They die. They might start changing but they're either not strong enough or maybe not right for it and they just die." Tyler swallows. "Sometimes it can even happen to kids born to werewolves. My brother died like that. The hormones or whatever the fuck finally came in, like puberty or whatever, and his body couldn't take it. He was just seven. Good kid. Way smarter than me." I don't need to smell his pain to know how bad it is when he looks away to the corner. "I miss that little jerk a lot." I never know what to say when people do that. What are you supposed to say? Usually I just go with "I'm sorry" because I don't know what else to do. That doesn't sound right here so I just nod and head to the bedroom. Stephen is clothed and sitting in the corner with Elaine on his lap. She has her eyes closed and the corner of her mouth is turned up in a slight smile. She's leaning back against Stephen with her head on his collarbone. He's humming a simple tune over and over while running his fingers through her hair. I can't help but smile at the view. Smile and, yet, feel a slight pain. Despite everything, I am an outsider. I aggressively inserted myself into the lives of these two amazing people like I was the most important thing in their world. It is my house and my room and they're my lovers (possibly more) but I feel like I'm intruding on a very, very personal moment. As quickly and quietly as I can, I grab some slacks and a blouse and panties and leave. Now I feel a bit depressed. Just a bit but it's certainly there and it takes effort to ignore the unhappy thoughts. So, I try concentrating on what lies ahead. What I have to do is make sure all involved come out in one piece and with all their pieces still attached. Because I'm the Alpha and that's apparently what Alphas do with all their muscles and werewolf-y-ness. And, no, the urge to pee and the slight ache in the lower part of my belly is just because my bladder is full and not at all because I'm slightly terrified of failing everyone. It's just that I remember what it felt like to go up against an actual werewolf and I almost died. The memory is still fairly fresh and still makes me want to throw up a little bit. I'm not like Stephen or Elaine; I don't go feral and crazy. I'm still mentally in control and my brain seems like a liability in that case. I pull on the panties and slacks, ignoring the way my boobies jiggle and shake as I almost crash into the wall while off-balance. The blouse simply slips over my head and takes a few tugs to make it fit my curves just right. The door to the bedroom creaks open and it's a testament to how worried I am that I didn't hear Stephen moving around. He's standing at the doorway with the door cracked. "Can we talk to you for a moment?" He asks. "Yeah," I tell him. Is it Hannah that's make me see him as attractive? Is it only her biology or thoughts or whatever making me see Stephen as desirable? As a man I'd have been able to look at him and say "Yeah, he's handsome" and that'd be that. I don't think it's the bond created from me changing them and it's probably not because his dick feels amazing inside of me. Probably not. Maybe. Sometimes I wonder if women think about sex as much as I do. Another note to ask Elaine. Elaine is sitting on the bed in a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt that says "Keep Calm and Smile On" because, of course she is. Below the words is the fading smile of the Cheshire Cat. It's such her kind of shirt. Stephen is also in jeans but his shirt is a simple black Polo shirt. Someday I'd like to get him to dress in a Hawaiian shirt just to see if he melts. Or cracks. Stephen sits on the bed next to Elaine but neither of them offer me a spot so I stand. That hurts a little, too. I'm apparently in a touchy mood right now. Possibly oversensitive. "So," I start. "What's up?" Stephen glances at Elaine and then me. "We were wondering: when this is all over, would you move in with us?" Now that takes me completely by surprise. I expected them to tell me they changed their minds or they hated me or I was a pain in the ass or anything other than that. "Wha- are you sure? Are you sure you want me to?" Stephen answers again while Elaine just watches me. "Yes, we're sure. We've talked some together here and there and your place is too small. No offense. And, why have two places separately when it's cheaper and easier to have one? Otherwise, we'd always be coming here or you'd always be coming to our place and it'd just be a waste. I'd have waited to ask but Elaine thought it was important to know now. If you wanted to stay with us, that is." Elaine's face is still not changing. They have to know I'll say yes without even being able to feel my sudden surge of happiness. "I... I'd love to do that. I'd love to move in with you both. If you don't think I'd be in the way or anything." Elaine's face twitches and she sputters "In... In the..." Stephen's hand rests on her leg and she stops. "I really doubt you'd be in the way. I'll want to talk, well, not rules but just talk things out when it happens. Relationship stuff, you know? And how it'll all work and all of that. We've had lovers but never anyone that actually stayed with us. So there'll be bumps and mistakes and everything but we'd like you there with us. We'd," Stephen coughs a little and his eyes shift. "We'd like that a lot, actually." Fuck it. I hug the fucker. I just go to him and awkwardly wrap my arms around him with my head against his. I feel Elaine shift around between us and then she's joining in with her small arms. "Thank you," I tell them. "When this is all over. I have a couple months left on my lease but I don't mind paying extra for a while if I get more chances to see you two. If you're really sure and you're not just being pushed into doing this. Because, if that's the case then I'd rather we didn't. I don't want that thought bothering me with everything else." Stephen and Elaine share a glance before looking back to me. Stephen speaks again. "Hear me out before you say anything, okay? Part of it is. Part of it is because of the pull we feel towards you. The bond that crazy guy was talking about. We can't do anything about it and it's impossible to ignore. But, and this is the important part, we think you're worth it. We're both incredibly attracted to you and, well, we've had a few casual relationships with women before and we enjoyed them. Mostly. Most of them. Not the crazy ones. But, we've always felt like something was missing. Casual stuff is fine but it just lacks in passion. We've grown to enjoy having someone else with us and you make us feel happy and safe. We'd love to have you with us. And to see where it goes." The thought of the bond playing any kind of role hurts more than I want it to but he sounds sincere otherwise. I feel... fulfilled with them around. Elaine is hilarious and adorable and playful and brings out a kind of happiness that I'd never felt. Stephen is solid and serene and wise. He's seen a lot and has a ton of life experience and I feel like he could help me grow into a better person. I'll be honest with myself. I want to be where Elaine was earlier. I want him to wrap his arms around me and hold me tight. I'm wound up and nervous and scared and mentally exhausted and, Alpha or not, I want his arms around me. Calming me. Centering me. So, yes. Yes, I could see myself living happily with them. Growing and changing and learning and loving. I hug Stephen tighter and then give him a quick kiss. He's still not used to it and I feel a blush come from how easy it was for me. Easy yet different. I see him less as "another" man and more as a beautiful person that I'm very attracted to. And then I break away and crush Elaine against me. She's small and strong and smells amazing. I let her go when I hear a whispered "I can't breathe" from her and I stand and look away from both with tears at the corner of my eyes. I'd like to think that it's the new body that is making me more emotional but perhaps it's just the situation. I've never really felt as close to anyone as I do with these two. I clear my throat and study the door away from them. "So, uhh, we should go then. I'll just wait outside." Stephen calls to me before I leave. "Hey. One other thing. This stuff that's about to happen. It's all on us. You're not making us come. I know how it feels sometimes. Like you're responsible for everything and it's all on your shoulders. As a lawyer, I certainly know the feeling. But, I'm coming because there's no way in hell I let some maniac kill another kid and, well, Elaine..." "I'm coming," Elaine says. "Because I couldn't live with myself if Stephen or you got hurt. And I saved you once even if I can't really remember it. I'll do it again if I have to. Because you're both mine." Layers Ch. 10 I look back at them now. Both of them are watching me so seriously. "And," I tell them. "There's no way in Hell that I'll let anything happen to either of you. It's four against two and I'm supposedly a badass. We'll swoop in, save the girl and rid the world of one terrible person and then see if we can do something about this James fella." I grin at both of them and tuck a loose piece of hair behind my right ear. "Now, let's go, yeah?" They follow me out and we all step into my small living room. Tyler is still sitting but he stands when we gather. "How far away is it, Tyler?" I ask. "About 8 miles. Can," he pauses and looks down. "I'm sorry, I heard you all talking inside. Can you really try to save James? He's a piece of shit but he's my piece of shit friend and I think he's just fucked up right now. We never had nobody we could talk to about things." "Hey," I say. "I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't even want to hurt this Scott guy. At all. I'd love to smack some sense into your friend, grab the girl and then run before Scott shows up. I just don't think he'll stop until we deal with him. And, you're right, this isn't any business of the cops. He'd probably just murder them. Or get caught somehow and change in front of them. So, we'll go and see what we can do. I'll drive. Tyler, you sit in front and navigate." As I'm pulling away from my poor broken front door, I decide I need a new car. It just feels cramped and old and embarrassing with all of these people in it. Especially Stephen and Elaine. I spend five minutes just apologizing for how dirty the car is and how I've never had anyone sit in the back seat and, should I push my seat forward? Is everyone okay back there? Elaine, sitting behind me, finally just pats my shoulder and I stop talking. Of course I'm not nervous. No, fuck it. I'm terrified. Okay. Elaine and Stephen don't seem to have problems changing and this Tyler guy was born a werewolf. It's second nature to him. But, me? What if it doesn't work and that's the difference between everyone surviving? I don't want to fail. I couldn't handle anyone being seriously hurt because of me. I'd never be able to live with myself. And then what if I change but I'm still mostly me? The me that's never been in a real fight? What if I'm slow and awkward? Now I have to pee. Well, it feels like I have to pee and my heart is slowly ticking faster and faster. Great. Sweating, too. I can even feel it under my boobs a bit. Ew. The miles melt away as we pull into the older industrial part of town. We're close to the river and surrounded by mostly abandoned warehouses and old refineries. When the town was founded, this was the heart of it. But, new technologies and changing commerce slowly moved all the big businesses away. The city has plans for renovating the area to bring in new business. Fifteen year old plans that have yet to have any bites. The city just moved on. Now the buildings rot and rust without anyone to take care of them. And it smells bad. Very bad. Chemicals and mold and rust and dead things. I don't want to be here. Do I have to pee? Like, actually pee? Or is that because I'm nervous? I can't figure out what my bladder is doing exactly. I probably don't have to pee. Probably. Tyler points left and right and I slow down as we get closer. I dodge piles of broken glass while weaving around gigantic potholes left behind by semi-trucks and other heavy equipment moving on the road. My eyesight is a hundred times better than when I was just a man but I can still only mostly see shadows through the broken windows of the buildings around us. "Here. Right here," Tyler says. "Don't park too close or James'll hear us." No. It's too soon. And maybe I do have to pee. Fuck. It can't be that. My stomach is sour and knotted and I'm sure it's just stress and worry. I pull into the parking lot of a massive abandoned warehouse and then park as far away from the entrance as possible. The company name is gone except for the faded letters "NESC" still showing in faint white paint. Two street lamps flicker and hum at opposite corners of the parking lot. I step out of the car and wrinkle my nose against the stench in the heavy, still air. To the east I can see the proper city. Far to the east and lit with the warm glow of a thousand lights and people going about their normal, happy business. Grass and tall weeds grow between cracks in the parking lot around us. "Ew," Elaine says, the disgust evident her tone of voice. "It smells really bad out here. Super bad." "You get used to it," Tyler tells us. "Come on. And leave all your keys and wallet and stuff. If we have to fight, you don't want to lose any of your shit. Especially if we have to run for it suddenly." That makes sense and is something else I wouldn't have considered. So, contrary to everything I've ever been taught, I leave my keys and things on the driver's seat and then leave the door unlocked. Can a werewolf outrun an old car if they go full speed? I hope to never find out. I start walking towards the building and the other three fan out behind me. Their trust is both empowering and scary at the same time. I guess if this were a MMORPG, I'd be the tank? Big bad Alpha on his... her way. The closer I get to the double door entry, the more I think I hear something. A voice. A female voice. In pain and saying something. I look at Tyler but he just looks back at me. I don't think he can hear it. And then, the doors are in front of me. Definitely a female voice. Young. Repeating herself. Something short over and over. Do I rush in? Do I go quietly? They're waiting on me, dammit. I opt for quiet and gently press the bar for the door and wince as it quietly squeaks. A few weak lights swing on long cables and my eyes strain to make out all the details at once. There. There's the girl. Standing with her back against a concrete wall. Still alive. Oh. Oh shit. There are two of them. Two werewolves. This massive looking werewolf is standing in front of the young girl, growling with his lips pulled back to show his teeth. A much smaller werewolf stands far to the side. Something in me knows that the larger one is Scott. Some sudden ache in my heart makes me groan quietly at the red and black werewolf. I need to- Before I can do anything else, Scott lashes out with a massive paw and the girl's dress is in tatters. Blood spatters the wall to her side and I can see her body through the large tears. Her bra hangs from her left shoulder and there's a large cut in her stomach and the right side of her right breast. She's developed enough that I'm not sure she's as young as I initially thought. Maybe even 18 or 19. The girl collapses to her knees with her arms around her stomach. Blood wells around her thin arms and falls to the ground around her. With no hesitation, Scott grabs the girl's pony tail and pulls her head back. His cock is bare and out of his sheath. The smooth pink skin of the shaft and head nearly glisten in the light. With his free hand, he holds a large paw just beneath the knot at the base of his penis. The girl's eyes are wild as the werewolf presses his cock against her lips. When she refuses to open her mouth, he roars and throws her to the ground. She falls to her hands and knees and Scott's claws rip open the back of her dress and then he simply tears it completely off of her. I see bleeding claw marks all over her back. Her panties are expertly ripped and now she's completely naked, torn clothing on the ground around her, soaking in her blood. Scott goes to his hands and feet above her. He's easily four or five times her size and his massive cock looks ridiculous as it lays against her bare ass. She tries to scuttle away from him but his right hand pins her and pushes her neck down. He pulls back and his dick follows until it's pressing against her opening. Stephen is on the move, followed a half-second later by Elaine. I shake myself out of the trance I'm in and start running. The warehouse is huge and there's no time. Scott fairly splits the poor girl open and she shrieks as he enters her. His thick cock spreads her pussy lips open and he howls in triumph before clamping his teeth down on her shoulder. We're less than half-way there now and I can smell her blood and Scott and James' excitement in the air. Scott stands, pulling the girl with him. His right arm is holding her to his furry chest while his left cradles her under her left leg. His left hand grips her right thigh as he holds her in place. He pulls out of her and I see blood around his cock. The girl is just opening and closing her mouth from the pain. I pray she passes out. Elaine is in the lead. Far in the lead. She's human but she goes to her hands and feet and then back to her feet as she runs. Her red hair streams behind her and I watch the tops of her ears grow into points and then continue growing out. Light red fur spreads from her hair and down the side of her face and then her neck, disappearing under her t-shirt. Her right shoe splits at both sides and I see thick black claws tipping each toe. A small clacking-crunching sound rings out each time her nails strike the concrete ground. A thin line of fur runs out from the short sleeves of her t-shirt and down her forearms. Veins stand out on her arms as her muscles expand. Skin darkens under her fingers and on the palms of her hands until thick black padding covers her developing paws. Fingernails splinter and are pushed aside by deadly claws as she falls to her hands and feet for the last time. Her face is completely covered in fur now and a line of drool flies behind her as her teeth grow into a lengthening muzzle. Her cute little nose turns black as the skin changes to a pebbled texture and then flattens as her face pushes out. Black lips pull back over a row of flesh-rending teeth no longer made for anything except killing. I watch as her nipples harden and then press against her shirt, growing breasts flattening as the fabric stretches. Three more rows of nipples grow down a line and then expand. The last set of nipples become exposed as her chest expands. Small red hairs push through her sweaty belly between her breasts and the smaller set of tits grow to a-cup size. Patches of sweat cover the red fabric of the back of her shirt. I can see the bones of her spine pressing against the shirt as muscles shift beneath her skin. A small tear in the neckline soon rips straight down the middle of her back and front just as red hairs fairly explode all along her spine and shoulders, covering her back in a soft coat of red fur. Her larger upper breasts swing free as she bounds towards Scott. The fur along Elaine's back races up to her shoulders and then around her front, enveloping all four sets of breasts until just her nipples and the curve of her breasts are showing. Her growing back muscles bunch and release as she digs her claws into the ground to run. A small popping sound signals the growth of her tail. A furry stub pushes out of the top of her pants and then continues growing, flicking and wagging as it does. Small rips along the sweat-soaked legs of Elaine's jeans expose more red fur and sleek muscle. I can see the strain in the seat of her pants as her hips and ass grow out to accommodate her new legs and tail. Finally, the top of her jeans tear and push apart. Her long, furry tail is high and proud above her strong, wide hips. The tuft of fur around her crotch nearly hide her now black pussy lips. Shreds of her clothes still cling to her thighs and calves as she runs even faster. She's growling through her full muzzle. Death is in her eyes. The girl in Scott's arms is shaking in his grasp. I can smell her pussy at this distance and she's soaking wet despite herself. Her nipples are hard and she's actually reaching back to grab at Scott. I don't think she's mentally all there right now and when she braces her feet against the back of his tree-trunk like legs, I become sure of it. God dammit. I can smell her scent subtly changing. Becoming wolf-like. Her blond pubic hair is thickening, growing down to her inner thighs. The girl's pink small pussy lips darken and then turn completely black as she grunts and pulls herself down harder onto Scott's cock. Her pussy completely disappears behind a tuft of new fur and then the fur grows up and around her belly button. Small dark circles appear just above her belly button and then push out into two hard little nipples. Two more grow above those and then two more above those. The girl's modest breasts are becoming engorged and she twists on Scott's cock as they grow. Fur pushes up her belly and between the new rows of tits growing on her stomach. Fangs draw blood on the girl's lips when they grow out and cut into her. The red smeared lipstick covering her lips nearly fades to nothing as the girl's nose and lips turn black, signaling the start to her muzzle. Stephen is ripping through his clothes, changing faster than Elaine. His shirt is already gone and his hairless muzzle is dripping blood as canine teeth push aside his human teeth. His chest hair vanishes beneath a carpet of fur that circles around to his back and then down to his pants. Stephen's forearms triple in size before they become completely covered in fur. The thick black padding on the palms of his hands are already in place and claws tear through fingernails, anchoring themselves to the new, stronger bones of his hands. He growls and nearly stumbles when his tailbone cracks and expands, nerves that didn't exist before attaching to his werewolf's tail as it grows. I'm falling behind. Even Tyler is changing and just ahead of me. I can feel the wolf at the back of my mind, growling and raging and wanting out. I can feel her roaring anger. I can almost physically feel her straining against the chains holding her in place. What do I do? What am I supposed to do? How do I just make it happen? How do I make the wolf just take over and do her thing? Oh. The wolf. The wolf is me. She's not a separate thing. It's not Hannah. It's me. It's part of me. That's what was different earlier. That's why something felt different. I don't push now. I relax. I relax this stupid control I've tried to have. This control that says "I am a man. This is not my body. These are not my urges. This is because of Hannah. This is because of the woman's body. This is not me. This is not my fault." It is me. All of this is me. I accept it. I accept that I think Stephen is amazing and hot because he IS amazing and fucking attractive as hell. Not because I'm riding in a woman's body. I desire him because of what he means to me. Not because of phantom hormones from a dead woman. It's a part of who I am now. It's me. And the wolf? The wolf is my raw personality, stripped of any niceties or societal influences. She is the primal me. She is me and I let her all the way in. I feel the heat spreading through my body now. We're over halfway to Scott and he finally sees us. I read the fury in his face a moment before he sees me and confusion hits him. Confusion and... terror? I see all of this before a pain in my skull makes me grunt and look away. I see my nose and feel the pain in my jaw as my face cracks and moves. My hearing goes temporarily before the heat turns into a burning sensation on my scalp. When my hearing come back, everything becomes louder, more defined. I taste blood as new teeth cut my tongue to ribbons. I spit and some teeth go with the bloody globs that fly out of my mouth. I can't... two feet is weird. Going on two legs is weird. I go to my hands and feet and that doesn't feel right, either. The concrete is hard against my hands and they're too short. Too short until the heat spreads to my legs and I feel the thin material of my pants split. Cool air surrounds my sweating skin. My ankles crack and I feel joints popping in my feet. My poor shoes, so simple and small, explode around my feet. Claws cut into concrete when my feet touch the ground again. My lengthening feet pull my pinkie toe back as my legs reshape into something more suited to running on all fours. More tears around my pants as my thigh muscles feel like they double in size. I'm suddenly ahead of Stephen and Tyler and two body lengths behind Elaine. I stumble briefly when my hips break and heal. The only way I know my pants are nearly all the way gone is because I feel cool air on my pussy and legs and it feels amazing. I'm burning hot enough to melt. I want to stop and tear my shirt off but I know I can't stop. We have to get to Scott before he kills the girl. My shoulders itch badly and I almost stumble again when my shirt rips down the back. I feel the hairs growing along my spine and neck. I feel the cool air swaying through hairs that didn't exist a moment ago. My tongue lolls out of my mouth and I wrap it around my muzzle to lick the drool and blood off of my lips. I feel pinches down my stomach and I know my other nipples - the wolf's nipples are growing in. Skin bunching and puckering as the tiny nipples grow fat and then push out as tiny breasts grow around them. My own heavy breasts are growing and it kind of hurts because of the way they're just flopping around freely without my shirt holding them in place. I don't even know how large they are now; I just feel the itchy and painful and, yet, pleasurable feeling of being naked and free and running as fast as I can. The cool air on my pussy lips stops when the fur creeps down my stomach and around my crotch and thighs. I feel the claws of my hands and feet actually cut into the concrete and I want to laugh and growl and roar at the same time. And then I do growl when my tail pushes out. It's not a comfortable feeling. My center of balance is suddenly thrown off as the stub grows into a puppy's tail and then the tail twitches to the left and hard to the right and I'm suddenly straight again. I feel like I could dance on the head of a pin with my wolf's tail providing counterbalance to my movements. I'm fast as hell but I still can't quite reach Elaine. I look up to see the girl on her knees in front of Scott. She's got one of her hands on the man's ass and her other hand wrapped around his massive cock. Her long wolf's tongue is eagerly lapping at the man's thickness, cleaning off both blood and cum. I can see thick ropy white cum oozing out of her pussy, tangling in her fur and leaking onto the ground. She takes his head in his mouth and her tail nearly thumps at the ground as she pulls her hand off of his ass to play with her clit through the fur. Elaine leaps for Scott and the werewolf shoves the young wolf girl away, hard. Her head slams into the concrete and she collapses in a heap. Scott roars, crouching. Ready. And then James slams into Elaine's side and they both go tumbling. I saw his jaws close around Elaine's stomach when he hit and, for a moment I'm terrified that she's badly hurt. For a moment. Because now it's my turn. Scott is directly ahead of me. I jump at the same time he does. He looked huge before but, now... now he doesn't look quite so scary. Not quite. Except his mouth looks like a shark's open maw and his claws are like daggers. He hits me first and I feel the air slam out of me. There's a burn in my side where his claws have sunk into me. Unlike my non-fight with James and Tyler, I see Scott's free hand coming around to hit my face. My muzzle. Whatever. I reach for his wrist and I'm somehow fast enough to grab it. My other hand goes for his throat but I end up hitting him in the jaw. I can feel Scott's engorged, sticky cock pressing against the soft, short fur of my belly. He's huge and still hard and still dripping with cum. I bet Hannah enjoyed the hell out of sex with him and that monstrous penis. And then, the thought is wiped when we both slam into the ground. It. Hurts. Concrete against fur and skin and it almost feels like I jammed my tail. A sudden yelp escapes my lips. Instincts take over and I flip Scott over as we roll. In the corner of my eye I see Stephen hit the wall near the girl as he tries to turn to follow Elaine and James. I guess the feral wolves aren't exactly graceful either. His tail flicks and he pushes himself off the wall and the floor and then is gone in a blur. Layers Ch. 10 Scott's jaws snap at my face and I swipe at him before realizing he still has his claws in my side. I'm reminded of this when he drags them down my side and against my hips. Blood gushes out of me and the pain is intense enough that I'm howling in pain. I accidentally let his other hand go and am rewarded by Scott nearly taking my left tit off of me. The large one on the top. He misses my nipple by barely an inch. I grab the hand that's stuck in my hip and I feel him flex hard against my grip. I try to grab his other hand but he's too fast for me so I grab his throat. The rough padding on the palm of my hand doesn't let me feel much of his skin but it's there and I can feel the muscles in his throat and hand tensing and moving as he twists. And his cock is still hard. I will never, ever admit this but my pussy is right on top of his dick and it's pressed between my lips. And it feels hot and fucking good because we're moving around and I'm basically grinding on this baseball bat sized dick. And the funny thing is? I'm fucking turned on more than I've ever been. I feel the wolf loving this. The struggle. The fight. I feel the sudden relaxing of muscles inside of me and now my pussy's drooling at the thought of this psychopath's cock. I wonder how full I'd be if he shoved it hard into me. The wolf is practically panting for it. She paradoxically wants to take him and ride him hard but also wants to be forced into submission with her (mine) ass raised in the air and mounted. It's the fight and the she-wolf and the smell of sex and wolves and blood and I'm so riled up that it's... it's...hard... think... Getting... hard... to... I roar and feel a sudden immense strength flood into me. Adrenaline or some werewolf thing is feeding my muscles and I feel something crack inside of Scott's wrist. His free hand is on my forearm and he's frantically trying to get me off of his throat. I feel heat and anger and raw sexuality and I want to rut and fuck and fight and kill. Mate. I want to mate. I want my mates. Mates? I see Elaine holding her side and stumbling. Trying to get up and falling again. She has a very, very bad wound on her stomach and I see something glistening through her paw. Something purple and fat like a sausage. The fur around her muzzle is covered in blood and James has a large patch of skin and fur missing from his upper left arm. I can see a broken bone through the thick muscle of the werewolf's arm and blood is spurting out of the wound. Elaine sits hard on the ground then rolls over to her side, holding her stomach. Her legs are kicking out over and over and she's snapping at the air in pain. It's hard to tell expressions with a wolf's muzzle but James looks almost as if he's gloating as he stands over Elaine. I almost feel sorry for him when Stephen barrels into him. Almost. Now I just feel sorry for Tyler. James possibly had a chance before. Before he hurt Elaine. Now... now I think he has nothing. Stephen is larger, faster and stronger than James. So much so that it's almost comical. James is struggling with his one good arm to strike at Stephen but Stephen just snatches the man's hand mid-strike and pins it. And then, good calm Stephen clamps his muzzle on James's shoulder and bites. Hard. I hear the bones break and Stephen is still biting. James' howling is cut off when Stephen grab's the werewolf's throat and nearly crushes it. James is kicking and trying to toss Stephen off of him but Stephen is still worrying at the man's shoulder. Blood is covering both men and Stephen's entire head and chest is shockingly red. Stephen's ears twitch back as he gives a final pull back with his jaws. James' arm comes away from his body and the wolf beneath Stephen is trying to scream in pain through the iron grip Stephen has around his throat. Stephen pulls his head back into a triumphant howl before bending forward to tear a bloody hole out of James' throat. I watch Stephen eat a chunk of the man's throat before I turn to look for Tyler. Tyler is standing over the young girl's prone body. She's shivering again and half-human. Her body is covered in bruises and blood and she's bleeding from her half-muzzle. With every tremor, another wad of Scott's cum leaks out of her now bare pussy. She's pulling herself into a fetal position as she moans and twists. Patches of fur cover her body down to her still wolf-like feet. Her pussy lips are still the jet black of the wolf's pussy. Stephen is now holding Elaine in his lap. The gesture is incongruous with the werewolf's form. From the little I can see, Elaine is not moving. I feel my grip on Scott's throat lessen and I'm pulled back suddenly into my own fight. I look down at this man. This wolf. The cause of all of this. Elaine... I feel sympathy for the young girl but my mate... my mate... Tendons stand out in my arm as I renew my grip. I think I feel his other hand break but I'm concentrating on his face and his throat. Closing. Closing my grip. His eyes are reddening. He takes a huge gulp of air and then I find just the right angle to close off his airways. His free arm is clawing at me now. It hurts but not as much as the visual of Elaine hurts. Not as much as the thought of Elaine dying hurts. There's a small 'crick' sound deep within Scott's throat and he's suddenly panicking. Panicking and gasping. I let his broken wrist go and claw down his chest, tearing through one of his nipples as I cut him open. His back arches and he tries to twist his body to throw me off. I claw at his stomach hard, digging deep within him. There's some resistance but my claws are sharp and I'm stronger than he is. The inside of his belly is slippery with blood and organs. The smell is oddly appealing. All I see now is red. Red and blood and Elaine lying on her side, unmoving. I don't even realize I have my muzzle in Scott's belly until I taste flesh and copper on my tongue. I don't stop. The she-wolf is howling inside of me. Pushing me. Feasting on Scott. I feel his still engorged cock against my muzzle as I tear into his intestines, biting and clawing and swallowing flesh. Elaine on her side. Red. Pain. Blood. I dig my claws in and pull as hard as I can. Scott's chest cracks open and I shove my muzzle deep into his chest. His heart still beats as I bite into it. I pull as I bite and it comes free of his chest. I sit back on my haunches, tail limp and bloody on the ground. My tits are covered in blood and my pussy is burning with the desire to fuck something. I am rage. Raw rage and aggression and heat. I swallow Scott's entire fucking heart as he dies beneath me. I smell my mate. I smell him. I want him. I will take him. I will take his knot into my swollen pussy and ride his cock until I'm screaming from orgasm. I will... I will... Elaine. Elaine is there. She... she's hurt. Elaine... my mate... my mate is hurt. She... No. I'm me. I'm me. I stand and nearly fall over. It's difficult to think. The wolf is still there and she's a whirlwind of emotions. I push and push until I can think straight. Tyler is holding the completely human girl in the corner. He's still a wolf but she's not awake to see it. Stephen is holding Elaine and watching me. I see him in there. In his eyes. The calm, brilliant golden eyes. Watching me. Wondering what I will do. And then I see Elaine's chest move. She's breathing. She's fucking breathing. Her hand falls away from her stomach and it is whole again. Bloody but healed. I want to cry but I can't. The wolf won't let me. We fucking did it. Scott is dead and the girl is still alive. James... I couldn't help him. Not after what he did to Elaine. If Stephen hadn't killed him, I'm sure I would have. The anger was too great. I will deal with Tyler when I can. But, for now, we fucking did it. I stand, tail down and back and look around me. I feel my wounds itching as they heal. The brown fur covering me is matted with blood and I can still taste Scott's heart on my tongue. I'm still riled up. I take a step towards Elaine and Stephen and it is that step that saves my life. Scott and James's bodies burn into sudden nothingness, leaving behind a whiff of sulfur. Glowing red circles suddenly surround Stephen and Elaine and Tyler and the girl. I'm stepping out of the circle as it appears beneath me and I yelp in pain as it turns black and vanishes. "Well," a voice rings out from the corner of the warehouse. "Well, well, well." Thomas steps into the room and even in the dim lights of the warehouse I see a faint black cloud of death surrounding him. He's missing an eye now and I can't see into the hole where his eye socket should be. "That was a mistake. Yes. A lucky mistake for you. Yes." I can't talk as a werewolf. I could change back but I would be horribly vulnerable. Human and woozy from the change back. So I hunch slightly, ready to charge. Thomas laughs. "Hah! No, you don't want to do that. No. Not while I have the rest of them. Not while I have your pack. No. So, a lucky mistake but this still works. I still have you, don't I? A cage not of the demonic sense but of the moral and humanistic sense. Yes. Far better. Far more fun." Stephen strikes out and then pulls his hand back in a growl. The fur on his paw is singed black where he struck the invisible walls of the circle. "Struggle all you like, young dog. Death magic, even though they were already dead, is the strongest. Not even a wolf such as you can break out of that. You'll starve before the hellfire powering that prison fades. Now," Thomas turns back to me. "Now we get down to business. I hoped you would die in the attack. That would make this all so much easier for me. So much easier. I could perform the same surgery and, viola! I could look for a more willing subject. So much easier. But did you make it easy for poor Thomas? No. No, you didn't. And now look." It would take me five seconds to reach the strange man. Five seconds. An eternity. He would probably just close the circles or do something to kill everyone. Too long. "So, here is the deal. Surrender the skin to me. Surrender it to me and I'll take it and leave and you'll all be free to go. You may even survive. In fact, perhaps this makes it easier for me after all. Alive, I can simply break the lock on the skin. Dead, I have to cut it off and inscribe it again. So, so, so. Maybe this is better after all. Well?" I growl at the man. Now I wish I could talk. Now I wish I could argue and barter. "I assume you know what will happen if you say no? Your pack will die, Alpha. And then you can see if you're fast enough to kill me before I leave. Perhaps you are. Regardless, your pack will die first. All I'm asking is for the skin. That's all I want and you have my word of honor that I will let them go. My personal word. Just kneel and let me bind you." Give it up? Just like that? Give all of this up? Go back to being me? A male? A human? Hannah gave all of this to me. If I let him take it back... even if I do live... then what? What then? Go back to being normal? Give up this life and go back to that? I can't. I can't do it. I can't. I've never lived such a full life like this. The feelings, the sensations, the raw power and sensuality... all of it would be gone. I'd be less. So much less. I could... if I fight, Stephen and Elaine die but they're just feral werewolves. Not even human. They wouldn't feel a thing. I wouldn't have to be guilty because they're just wolves. Not human. And Tyler? I don't even know him. Or the girl. Hell, the girl will probably die from the strain anyway. They all die and I walk away. I might even kill Thomas and then I'd be completely free. Completely free to run and start over. I can't just give this up. I can't just go back to being plain. Stephen is still watching me. Unmoving. His eyes are steady on mine. He knows. Even feral as he is, he knows what I'm thinking. He knows what I'm struggling with. So, why? Why isn't he raging? Why isn't he howling at me to give it up? Why is he just fucking staring at me with those fucking eyes of his? Why doesn't he just give into his fucking rage so I can try to kill this fucking asshole and only remember the feral side of him? Why does he have to be so fucking calm even now? If I didn't know any better, I'd say his eyes were understanding. Why? Why won't he tell me what to do? Oh god. Oh god. I don't want to die. I don't want to lose this incredible piece of me. I can't. I can't do this. Nobody would ever have to know. Nobody... Oh god. I kneel and look down at my knees. My beautiful fur is tangled so badly with sweat and blood. I gently stroke through the fur on my legs, untangling what I can. I feel my tail against my ass. I feel the way my pussy pulses from the need I felt earlier. I close my eyes to let this memory last as long as possible. In the distance, I hear Thomas cackling and then cursing followed by the sharp scent of blood. Tainted blood, it smells like. I hear a sudden hum all around me and I know I'm caught. Thomas shuffles over to me and, when he stops, I open my eyes and look up at him. He steps back sharply and then titters to himself. "Oh gosh. Yes, caught. Hah. Scared me for a second. But, what beautiful golden eyes. Hannah was always so beautiful and strong and proud and it looks like she still is. Worry not, I'll keep my promise. As soon as I break the lock on her skin and leave, I will break their circles. They'll be free. I promise. I just won't promise that you'll live through this. You might want to close your eyes." Strangely enough, his voice becomes almost gentle. "I'll be as quick as I can. Close your eyes, Hannah." I don't. I'm not Hannah. Thomas stares at me for a moment and then nods. He looks along my body as if trying to find the seams. He points at various spots and then makes a complicated gesture. His single eyes flashes with a moment of impossible pity and then he slams his right fist against his open left hand. Every single nerve in my body screams in agony. I've never felt anything like it. I've never felt such pain in my life. The world is screaming around me and all I see is red and every nerve in my body is a molten point of pain. And then, I feel nothing. The world flashes around me. I remember darkness. And cold. Growls and bumps. Somebody touching me. Screaming. Voices. Words. Pain. Through it all, pain. I'm talking. Feverish. I'm lying down. Now I'm in the corner of somebody's bedroom, rocking and crying and screaming and in pain. Lying down again. Covered in blankets filled with biting ants. Somebody over me. Light. Water. Pain. Speaking in tongues. Thomas in front of me, pity on his eyes, his fist in his palm. Pain. Thomas watching me. Watching. And then, he opens his fist and I open my eyes. I'm in bed. The sheets are soaked in sour sweat. It's not my bed and this is not my room. My whole body aches. I can't feel anything except the pain throughout my body. My lips and throat are dry and it feels like I've been crying. A small patch of sunlight shines through heavy curtains on the single window in the room. I twist and moan but stop moving when the pain comes back. Something moves and suddenly Elaine is in front of me. Her eyes are red and watery. She reaches to touch my head but then stops and pulls her hand back. "Are," she whispers. "Are you awake?" I try to answer but I can't so I just nod my head. My neck hurts. Everything hurts. "I'll get you some water and some more pills. You still need to rest. You need to sleep." I blink and she's there with pills and a glass of water. I try to tell her I must've fallen asleep but nothing comes out. She smiles tremulously and a single tear rolls down her cheek. "This will hurt," she tells me. "But you need to take the pill and sleep." She reaches behind my head and props me up. I gasp and try to lie back down but I'm weak and can't move. I nearly choke on the water and pill when she gives them to me. She lays my head gently back down and when I open my eyes again, there's no sun coming through the window. Time passes like this. I wake and Elaine is there to give me another pill. Over and over until, finally, I'm able to talk. "Elaine," I say. I cough and my stomach hurts enough that I wonder if I'm going to throw up. "What happened?" "No," she tells me. "You still need to sleep. Let it wait." "No. Tell me, Elaine. Tell me." I see the concern and indecision on her face. Her eyes are red and looks like she's been crying again. "We," she starts. "We feel your pain. Stephen and I feel it. Literally, we feel the pain of your suffering. It hurts so much. Tyler doesn't know why we can feel it. He's never heard of it happening. He's... He... We don't remember what happened that night. Stephen and I were changed still. Tyler can remember it. He said... He said Thomas showed up. He didn't know him but he described him. He says he trapped us all but not you. Not you." She stops to look at me again. "Please. Please, don't do this yet. Wait for another day." I shake my head and mouth 'no' at her. Elaine covers her eyes and swallows hard. "Tyler said Thomas made you give it back. Made you give Hannah back. You kneeled and Thomas did his magic and then left. And... you..." I know then. I move my hand under the covers and I can feel my manhood. The smooth, taut skin I had when I was a woman has been replaced with the hairy rough skin I have as a man. It feels like I lost weight from when I was a man so I've probably been here a while. I nod at Elaine again, too tired to cry about it right now. "Tyler says the skin... Hannah's skin... just fell off of you and you were there. Just you. In so much pain. I can remember part of that, even with the change. The pain of it. So much of it. It woke me up and I can remember some of it. Thomas left and we could move again. Tyler says Stephen picked you up and they almost got into a fight with what to do with you. Tyler changed back and we got into the car and drove you to our house. It's been a little over two weeks since then." Two weeks, I think. Two fucking weeks and I'm still in this much pain and still this weak. And a man again. I feel no wolf prowling in the back of my mind. I feel nothing. My sense of smell is nothing and I can barely hear a single bird chirping outside. "Stephen worked carefully with a friend on the force and they were able to pin the crimes - the one with the girls vanishing - on Scott. They're still looking for Scott but not so much anymore. The girl lived. She just turned nineteen and she's with Tyler right now. Oh, and Tyler is here. He doesn't want to leave until you're better. He's teaching the girl about the werewolf stuff. She's going to stay until she understands it better. I think they make a cute couple but Tyler refuses to do anything with her. Says it'd be taking advantage of her because she's confused right now. He's a good guy." Elaine is gently rubbing my arm through the blanket and it doesn't hurt very much. It's an odd counterpoint to how much she's rambling. "Are you," I ask and then stop to breathe. "Are you still a wolf?" Elaine bites her lower lip and looks away. She nods. "Am... am I?" She's still looking away but she closes her eyes and shakes her head. I can't cry about that yet, either. Tears are freely rolling down Elaine's face and her lips are trembling. "I'm," she stops and sobs a bit and presses the heel of her hands against her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. If we hadn't been there..." I shake my head and try to reach for her but my hands are under the blanket and I'm too tired to get them out. "No," I tell her. "No, don't. Don't feel... don't feel bad. Tired. Tired, Elaine." I don't remember falling asleep but I do. I spend the next month slowly working my way up to solid food. My joints still ache but I can stand and go to the bathroom by myself and I consider that a win. Stephen visits sometimes to talk but not as much as Elaine. I think they figure Elaine will be easier for me to relate to and is more cheerful for me. They're possibly right. Tyler stops in now and again to check on me and he's always awkward when he does it. He can't quite look at me and he tries to tell me what he's doing and how the girl is doing. Her name is Heather, apparently. It seems she's adapting surprisingly well to the wolf although there have been near misses and some very close calls, sexually. He says the feral stage for a turned werewolf can take a year or more sometimes. Layers Ch. 10 I often sit and cry. The loss of either things - being a woman or a werewolf would've been an enormous blow but, both of them together is crushing. Stephen has had the front door of my house repaired and has been paying for my rent. He also went to my work place as my "legal representative" and informed them of the terrible accident I was involved in that led to Scott's location. I'm somehow a minor hero because Stephen spun a tale to his cop friend that I saw Scott assaulting Heather. I guess I got out and tried to stop him and was beaten within an inch of my life. Heather backed up the story completely - even conveniently leading them to Scott's warehouse. The story goes that she woke up in the warehouse and escaped, making her way into town until Scott found her again. And then I found both of them. It's all very neat. I'm told my boss is holding my job for as long as I need. I still feel the pull of Stephen and Elaine. I still feel their pull as if I were their Alpha. And, they still feel my pull. After a month and a half in bed, I begged Elaine to have sex with me. Not because I wanted her but because I wanted to see if it would turn me back into a werewolf. Yes, I think she's beautiful but that's not what I wanted. I want the wolf back. I yelled at her when she said no. I thought of using the pull I still have in order to make her do it but I couldn't bring myself to go that far. The next day, she came back with a syringe full of her blood. Tyler said that if there was nearly a foolproof way of doing it, it was injecting pure, fresh werewolf blood. It didn't work. Stephen tried the next day and that didn't work, either. Even Tyler tried. Nothing worked. I felt nothing and they smelled nothing on me. Just a pure human. Tyler says he's never seen anything like it. He says I should've either changed or died trying by this point. He could see it failing with one try but not with three separate werewolves trying. Especially not a pure blood. I'm trying to get better so I can leave. I don't think I can handle being around them anymore. Not with who they are. Not still feeling that pull but still being just a man. Not with them having the life I wanted. I don't think I can do it. On a particularly bad night, Stephen visited. I hadn't left the room in three days and I ignored Elaine when she tried to talk to me. So, in walks Stephen and he sits and he just looks quietly at me. I can't look him in the eye. I can't. Not him. "I know, you know," he says. My heart skips several beats. "I remember that part of it. I remember hearing Thomas talking to you. Tyler says you just kneeled down and let it happen but I know what happened. I could smell what you were thinking. I could smell the emotions cycling through you. I know you hesitated." I feel the shame burning deep inside of me and I wondered if I would be well enough to just leave that night. "So why are you letting me stay here," I ask. "Why haven't you kicked my ass to the curb? If I had left, you all would've died." Stephen nods. "Yes, we would've. And I know how close you came to making that call. Look at me." "I can't," I tell him. "Look at me, goddamn you!" I have never heard that much anger in Stephen's voice. I have never heard him like that. Not Stephen. It shocks me enough that I look at him. Against my will. And then I can't seem to look away. "You had an amazing gift. You had something you always wanted and something you never even knew you wanted and it changed who you were. It made you better. It made you into something incredible. It made you rethink who you were. And, in one single moment when faced with a decision that would take all of that away, you wavered. You took it all in and looked at all the sides and you paused. Should I hate you for that? Should I hate you because you thought for one second that maybe you could just walk away and let us die? No. No, goddammit. I admire you more for it. Because you looked at it and you didn't just take the knee-jerk easy hero way out. You didn't just say 'Of course I'll give it up because I'm the good guy!' You're flawed and you're human and you still looked at your choices and decided to give it up. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" I shake my head, hypnotized by his passion. "You... you honestly weighed our lives against yours and you still gave yours up. You could've died and you still did it. Knowing that the best option you could have was to lose all of the wonderful gifts you were given and possibly live. That simply living would be the best case scenario. You..." Stephen's eyes are suddenly watering and red. "You kept your promise to me." I'm crying now. I can't help it. I'm balling in front of this man because I thought he would hate me. Because I thought I would lose them both. Because I thought I could do without them, that I could walk away in front of Thomas or I could walk away right now and that I would be okay without them. I can't. Now, hearing all of this, I can't walk away. I don't notice when Stephen wraps his arms around me. He's sitting behind me now with his arms around me. He's so warm. For a little while there, I'd forgotten what it was like to be cold and then, as a human, I was rudely reminded. But Stephen is so warm around me. Holding me and gently rocking me. So strong and warm. I'm shaking from trying to hold the tears in and it hurts my chest and stomach but, above all of that, I hear him starting a simple song. Humming gently to me. Slowly, the tears stop and I just let everything go and relax in his arms. His heartbeat is strong and steady behind me. His humming stops and his voice is a whisper. "Please," he tells me. "Please don't leave us now." I feel his hand on my cheek and I nuzzle against it and it feels right. Slowly, I turn in his lap and look at him. Those same eyes from that night. The same eyes just watching me, waiting to see which way I would go. Not giving me a hint of what he thinks I should do. My beautiful Stephen. Slowly, I lean forward and kiss him. Lightly, on the lips. As a man. No, as a person loving my mate. This is not a man in front of me. This is a soul that I have come to love. I feel no repulsion from him. I feel no hesitation or disgust. I just feel the scratch of his five o'clock shadow and his lips as they open for me. Stephen pulls back and runs his thumb along my chin. "I love you." The tears are threatening to come back so I lay my forehead against his chest and breathe in his smell as deeply as I can. When I'm calm again, I whisper the words back to him. "I love you, too." That night, Stephen and Elaine joined me in bed and it is the first night I slept without dreaming of red pain or Thomas. Over the next several months, we rediscover each other. Slowly. As mates. As a man, I never thought I would love the touch of another man but I find, unsurprisingly, that Stephen is exactly who he was when I was a woman. His touch still fills me with desire for him. I catch myself staring at his crotch quite a few times, remembering what it felt like in my mouth. Remember the taste of him. Remembering the way he would groan and hold me when I sucked on him. He still makes those noises. I was nervous the first time I touched his penis again. Even with the kisses we'd been sharing lately, I worried that I was crossing a line. I thought he wouldn't want it. But I could feel the need building in me now that I was healing. The ache deep in my balls that tells me how wound up I am. And so, one night with all three of us on the couch watching some random action movie, I put my hand on his thigh. When he didn't flinch, I slowly moved my hand to his pants and rubbed him lightly. He was hard in a minute and growling from my touch. I felt Elaine scoot away to the side but my thoughts were far away from her. Stephen... my mate... was here. And while I no longer had a pussy for him, I had other ways to please him and I ached for his touch. So, I rubbed him a little harder. When he didn't stop me, I reached my hands into his pants to touch his cock. I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten how warm it was. The head of his dick is quite pointed these days and, reaching down, it felt like he had a golf ball sized knot just above his balls. Perhaps a little smaller than that but it was definitely there. His foreskin is nearly a sheath around the knot and his length. I'd say he was thicker than before but I was a different person then and my measurements might be off. The head of his cock easily clears the top of his pants and I can tell it hurt to be restrained. So, I unzipped him, careful of catching skin in the zipper. I'm a guy. I know how that hurts. And then, I got to my knees in front of him. When I felt his finger under my chin, I resisted until he asked me gently to look at him. His eyes were half golden and he looked down at me with lust in those golden eyes. His voice was gruffer and more gravely than it should've been. "You're beautiful," he told me. I look back down and feel the heat rise to my cheeks. I am hard and aching for him. I feel the pulsing of my dick in time to my heartbeat and so I slip my hands into my pants to touch myself while I lean forward to Stephen's cock. His foreskin is slightly loose. I wrap my hand around his cock and gently pull the foreskin down and down further until it's touching his small, hard knot. And then I pull it down below the knot and let go. Unlike human foreskin, it stays in place beneath his knot. His skin was more smooth and pink than it should be as a human but that was okay. In fact, it was kind of hot. Old werewolf fantasies kicking in there. I lick up the length of him, holding him from the base of his cock, under his ball. I nibble on his knot to feel how hard it is and then gently lick up his shaft again. He is incredibly hard and, with my nose right there, I smell his pre-cum as it pools out of the tip of his huge cock. I look up at him and watch his eyes as I lick him clean. It's a major turn-on for me when a woman does it so I assume it's the same if a man does it. Memories of myself as a woman came back briefly but I put them aside. I'm me and I love this man. With his tip clean, I wrap my lips around his cock and gently work him over with my tongue. I don't need to close my eyes and think of myself as a woman. I don't need to think anything different at all. All I need is to hear the low, quiet growling in Stephen's voice as I slowly and carefully find how far I can take him into my mouth. Which, sadly, isn't very far. My gag reflex is different as a man than as a woman and he's huge so when I feel the wolf-like tip near the back of my throat, I'm done. Gagging is not sexy. I pull back and, rather than trying to force it, I just suck on the top of him. Back and forth, holding my mouth open just enough that my teeth don't touch him. My jaw is starting to ache but I try to ignore it. I don't want to stop yet. Not yet. I want to taste his cum again. Just the thought of it makes me rub myself harder. I should've unzipped my pants but I'm not going to take a break to do it. God. His smell is driving me wild. I start pumping his cock faster with my hand while swirling my tongue around his smooth, tapered head. Faster and faster. My jaw really hurts now and it's hard to ignore the pain but I suddenly feel Stephen's hand gripping my hair. He's grunting and I feel him tense. Shit. Shit. I forgot how- The sudden flood of Stephen's cum makes me choke. He feels it happening and tries to pull me off but I grip him tighter and try to relax my throat. He's warm and salty and thick and there's so fucking much of it. I try to swallow every time he tenses and that helps. My own orgasm takes me by surprise because I'd simply forgotten about it. I'm still stroking myself reflexively and I just feel the sudden release and a spurt of cum that hits my shirt. My dick swells a second time and then I'm done. Stephen tenses once more but I don't feel anything hit the back of my throat. I pull back but not before lightly rubbing the very tip of him with my tongue. It takes a lot of willpower to do it but I look up at him shyly. His face is flushed and his canine teeth are more pronounced. He's looking at me with... with... love. And happiness. And lust. He runs his fingers through my short blond hair and I smile at him. The taste of his cum fills my whole mouth and it's just as amazing as I remembered. There's a rustle on the other end of the couch and Elaine stands. She's got her red hair pulled back in a simple ponytail and she's blushing furiously. She's got pajama pants on (rocket ship pattern and weird green aliens, naturally) with one of Stephen's old t-shirts. "That," she says. "Was incredibly hot. If you two don't mind?" Elaine hooks her thumbs into her pants and eases them down. Becoming a werewolf has made her incredibly toned. She's still slim but the line of muscles in her thighs shift as she wriggles her ass playfully. She watches me closely while she does the same little show with her panda bear panties. Her lower stomach has a line of red hair from her trimmed pussy up to her belly button. I'd be surprised if she had an ounce of fat on her. Elaine twirls slowly for me as she pulls her shirt over her head. Her ass seems larger than when I first met her. Oh, and her hips, too. She's definitely filled out post-wolf. I crawl-walk to her on my knees but she holds up a finger. "No. It's my turn." I stop and she goes to her hands and knees and crawls to me. Her eyes are locked on mine so I watch as flecks of gold appear in her eyes and then more and more until her eyes are a beautiful molten gold color. She gently places a hand on my chest and pushes me until I'm lying down. With a playful smirk, she tugs my pants and underwear completely off. A large part of me wants to hide my manhood but I stop myself before it happens. I have to move around to help her get my shirt off but we do and I'm naked and, well, lesser than when I was a woman. Just an average shaped man. Elaine lies above me and I feel the warmth of her radiating from her body. Her kiss is sudden and sweet and intense and I prick myself on her too-sharp teeth. She's purring deep in her throat as our tongues twine around each other. My hands reach for her back and I knead my fingers into her flesh. She flexes back at me and then lowers herself, pressing her wet sex against my semi-hard cock. Elaine breaks the kiss and then moves her head down to nuzzle at my neck. I feel a sharp pinch and then a quiet 'sorry' as she nibbles me. Slowly, rhythmically she pushes her hips down, back, up and forward. I can feel myself growing completely hard under her ministrations and she growls her approval. My fingertips feel fine hairs along her back and I wonder if that's new or if I just haven't noticed them before. Holding herself up with one hand, Elaine reaches back to grab my cock. She rubs herself against the head of it and then slowly eases herself down, hissing out in appreciation as her tight pussy eagerly grips my length. With my time as a woman and the months spent resting and healing, I'd forgotten what it was like to have a dick again. I'd forgotten how it felt to press into a woman and feel the depth of her. I'd forgotten the slippery heat of a woman riled up. Elaine's modest chest is in perfect position for me to lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth so, with care for my still aching body, I do. She's slightly salty from a light sheen of sweat but she moans and shudders as I suck and bite at her. I remember how I liked my nipples played with and I try to alternate between lightly rubbing around her erect nipple with my tongue and biting and pulling at it with my teeth. I swear I feel her breast grow larger as I suck at her. My body finally tells me I've strained too much too soon so I lie back down. Elaine goes to her knees above me. Her breasts are slightly larger than just a moment ago and the hair around her pussy is thicker. Her four canine teeth are protruding from her mouth and there is a slight bit of drool at the corner of her lips. She's working her ass back and forth, up and down as she rides me. I see the tell-tale signs of her wolf's nipples growing - six darkening circles that pucker and pull and twist and push out around small areola and then out again into small breasts. The happy trail is extending up her belly and between her breasts as she growls and grunts through the small changes. Elaine's left hand touches her bottom tit and she tweaks it with her clawed fingers. With her other hand, she presses the hard black padding under her index finger against her clit. I'm momentarily jealous of her because I definitely remember what that feels like. Her growls are deepening and her fingers are jerking harder against her breasts and clit. Her previously smooth rhythm falters now and again from the multiple sensations. Elaine falls forwards to her hands, claws digging into the thick carpeting around us. She's no longer gentle. No longer slow. Her ass is pounding me up and down and it's almost painful. Painful but amazing as I feel her pussy tighten. Her breathing is ragged and I know what's about to happen. Her orgasm makes her throw her head back into a silent howl. I grab her ass as she shakes from the shock of it and I pull her down hard as I push up. She's gasping now. Growling, nuzzling my neck. She lies down on me and I feel all eight of her breasts and the fur along her belly as I use my hands to work her hips up and down on my cock. I'm aching from my last orgasm and it almost feels like I won't cum a second time but Elaine bites my neck hard and I suddenly feel myself almost there. I yell out in pain and slam her down hard and I feel the head of my dick hit something deep inside of her pussy. And then, we're both cumming. Elaine has her teeth in my neck and I feel the inside of her clenching over and over against my cock, milking me for the last bits of my cum. She's fucking heavy. Elaine is half transformed and laying against me, breathing hard. I want her to move but I don't want her to leave. I don't notice when her changes reverse but when I feel her hand against my chest, it's just a hand. I can barely feel the rough padding on the bottom of her palm as it fades away to wherever the changes go when they turn human. I feel my face burn at a sudden thought and I almost don't say anything. Almost. But I want to and so I force it out. "Stephen," I begin. I certainly am not looking at him when I say it. "Do you... do you think we could try it from behind some time? Gently?" He doesn't answer at first and I have my eyes closed because I'm embarrassed as hell. I suddenly feel his presence next to me and then his lips brush mine as his large hand touches my dick. I jerk from the unexpected touch. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I think we should. And then one of these days I'll go to my hands and knees for my mate." He kisses me again and ten minutes later we all end up in the bed, giggling and laughing and loving each other. A pigeon knocks on our door a week later. We were just starting to settle into a routine when Elaine hears a quiet pecking at the front door. She opens the door and looks confused for a moment before looking down to see a small gray and white pigeon with a tube tied to its leg. "Awww," she whines. "Why couldn't it be a rabbit or a squirrel again?" Elaine holds the utterly docile bird and carefully unties the tube. When she does, the pigeon's eyes go suddenly wild and it struggles in her hand. She sighs and tosses it outside and then brings me the note. The message is short: "The skin no longer works." I don't know whether to be happy or sad or indifferent. No, that's a lie. It hurts to be reminded of what happened and what I lost. It hurts a lot. I ghost through the rest of the day and the next before I remind myself that it doesn't matter anymore. Elaine and Stephen and I share a powerful bond still and we're all learning exactly what that means and who we are. I've learned so much and grown so much that I can't be anything but thankful for the experience. Layers Ch. 10 Two weeks after the pigeon and it seems Elaine was right about Tyler and Heather. They're spending more and more time together and she's convinced him to take some classes at the local community college. It's a warm summer night when Tyler calls to ask if he could come over to talk to everyone. Thirty minutes later, he shows up with Heather and we're all in the living room together. I'm sitting with Stephen and Elaine on the couch while Heather and Tyler sit on the smaller love seat. He still looks awkward for some reason. Heather is pretty and I catch myself looking at her clothes and shoes and the little details of her face. Slight acne issues and her makeup is a little off. Oh god. I'm a terrible person. I'm definitely blaming this one on Hannah. Heather's got blond hair and a heart-shaped face with little dimples in her cheeks. She seems quiet and a bit shy but I can see a small spark in her eyes and I wonder if it was there before all of this happened or if it came because of it. After sitting uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, Heather pokes Tyler in the side and he shakes himself. "So, ummm..." Tyler steals a glance at me and then talks to the floor. "So, I was wondering. You guys have a pretty big house and I was wondering, ummm, if, you know. If we could stay with you. We'd totally stay out of the way and pay our side. I'm starting a part time job doing some welding work and I can pay my way." Heather looks at me when she talks. "I'm going to be mostly gone at the university but it's not too far to drive." Nobody is asking the question so I do. "Why? You two are a couple, right? Don't you want your own space?" Heather blushes but answers. "It's... it's hard to explain. I hated living with my parents. They're okay but they drive me up the wall. I mean, I lived with them for eighteen years and I just wanted to get out and do my own thing. And then... and then after that night... I felt different. I feel this odd loneliness. Something is missing. I haven't been sleeping very well and sometimes I just wander around the house but I can't remember why. I keep looking for something. I finally asked Tyler about it. He says... he says I'm looking for a pack. I... this is all still really weird for me. But, already I feel more at ease just sitting here. I didn't notice anything until we moved out a few months back. I feel safe here. We both do. I'm not trying to play a sob story and emotionally blackmail any of you into letting us stay but we wanted to ask." I look at Stephen but he just looks back at me. And I feel Elaine's eyes on me. And Tyler's. And Heather's. "No," I tell Stephen. "It's your house. Don't look at me to make a decision. I think it's fine but it's your house." The bastard winks at me and grins. "Well, if you're fine with it then so am I. We can help move you back this weekend." He stands and puts his hand out. "Welcome home." The handshake turns into a massive sappy hug merry-go-round and Heather actually cries a little bit. It's a good moment and I can physically feel the emotions in the room. Heather isn't the only one tearing up because I feel sudden tears and a lump in my throat. Later that night, I seclude myself in the bathroom. Stephen's house is huge but I don't feel right hiding out in one of the bedrooms or the study when I need a moment to myself. So, I typically use the second bathroom to just sit quietly and reflect. I still feel like an emotional wreck from earlier and there's an undercurrent of sadness running through all of it that makes my chest ache. Pack. Pack, they said. But I'm no wolf. I'm just me. I feel the bond as strong as it was when Stephen and Elaine first changed but that's all it is. I know they love me and I feel like I have a solid place here without a hint of pity but the difference still hurts. Sudden hot tears fall from my eyes and I cry as quietly as possible. It hurts more than I think it should. My face feels hot and my heart is aching. I bend over to try to stop the shaking and then press the heel of my hand against my chest. And then I stop. With trembling fingers, I explore the left side of my chest. And then, I stand and stare at the mirror. Not wanting to take a chance to believe but not willing to just ignore the possibility, I lift up my shirt. My left nipple is three times the size it should be and there is a dark areola surrounding it. I feel the flesh around my right nipple tighten as it darkens and then puffs out slightly. Small blond chest hairs fall out around the developing areola and, as I watch, my right nipple swells and thickens until it matches the size of my left nipple. When I gently touch the new soft, sensitive flesh, I do so with fingers longer and smoother than they should be. Fine brown hairs grow out around the areola. I feel muscles and tissues tugging and pulling deep within my chest. With eyes open in wonder, I touch the small hairs on slowly swelling breasts. Brown rather than blond. Brown. A storm of hidden scents suddenly fills my nose and sounds crash into my ears. I hear Elaine moving pots around at the other side of the house. It sounds like one of the pots hits the floor suddenly and then I hear running. I smell Elaine coming. I smell her. Elaine almost breaks the door down before she remembers how to open it. She stares and her eyes are wide. "You," she stutters. "You're... You... I can smell you again." We hug and cry as the deep pain starts. From the shadows at the back of my mind, I hear a mental huff sound as the she-wolf makes herself known again. I feel a very solid "Where the hell have you been?" question directed at me from her and I wish I knew how to answer. Elaine holds me tightly as the changes accelerate and I can't tell if I'm laughing or crying or screaming or shouting with joy. She's come back to me. My she-wolf has come back to me.