chapter 4

I can experience the lump in my throat once more however I push it away and make my manner to the bathe. Sleep may not be coming once more tonight. This morning. Whatever rattling time it is. Not after that. I word the small little bit of glass in my foot once I step onto the rest room linoleum. I chunk returned a curse and take a seat down to drag it out. The seat is bloodless on my ass. I experience drained. Of strength and the whole thing else. The bathe heats up speedy and I step into the warmth, last my eyes to water cascading over my face and hair. Memories of the night time hit me nearly physically, forcing me returned. A small whimper escapes my lips and my knees buckle. I take a seat down earlier than I can fall from it. Clutching my knees to my chest, I allow my thoughts move and forget about the whole thing besides the consistent movement from the bathe head.

I do not know how lengthy I take a seat down like that however I can experience the water beginning to show colder. I stand and begin my routine - shampoo labored into my blonde hair. Bar of soap, lathered with my arms and then... once I by chance brush my soapy arms towards my small nipple, I experience a tiny jolt of energy shoot right all the way down to my balls. My dick works at turning into difficult however it is too quickly after jacking off and it remains mainly limp. I flip with my returned to the bathe head and lean my brow towards the bathe wall. My finger tweaks my vain nipple and I experience the tickling energy constructing at the bottom of my dick. I understand it is vain however I contact the spot among my balls and my ass with my different hand and press towards my skin. If I faux difficult sufficient, I suppose I can experience a faint echo of final night time's pleasure. But, I'm fooling myself and all I'm feeling is the ticklish strain constructing in my balls from the nipple. I forestall and rinse off, sighing heavily.

Five mins to complete brushing my extremely crooked teeth. My dad and mom may want to in no way have the funds for braces and, now that I'm older, there is different matters I'd as an alternative buy. It's once I'm pulling my pants on that I word - I'm thinner than I turned into earlier than. My extra fats is gone. Everywhere. No growing beer gut, no barely flabby palms and I can see the faint hint of muscle on my legs. Not real toned muscle tissues however there is no fats to cover what is there. My pants are unfastened sufficient for me to notch up 3 extra holes on my belt. My polo blouse is enormously unfastened however I don't have anything tighter - I donated all of my antique smaller garments to Goodwill years ago.

I sit and think, rubbing my legs. why? Are you burning calories from what happened last night or something else? Other than that it doesn't feel much different. There are no strange energy explosions, everything else looks the same. Same spot, same few freckles, same pimple on left arm, etc. I couldn't even guess.

The bedside clock was showing 6 am, so I decided to check the messages from my dating site. Mainly OKCupid, but I've tried a few from Craigslist. There are a lot of monsters and fake people at the end but I have learned to sniff them. He took me a plate of sugary cereal so I could work with a new ad.

Almost answered one ad on Craigslist, but stopped. What the fuck? Did it really happen last night? what am i doing I get up and find the packing list in the boxes... drawers... stuff. I found it on the floor next to the sofa. emptied. Totally empty, my name is nowhere on the piece of paper. anything. No faded ink, typewriter marks or anything else. It's just a blank white sheet of paper. But the paper does exist. and box. and plastic bags. i'm not going crazy I am not Cum on the carpet. I didn't make it. I didn't run a marathon while sleeping and somehow burned all my fat.

My anxiety frightens me and I drop the paper. poop. This is my warning to start working. Should I take sick leave? What happened next? Are you roaming my apartment? no no. not that. Work will distract me. It takes a while to figure it all out and you can do it again when you get home. Pack your wallet, keys and jacket and set off.

My car is a modest little Honda that can run fast enough to get through the morning crowd. I've driven almost 180,000 km and I'm still riding. It was a graduation gift from my parents, and I tried to keep it well. Anyway, the best I can do.

There are usually not many people this morning, and today is no exception. The receptionist doesn't come until 8 o'clock and the boss comes when he wants, so I quietly go to the desk. We both have nice coffee and tea machines in a free package, but the coffee is disgusting, so I fill my huge mug with hot water and a bag 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. small blinks. that's all i can remember Memories don't fade, they just fade and crumble.

I threw away my memories and found myself rubbing my cock and breasts. Except I didn't rub my dick at all. I touch the underside of the cheek with two fingers and squeeze the palm with the cock and the ball into my pants. I Massage My Balls, Cock And The Place. And very slowly bend your back and moan. The hands above my chest are pressed right against my ribcage where the bottom of some imaginary chest should be.

Flush and stop. My shirt is baggy and my skin is itchy, except for a scratch on my chest under my imaginary chest. It's also a good scratch. I feel it all the way through my feet, my balls. In response, his legs shudder. Garbage.

Decided. new clothes! Somehow, the thought of going home as usual doesn't suit me now. I don't want to think alone. Not now. Coming home, next to 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 who sees me knows what happened last night. I know about my fetish, werewolves, and... all that happened. that i am a woman she is a wolf Anything. It seems that everyone looks at me and judges me. Garbage. 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 a bit busy. As usual, the entrance drives me into the women's restroom. I think having the men's restroom upstairs or in a small corner should be the standard for department stores. And they hide the escalator. It takes a while to find the way, but I do it and go there. Through the lingerie department. I can't stop looking at the mannequins. It's like seeing a beautiful girl in the corner of your eyes. So I'm looking. And I blushed. And stop.

Did I look like this? I can feel my dick moving in my pants and I am grateful they are free now.

Slim Mannequin I remember last night... Just thinking about it makes my face turn red. I think of myself this way. like a woman. like a mannequin. But no, I was more specific. I don't know if it was a werewolf bite or not, but I do remember the size of my thighs. my chest size. I wish I could see myself as a simple w. Stop again. Jesus. What the fuck? no. No, I'm not ashamed. I was a woman. she is a wolf temporarily. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see what I look like as a woman. It doesn't change who I am. I just... look so different. And I hope I can see myself better. Look at the

mannequin and admire it. And you can feel your erection pulsating. was my ass like this? As a man, my ass is a bit flat and I just eat it. Do I have wide hips? I think that's right. Garbage. She - a wolf. I can't think of it as "I..." or "Am I a she-wolf...". I was a she-wolf, but there is a difference. I will never see you again. something really not me. From what I remember looking down my (I was on this skin, it was mine, not a wolf. Why would I choose it?) breasts were definitely bigger. I don't think I've ever seen a department store mannequin with big breasts. Or the right size. I unconsciously scratch my chest again, but it feels good, so I let it go.

Looking at the mannequin's ass, I'm fishing again. Where are the buttocks and pussy. I remember the fingers between my thighs rubbing my pussy and I can almost remember how he felt wet on my fingers (foot?) and the electricity from the same finger... touching my pussy lips. I imagine a mannequin, like me, on his knees, pointing his fingers, and leaning forward with one hand on the ground. You have to physically move your legs according to your memories and images. My face must have turned red right now. Then imagine holding the dummy with both hands, buttocks in the air, pussy wet waiting for me, and feeling pain in the ball.

I'm not alone. I'm not the one behind the mentally moving mannequin. I put myself in place of a mannequin and there is another person behind me. I am standing on all fours. I Have Wet Pussy I'm waiting... What? For what? For whom? I... I don't know how this will end. There must be a girl behind me, right? But it is not. My brain is constantly spinning pictures of a faceless man kneeling behind a mannequin... me... a wolf. damn! I'm confused.

I don't like porn with women. I like to see penetration and pee by girls. Not a fake actress, but an amateur video that a couple really enjoys and sounds really hot and candid. Yes, it's hard to watch two women do this. no doubt. But I want to see how men and women do it. Or dig into my werewolf stuff for good pictures. A random female half-turned into a werewolf, naked and lit by transformation.

My brain doesn't help. This is a picture of a mannequin/wolf kneeling with hands and knees. I put me in there imagining how I folded and then added people. And that's not me as a man.

And I want it. no. No, she wants a wolf. I'm not. I stumbled across gay male porn while digging around and can honestly say that it didn't help me. Generally. I have no secret homosexual desires. I am not a closed homosexual. Men just...just don't... This is the same.That's all, it's the same as watching male and female porn. nothing wrong I imagine it a little differently. That's all. And because I've been living like a woman, like a wolf, whatever I've been living, it's not that long, so I see it a little bit. It relaxes the muscles you didn't even know you were holding. So, if this is true...