Though you had doubts, you had already made up your mind. You needed a human body, and you needed to leave Saratoga Falls as quickly as possible. But the question of where to go remained. You really had never been across the country before, so you only had bits of spotty information to go on. Yet, you mused, anywhere was better than here, right? A new place with a new life and no commitments sounded like a pretty sweet deal right now. After all, nothing seemed to be going your way in your old life; horrible teachers, a girlfriend who never loved you, and a backstabbing friend sounded like a miserable existence. But now all that would change; you were ready for a journey that would literally be the experience of a lifetime!
You trotted your wolf body behind a parked car on the edge of the rest area and then thought for a moment about how to get out. 'I sure hope this works. I don't want to think of the alternative exits if it doesn't...' But luckily, getting out of the wolf is as easy as getting in. You lose all sense of feeling as you the wolf's body droops to the ground and you slither out of its mouth. Sure, you can still see and hear, but it feels like you're detached from the tactile senses of the world. Not really caring about the wolf any more, you skitter around on the pavement, dashing from car to car hoping no one seems your advance. Yet for all your effort it didn't even look like anyone was even looking in your direction, never mind paying attention. But alas, your effort does yield fruit; you finally find a pair of legs leaning up against whatever you were currently under. Slowly you attempt to slither up the fabric of the pant leg without alerting their owner to your presence. You can almost see what appear to be underpants of some sort when you hear a surprised "What the..." from the body's mouth. It immediately starts trying to vigorously brush you off; almost dancing around as he furiously tries to pat you out of the pants. But luck is on your side as you manage to make it into the unpleasant underpants on this unlucky soul. The time for pleasantries is over; you find his crack and immediately attempt to force yourself in despite the loud yelp coming from your almost host. Putting the revolting qualities of what you're doing aside, you hope this works and you won't be trapped in a compromising situation. Finally, you enter him and feel his muscles give way and you lose all sense of feeling.
You come back to with a pain in your nether region and a splitting headache. Looking around, you only have enough time to see a concerned woman running over to you. She seems to be moderately attractive and reminiscent of the stereotypical mid-western wife with her plaid button down shirt, faded jeans, and worn leather boots. Yet you don't have much more time to contemplate your new host or this woman as she immediately asks, "Jimmy, bean, you alright hon?"
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