Chapter #4You're looking wolfish today! by: Ruth   Your legs give out for a moment and you slam into the closed bathroom door behind you. "H.holy shit!" You can't believe what you're seeing in the mirror. You struggle upwards, trying to stand up straight and slowly waddle toward the mirror. "What's happened to me..?" You take a look at your hands and find they aren't quite hands anymore. You fondle your new pointed ears for a moment and then drop your hands to your side roughly. "I'm a wolf.." You shudder with excitement and small amounts of fear. "I'm..a wolf. Hahah. Hahahaha.." Your brain feels fried. "I was a human yesterday. Now I'm a wolf. Hehehe. Hehe. Heheh heh.. hmph.."
After your emotional episode ends, you examine your body closer. "I can still speak with my mouth.. and I'm walking upright.." Does it get any weirder than this? You try not to think about that too hard. Well, might as well dry yourself off and get some clothes on before you're late; under the circumstances, you think it would be best to be ready for school; fur pelt or not.
You feel like every movement is in somebody else's body, and you can't help brood over your situation. Your claws feel like you need to be careful when you even go to open doors. Your skin feels warm all the time, though you're thankful you're still warm blooded. You pull on your white tee with blue sleeves. You find that it presses evenly against your gut and outlines several muscles that aren't as visible with your fur covering them. "Do I even need a shirt?" You chuckle to yourself. You pull your blue jeans up and button them.
You would probably be on the higher end of appearences; some might even call you handsome. You find there's a hole in the back of your jeans for your tail, though you can't ever remember putting a hole there.. You realize that your body may not have been the only thing that's changed! You quickly jump up and turn on your PC. You have nothing to do with humans on there. You distinctly remember having some articles of porn on there that had people in them! Has your whole LIFE changed? You find yourself aroused by the porn you had glimpsed at and quickly shut off the computer. You remember learning a long time ago that wolves had different anatomy than humans genital wise. "Oh shit.." You look down and see that, even while you were standing up straight with jeans and a shirt, you could see the entire tip of your canine penis peering over your waist band! "Am I th-that huge?" You brush a clawed finger along the tip and your whole body convulses with pleasure, only to bring your penis to full erectness. "I don't even have to unbutton my pants to look at it now.. what am I going to do?" You find that having a large (not to mention more sensitive) penis is more trouble than it's worth.
You readjust your lopsided alarm clock and check the time. "Just enough time to eat breakfast.." You turn around and walk to your bedroom door and try to work up enough courage to open it.
*Click-creeeak*
Your door agonizingly creaks open as you walk into the hallway and head slowly to the stairway. You take the first step slowly, then walk downstairs a little faster. You realize on the way down that you're not wearing shoes, but it feels just like it. "I guess that's a plus," you say slightly depressingly. You reach the bottom and head for the dining room table, and the rest of the family is sitting at the table. "Looks like you finally made it in here," your mother says, smiling.
"Uh.. yeah.." you reply awkwardly. You sit down and scan the family and find they don't appear freaked out at all! "You're not.. you don't think that.." You stop short and catch a heavenly scent directly in front of you. Raw steak? Yuck! But.. it smells.. so goood.. "Um.. I don't have any utensils."
You see that the rest of the family appears to have stopped. Oh, so you freak out about something normal. "May I please have a fork and knife?" You ask, wondering what the big deal is. "Um.. sure, sweetheart. It's just that you've always refused utensils, so we'd sort of given up on trying to get you to use them. I'm really proud of you, though." She hands you her knife and gets you one of the forks from the kitchen. "Thanks, I appreciate it," you say, smiling.
You know you didn't want them to freak out about you being a wolf, but it's still kind of scary that they didn't. It's like you've always been one.. especially considering your porn tastes have changed species, and your mother tells of you not using utensils- which you know you've used before! Something's definitely wrong, and your past seems to have changed aside from not being you anymore!
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