...Ten minutes earlier...at the home of the 'careless werewolf'...
"What is her problem?" the pixie-like redhead woman asked to an otherwise empty room as she slammed her phone shut. It was the second message she had left on her roomates cell phone. The fact that it didn't ring at all, going straight to voicemail both times, meant it was off. How could she get her 'full moon warning alarm' when the thing was shut off?!
This wasn't the first time Rachel had acted flaky about her condition. There'd been other close calls too, but this time there was nothing Melanie could do for her friend. Moon-rise was ten minutes away, and the library on campus was 30 minutes drive. Herself a werewolf, Melanie would start transforming behind the wheel if she chose to leave now.
In frustration, she watched the setting sun dip below the horizon with no sign of Rachel anywhere. It'd be the first time she changed without her friend since they'd met. The pair were in the same year of their masters program, they'd started classes the same day. With a heightened sense of smell and a totally different scent from regular humans, the two had noticed one another the first time they sat in the same room. Not long after, the pair became friends and room-mates.
Melanie let the bathrobe concealing her nudity slip as the moon crested the horizon. As she felt the tension and arousal that accompanied her transformation seize her, a single tear rolled down her cheek. The change could be extremely pleasureable if one let it. If a werewolf fought their change too hard, it could be incredibly painful. In her last thought before giving into the bestial pleasure, Melanie hoped that Rachel would find a safe place to change in comfort.
.........................................Meanwile, back in the library with Rachel...................
...I reached the doors that separate the archives from the main lobby of the archives, and pushed them open easily with my growing strength. The light of the full moon streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window of the atrium at the front of the building. I started feeling itchy beneath my clothing, and I my fingernails began to grow into thick black claws. Cupping them into my palms, I forced my feet to carry me towards the front door.
The lobby was much more crowded, which I knew was was both good and bad. Good because it was less likely anyone would pay me much attention. Bad because the crowd presented somewhat of an obstacle to my speedy escape. As calmly as I could, I walked out towards the doors fighting the urge to break into a sprint.
My ears began to twitch slightly, I know from watching the change in front of a mirror that they do that when they taper off to points and stretch out. My jet black locks of shoulder length hair would soon be parting to reveal the pointed, slightly hairy werewolf ears. Time was not on my side. I wouldn't be able to pass for human much longer, even with no-one looking right at me.
The situation in my mouth confirmed this. The slight pressure on behind my canines meant my fangs are budding. Probing with my tongue I felt them growing in with each frantic beat of my racing heart. I'd have to keep my mouth shut if I wanted to avoid detection.
I'm almost at the door, but I know what's changing next. My fur is going to come in soon, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Itching in the cleavage between my breasts, armpits, and crotch led a squirmy sensation beneath my bra, panties, and shirt. That's where it starts, soon it'll cover my entire body. I was almost always naked at this point in my changes, it felt totally alien to be growing my fur in underneath my clothing.
My heart racing, I reached out a clawed hand for the door. As I was stepping out the threshold, a voice called out in my direction.
"Hey Rachel, wait up!"
Crap, someone recognized me! |