"I can't stand this," Tom muttered to himself as he sat in his office, writing his article about the Sunday football game. "I don't see why I have to do an article on the B.S."
Tom wasn't a big fan of sports at all, and he hated that he was assigned to do this article, but he knew that the sooner he got this done, the sooner he could get to what he hoped for: becoming Alice's werefox. All day, he'd been resisting his inner werefox, who was telling him to get home as soon as possible.
"Come on mate, we both know you don't want to do this!" the voice said. "Why don't we just head home right now?"
"You know I can't!" Tom said quietly so no one would hear him. "I need to keep this job!"
The voice was quiet after that, giving Tom a chance to work in quiet, but he always found himself zoning out and thinking of Alice in her werefox form: her beautiful redish orange fur, her curvy features, her... "No! Not now!" Tom thought to himself. "Think about your job!" Tom tried to push the thoughts out of his head, but the image of that sexy werevixen wouldn't leave his mind.
Finally, the work day ended, and Tom rushed out of his office and to his car, driving as fast as the speed limits would allow to get to Alice as fast as possible. Once he got to her house, he pulled into her driveway and got out of his car. He ran up to the front door and knocked on it, waiting for Alice to answer. When she did, Tom quickly pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. "Work's over baby," he said with a smile. "I think it's time we let the fox out to play."