Claire was personally quite eager. In fact she'd always been eager to join were society. In many ways it struck her as the perfect way to have a connection with animals and nature in way that she'd never had before. And her love of all things feline and particularly with house cats had been the driving force. The fact that werecats was a possibility had been like a dream come true when Samantha Twist had welcomed her to Moon Lake, but for many reasons, Moon Lake's werecats and werewildcats seemed to be hesitant to turn her, no matter how often she asked.
But Claire never really cared about her sexuality stayed the same or changed. She'd wanted to be a kitty, regardless of the fact that so many werecats seemed to be hesitant on the issue. In that, the fact that Jennifer Decker had finally agreed to go through with that transformation made Claire very eager and happy. She was happy that she'd get to feel the sort of connection that in many ways she'd fanaticized about even before coming to Moon Lake. She quickly made her way up to the top of the stairs and noted a dim light coming from down the hall, which had to indicate where Jen Decker's bedroom was. She soon walked toward it.
She arrived to find a modest bedroom with a large bed backed against the outer wall so that the headboard was directly under a window and with the bed's covers pushed back toward its edge. On either side of the bed were a set of small stands. One held an alarm clock, showing that it was nearly eleven PM, and a small light stand with the light on, but on a low power setting. The other bed stand had a series of framed pictures on it. Claire didn't look too closely at them, but assumed they were of Jen with Tad. To her left were pair of doors that Claire guessed lead into the master bathroom and a walk in closet. To her right was short but long dresser with a mirror mounted above it. It was a nice room, but Claire's focus was turned more to the other person in the room.
Jen was seated there on the edge of the bed in her full werecat form, resembling anthropomorphic black furred Persian Cat. Her long black fur in her were form covered her chest and even made her breasts look a bit bigger than they in fact were. The only place where her fur thinned was at the juncture between her legs, though based on how Jen was seated, Claire couldn't tell if the werecat in front of her was aroused or not. Her long tail lay out behind her and tapped up and down ever so slightly as Claire came in. Jen also kept her green werecat eyes focused forward on Claire, who approached, still fully dressed. Though, judging by the sort of smile that Claire had, Claire was quite eager for what was to come.
"That is your were form?" Claire asked.
"Yes," Jen nodded, "my were form is based on the Persian breed. Complete with the smushed in face and long fur."
"Would I...?" Claire began to ask curiously.
"Be based of the Persian breed as well?" Jen finished Claire's question for her, "That's hard to say. With weres that either have many different specific species or different breeds, like cats, dogs, horses, and cattle... the exact form varies. Your form could be based off the Persian, but then it might be based on another breed. I've never read anything by were scientists that would completely explain it... though it's actually been a while since I've been in Moon Lake."
Claire then nodded.
"Now, you don't have a problem with that?" Jen asked carefully. As this was a major part in part of the initiation of a new were. Often when the new pair was in love, a lot of the formalities was ignored as it would be hard to picture some one in love with a were then breaking many of the regulations that related to keeping weres secret from the rest of the world as keeping that lover around would be the first thing on their minds. But, to Jen, Claire was a Normal who wanted to be a werecat and their association wasn't going to go much farther than transforming her. As such, Jen made sure to go through the various necessary formalities.
"So long I end up a werecat, I don't mind," Claire answered, as determined as ever.
Jen then nodded, "Okay. Now, if you remember from the guidebook that Samantha likely gave you when you moved in, there are three ways to do it. Biting and clawing are the most traditional means. In being bitten, the transformation is near instantaneous and in being scratched it could take an hour or so before the transformation takes effect..."
"Why the difference in time?" Claire asked curiously.
"My best guess is that the potency of the were-virus in the enamel of my claws in were-form has gone down due to exposure to the air, whereas the saliva would carry the virus directly into the wound," Jen spoke, "though both have the potential to be painful. Getting bitten by a normal house cat can be painful, and I am much bigger than a mundane house cat."
Claire nodded and let Jen continue.
"The third way is through sex," Jen spoke, "once you take in my sexual fluids... your transformation will be instantaneous and as will the change in your sexuality. We can do this any of those three ways..."
It was at this point that Claire looked a bit nervous. Jen figured that was the case, since Claire was still straight. Sex was usually the preferred method for weres, usually because it was the most pleasurable of ways, and often was due to the fact that couple had fallen in love. But with werecats and male werecats, that usually meant that normal becoming a were was either A) bisexual or B) homosexual and was thus attracted to those of their own gender. And while Claire was straight, while she might see Jen's cat ears and her tail as wonderful, she wouldn't necessarily see her breasts or her vagina in the same way.
"Isn't there a... way you could... lick me first and it'd happen that way?" Claire asked, "I mean wouldn't it work like a bite? The saliva on your tongue goes in and... well..."
"I've never heard of it working that way," Jen spoke, "and trust me, I have heard stories. If your transformation is initiated through sex, you will need to ingest my... fluids."
Claire looked down for a few moments and let Jen stand up and then walk over to the nightstand that held the clock and the lamp. Claire watched as Jen's tail flicked back and forth, almost tensely. Jen carefully opened the drawer and removed the object that was inside, as she turned to face Claire, Jen noted the widening eyes. What Jen held was a silicone-rubber dildo of decent size that mirrored the size of Jeff's own equipment when he was around. She'd had the sex toy for the times when Jeff had been out on deployment over-seas, though she also made sure that Tad never knew that she had it, and since Jeff was murdered, her own mourning had generally reduced the amount of time she thought about the toy.
"Now... this could be an alternative," Jen offered, "all weres have a higher libido than normals. It doesn't matter their specific species. And since my husband often had deployments that took him far away from home... I did collect this as sort of a stand by when he wasn't home..."
"And you said at the dance he was in the Army?" Claire asked.
"The Marines, before a rat murdered him," Jen answered, "anyway... with regard to your transformation... I can give you an option that would let you get a less painful option that forcing you into actually having sex with me before your transformation changes your orientation. You can lick my cum off of this and let that start your transformation. From there, all that would be left is the standard completion of the were transformation, which will include direct sex between us... but by that time, you will feel the need to complete your transformation and as a werecat, your orientation will switch from heterosexual to at least bisexual. You will simply have to wait a little while... or at least get yourself ready."
"Okay," Claire stood by and moved to a side. The part of her that was straight did fight against her desire to be connected to the inner feline she'd privately felt was always there, and this seemed like a good enough way to get over that. And she had consciously made that choice. She wanted to be a werecat, and badly. This way would get her over the worst. So from a spot next to the bed, Claire began to disrobe, figuring one, it might help turn Jen on, even if Claire wasn't exactly built like a were, and even if not that, it'd at least have her ready for when she could transform.
While Claire began to disrobe, Jen leaned back a bit and brought up her free hand to caress her left breast. She softly lifted it, feeling its weight and the softness of the longer fur that she had there. She kept her touch delicate and moved the and up so that was able to massage herself there and at times flick at her nipples. It was a way to help arouse herself to the point where she could slide the dildo in her other hand into her to get through the business needed to provide for Claire's transformation, as while weres could be more easily aroused, that didn't mean things were instantaneous, and given the fact that all male weres were extremely well endowed with their equipment, things like foreplay were necessary.
As Jen felt her nipples stiffen and begin to push against her fur, she moved the head of the dildo so that it would just teasing the outer lips of her vagina, that way when she was ready, it would be there to slide right in. She'd done this plenty of times before, when thinking about Jeff, which had helped things on, but for the moment her main focus was providing for Claire's transformation. And as she began to tease herself with the sex toy, she did manage a glance over to where Claire was standing. The young woman had so far stripped down to her underwear, and didn't look too bad. Her chest was in the small C Cup range and she had decent hips, and with her honey-blond hair, Claire was actually fairly desirable for a normal. Perhaps not the equal of a were, yet, but she wasn't bad. Hopefully, some future were, male or female, knows just how much you've intentionally given up for this and loves you for it...
Claire heard a small moan as she'd gotten to the point where she was trying to get out of her underwear. She'd been a woman all her life, but that didn't necessarily mean that bras were easy to get out of. As she wrestled to unhook its latches, she looked over to see that Jen was indeed becoming more aroused. By now, her nipples were starting to poke through her fur and Jen was carefully playing with both breasts and nipples with her free hand. Her other hand held the dildo to her lower opening, but only just so that it was close to it, but hadn't actually penetrated her. Claire also noticed a small glistening in that area. She could see that Jen was getting wet and would soon be able to take the large sex toy and put it inside her.
"Thank you," Claire thought, knowing that this would be her path to joining were society and then dropped her bra to the floor.
On some levels, Claire had been a bit jealous of all the female weres. Since she'd moved in and gotten the standard introduction, she'd found that the minimum cup size for any were was a D and that there were several weres that were well larger than that. Her own breasts were barely in the C Cup range and her nipples were rather small, quite a difference from the E cup breasts on Jen's chest that now began to bounce as Jen slid the dildo into her vagina and soon had it pumping in and out. However, with finally getting a werecat that would agree to turn her, Claire happily waited for when she could equal the werecat pumping the dildo in and out in terms of physical form.
Jen could feel her own arousal grow. The sex toy wasn't as good as Jeff and the fact that she had to manipulate it with her hands meant that she couldn't fully caress her breasts while using it, and that had been why it wasn't as good as Jeff, but she wasn't doing this purely for sex. This was purely to welcome someone into were society and someone who was quite insistent at it. And so she pumped the toy in and out her vagina and she couldn't help but moan as she did feel her pleasure grow. In that, it might not be as good as Jeff, but it was still good enough.
"Soon... soon," Jen said slowly before felt her body tremble and her vagina clamp down on the silicone-rubber phallus and she came. As her body quivered in orgasm, Jen finished with a small and happy moan. From there, Jen pulled the dildo out and then looked to Claire and said with some panting breaths, "There... all you should need to do is essentially lick my juices off of it."
Claire slowly accepted it and held it with both hands for a moment. She could see the cum that made the toy glisten in even the low lighting that the lamp and moonlight provided. She didn't have any experience with that sort of thing, but Claire knew she had made her choice to become a werecat, and she raised the sex toy to her lips and then spun it slowly so that she could then use her tongue to make sure none of Jen's cum fell to the floor. The toy's taste was a bit odd which then threw off the taste of Jen's sexual juices, but Claire did her best to make sure she licked and swallowed all of it.
"There... I..." Claire began after she finished and finding her body beginning to suddenly feel rather warm, "I think I got it all..."
"And you are already starting to change," Jen pointed with one paw.
Claire looked to Jen for a moment. As she looked to the black furred Persian based werecat, a thought ran through Claire's mind that Jen was very sexy and had been quite generous to be the one to turn her, but for the moment, she noticed that Jen had one finger pointed toward her. Jen then looked down and could see several changes beginning to appear. Namely that fur was starting to grow out across her body. Much of it appeared to be a bright white and rather short.
"It's happening," Claire said with a happy smile as she felt a small twinge of discomfort in her fingers and held her hands up to watch her fingernails lengthen into modest but recurved cat claws and as more white fur grew across her arms and hands. The only spot where fur didn't grow was on the underside of her hands at the very tips of her fingers and where her fingers met the rest of her hand. There, her skin seemed to thicken until they formed little pink pads surrounded by her white fur. It made Claire smile. "I'm finally turning into a werecat!"
Jen half smiled at seeing the young woman's glee at her first transformation starting. A lot of times in this process, her need for completion would begin to kick in, but Claire seemed to simply enjoy watching her body change. Claire's eyes had already turned the traditional werecat green with a slit pupil and her ears had moved to the top of her head, but Claire wasn't a solid color. While her hair remained unchanged, white was not the only color of her fur. A patch of fur around her right eye and running up into her hair was actually a pure black and the triangle shaped ear on that side of her head was the same color. A similar patch over her left eye had grown fur that was a sort of honey blond color that matched her hair and the triangular shaped ear on that side was also the same color. The rest of the fur on her face was white, which framed the small pin triangle that her nose was becoming.
"Owowowowowowowowowow," Claire found herself groaning as her face pushed forward forming a rounded feline muzzle that stood further forward than Jen's face. She didn't want to say it, as she didn't want to be mean to Jen, but while she loved cats of all kinds, she wasn't actually fond of the Persian as a breed. The shortened face was not as cute as the cats that had a more visible muzzle. So, while there was a slight bit of discomfort as it pushed forward, Claire was actually quite glad to look down her face and see her rounded muzzle now grown. Running her tongue over her teeth, she'd also found that they'd sharped into teeth that mirrored the teeth of a cat complete with fangs and sharpened molars.
Claire then turned to the mirror on the dresser that had been behind her, if only to look at the form she was taking on, even as she felt her feet begin to lengthen and her hips widen. By the time she'd finished turning, she'd grown slightly taller with her new digitigrade legs and hips that matched Jen's in width. Claire staggered a little and looked down to see her longer feline feet and the growing white furred orbs that were her breasts. They were growing her nipples were poking out through her white fur. Claire could feel herself growing more and more aroused as she changed and she could find herself even being able to smell her growing arousal. It was what she wanted and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. She noted her coloration and looked to the pink triangle that was her nose on the front of her.
"I'm calico colored!" Claire said excitedly noting the added as she looked at her reflection and felt a small amount of pressure at the base of her spine.
"Yes," Jen nodded as she watched a small bobbed tail grow out above Clair's butt. The short tail was a mixed patch of black and honey blonde. There was also a series of large blotches on the center of Claire's back that also alternated in those two colors. "I believe your breed is based on the Japanese Bobtail..."
"I've never even been to Japan," Claire commented.
"As I said... the exact reason for what breed a were becomes has never been fully explained," Jen answered.
Claire nodded and turned back to Jen, feeling a strong need build in her. She was growing incredibly wet and she looked to Jen and felt a new feeling. Earlier, she'd been a bit uneasy with female to female action with regards to sexual action. But now, as a werecat, that had changed. She found the black furred Persian werecat to be quite beautiful, and a while a lot of that was due to her need to complete her transformation, a part of Claire's mind privately wondered why she'd ever had interest in men when women were so much more attractive.
Claire then slowly approached and looked to Jen, "I... I need you."
"I know," Jen answered and offered her hands to Claire and helped the newly transformed werecat into the bed, though she gave a short "mew" as Claire hugged her before turning to other things, which the two would find themselves doing for the rest of the night. And with some vigor. It wasn't long before Jen could feel Claire's now rough feline tongue lapping at her clit and trying to get more that what she'd gotten from the sex toy. And as Claire straddled Jen in a sixty-nine position, Jen couldn't help but return the favor and raised a happy sounding "meow" out of Claire as Jen licked at Claire's own aroused clit.