As Claire started walking home from the Decker house, since her apartment complex was only a few blocks away, she thought about her life.
An affinity for cats had always been present, ever since she was given her first kitten as a young girl.
Growing up, Claire thought about being a vet, but realized it wasn't for her. Besides the huge costs of getting her degree, she wasn't happy upon figuring out that any veterinarian practice she established wouldn't be able to focus on solely domesticated household felines and survive financially.
So instead Claire concentrated upon donating to and volunteering at animal shelters, where she could work exclusively with the cats.
Who knows? Maybe they thought I'd just be another crazy cat lady in my old age, Claire mused to herself, while starting to pass one of the many parks Moon Lake offered both weres and normals alike.
Crazy old cat lady indeed. I'm a werecat now, Claire thought happily, adjusting her course to sit down on one of the park benches and enjoy the warm afternoon sun.
Claire surprised herself when she started purring in contentment, enjoying the sun's warmth upon the bare skin of her arms and face not covered by clothing. Part of her wanted to just stretch out on the bench and take a nap, but she knew that wasn't possible.
Too bad I can't go furry now and really strut my stuff, was Claire's only complaint, but she had learned the rules that all weres abided by long ago when she first moved to Moon Lake and discovered that not only did were creatures exist, but that there was a chance that she could become a cat herself!
But when did I go from just loving cats to wanting to be one? she wondered, for even Claire didn't remember the exact moment.
Like an aloof feline, it was just a stray thought that crossed her mind one day and never left.
Especially not after moving to Moon Lake.
I remember one of my co-workers once saying something about how some normal humans have an 'inner were' within them, because they were destined to become weres themselves. And look at me now, thought Claire, wishing she had a mirror with her.
Claire remembered seeing her reflection in the mirror at Jen's house and noticed that she was now slightly taller and a lot more beautiful and physically desirable than before.
She stretched out her arms and took a good look at her hands with their now slightly longer fingers and nails.
Claire couldn't help herself as she flexed them as if a cat was moving its paws in the air, batting at something unseen by everyone except the feline.
Once she confirmed their existence, Claire knew she would one day become a werecat, despite the warning that the entire species was either bi or outright gay. There was never any desire to be one of the larger species like lion or tiger, not even before moving to Moon Lake.
All cats are sleek and graceful. But the household varieties are more beautiful in my opinion.
Then something else caught Claire's eye.
A jogger was coming across her field of vision, running through the small park to get his exercise that day.
Claire watched the man jog. She could smell the scent of sweat and the fact he was still somehow a regular human being. She took note of the well muscled tone of his legs and the hint of what might be between them, hidden in his shorts. Claire observed what some would call the handsome ruggedness of his face. The way he smiled and waved as he ran past to continue his daily trek.
Yet there was only one thing on Claire's mind during this whole moment.
Yep. I'm definitely a full fledged lesbian werecat now, she discovered, as thoughts of Jen Decker crossed her mind once more.
Gonna have to take this one day at a time, she realized, because this will be a new experience for both of us. I understand why the old me was hesitant to experience female on female sex, but now... as Claire absentmindedly licked her lips, thinking about such things as the delicious fluid that came from Jen Decker's vaginia, the richness of the lady's fur, the softness of her breasts and how wonderful having Jen's nipples felt in Claire's mouth.
That was when Claire realized she had one hand down her pants and the other was cupping her clothes covered breasts!
She looked around to make sure no one had seen what she was doing as Claire rapidly moved to correct the situation.
DANG! Get a hold of yourself girl! Claire admonished herself, while forcing her hands away from where they were. Just because you're in love...
A smile crossed her face as Claire moved the hand that was between her legs up to sniff it.
Happy to discover there was still a trace of Jen Decker's scent, Claire looked around again to make sure no one saw her before she licked each finger of that hand totally clean.
Then Claire hurried back to her apartment to discover what else she could about being a werecat now.