Holding out
Philip shuddered as she heard another howl outside, still clutching tearfully to Wendy.
"Sounded like it was around Old Main, near the Administration building," Penny commented, "but it's damned scary that my hearing's good enough to tell that.
Susan nodded solemnly. It worried her, too. It'd become evident that each of them had changed as far as they would without howling. They were a matching set, equally shaggy, all bearing tails, a quartet in eclectic colours.
Each howl they heard was salt rubbed in their wounded resolve. It'd be so easy to just give in and ride the wave of the change, to belong to the sisterhood fully.
Philip was taking it the hardest, partly because of her outburst of anger, and partly because her thoughts kept straying to her memories of watching Laura change. Laura was with the pack, she knew. If she gave in, she could go to her.
"It's so hard," she said, gritting her teeth.
"Shh," Wendy reassured, "I know it is. Just hang on. Dawn isn't far away..."
Morning's light came, and the four welcomed the start of their weekend. Wendy was relieved to have not woken up back in her dorm room, and she, Susan, and Penny started to get dressed.
Philip awoke woozily, cursing a blue streak when she realized that she was still female. She looked a little younger than she did as a man, but not too much. The explaination was discovered when she found her clothes, and was punctuated with a fresh round of swearing.
"Fuck! Women's jeans, women's underwear, it's all changed!"
"At least it'll fit you," Penny snickered.
Philip dressed akwardly with a little help from the other girls at first, but halfway through it seemed like she'd been doing it all her life. Sitting, she groped on the ground for her key lanyard. As she laid her hand on it, there was a new eruption of profanity.
"These aren't my keys!"
Wendy sighed and spoke, "but they are. Check the student ID that replaced your press pass."
"Sweet baby black Jesus! Phoebe Reardon, President of the A/V club, Junior Year. I'm 20 again, underage. Damn my luck!"
"Check the keys," Wendy continued, "it's all there. A/V cabinets, mailbox, dorm room, you probably even have a roommate."
The two raver girls couldn't help breaking out laughing again at Philip, now indubitably Phoebe's misfortune. They walked out of the building, overhearing on someone's car radio about someone named James Greyson going missing. The girl in the car changed it to the campus station, and they heard a snippet of the new guest-lecturer, Shiela McCoy, being interviewed as they walked onto the main quad.
Susan finally spared Phoebe's pride by changing the subject.
"So, what do we do now?"
"Well, we've got the weekend to figure this out, before you two have to go home. Phoebe might be here for the duration, but you two won't be back until the fall, and that's a lot of 'monthly visitors' for your family to deal with."
Penny giggled at the thought of that, but the other three shot her dirty looks.
"First things first, then?" Susan asked.
"First things first," Wendy said, "Phoebe should go back to her dorm room and meet her roomie for the first time. We should probably check in with Carla too, just so nobody gets suspcicious..."
What do you do now?
Legend: Nudity, Self pleasure male, M/M Sex, M/F Sex, F/F Sex, Self pleasure female, Sex beyond any of the above, Violence