Your ears tug back as if sensitive to the melodious chorus of howls that sing in the primal fantasy of your mind, licking lips as you clench your teeth and peel back your lips freeing a feral growl that has been suppressed within you throat for far too long. Your fingers grow anxious kneading your clothes feverishly, losing patience as you can't fight the need to be bare in your own skin any longer.
Your nails are rather sharp, groomed or naturally grown, wild aggression of the animal you feel strongly connected to surging intensely causing tears upon your clothes. The act of ripping your apparel apart stokes the beast surfacing within, fingers dig madly at the center of your shirt with your nails slicing the fabric down the middle; a rough bark escaping your hanging maw as your hastily peel back your garment baring your bulbous chest. A part of you regrets ruining your clothes knowing how much it is going to cost to replace them, but you've stumbled too far down this road enthralled by the feral nature overcoming your senses. Smiling; you frantically snap your bra off and let your supple pillows hang exposed, growling in fierce relief.
You waste little time wrestling out of your pants prying the button and zipper nearly snapping the brass, wiggling your rump as you pull your garments down to your ankle yearning your nudity immediately. You step away from the pile tip toeing as you slip into a beastly posture, tongue lolling into a heated pant as your slouch and hold your elbows against your sides hanging your limp hands out. You feel it, the feral rush taking over; the animal dominating your mind. Your body burns, your muscles tense, your bones ache; if you didn't know any better you feel like you could actually be changing into a beast.
And that would fine. You feel aroused; alive, comfortable when you are safe to feel like the alpha bitch you are. It doesn't bother you much anymore what your neighbors might think as you snap your head back and howl letting out your frustrations and rapture in one triumphant song.
This behavior; embracing this wolfish nature...how can it feel so good that you would entertain the idea of wishing you could transform into one like those stories you are fond of? You glance back to your laptop nearly forgetting your earlier proposed activity, wondering if you didn't need to read other people's fantasies anymore confident to produce a lovely daydream of your own.