When Karen Charleston re-entered Tara Strange's cabin, she found her parents basically where they were, but something was a bit different now.
Her father Moe kept staring at the spot where Abbigale Tyeree had stripped and assumed her werelioness fursona, while her mother Nichole's attention was buried back in the guide book that Samantha Twist had given Karen to help her decide what kind of were she wanted to be.
"Mom? Dad?" Karen said.
"Hmm? What?" her father Moe said, coming back from wherever his thoughts had taken him, as Nichole simply peered up from the book.
"I've made my decision," announced Karen.
"Already?" said her mother, puzzled. "The werelioness just left."
"Well, I already knew what I was leaning toward, but I needed to keep my promise to you and talk to everyone on my list before making it final," explained Karen.
"Okay," said Nichole, putting the guide book aside for the moment. "What is it going to be?"
"I've... decided to become a weretigress," revealed Karen.
This, while in and of itself was true because weretigress was among her top two choices, it wasn't the whole truth. For Karen was already on her way to joining were society. She just didn't want her parents finding out about her forays into the woods over the past two nights resulting in the fact that she was already starting her first transformation.
"Were... tigress," said Nichole, reopening the guide book to flip to that entry.
Moe looked over his wife's shoulder as they read the weretigress data together.
When they finished, Moe looked at his only daughter and said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes dad," replied Karen, resisting the urge to scratch the patch of fur that was already growing on the small of her back.
"According to what I've read in here," began her mother, indicating the book, "while I still don't understand why there isn't any for the men, what about your species specific birth control pills? As much as your father and I would love to be grandparents some day, we certainly don't want to have grandchildren in our lives now."
"Tara's going to get me some and bring them back as soon as she can," lied Karen, knowing there was a bottle already in her possession, hidden on her person. "As soon as she comes back I'll take one, and then figured that after dark I can go out into the woods, find a weretiger and—"
"WHAT?" exclaimed her father.
"Is there something wrong dad?" asked Karen, worried that her impromptu plan was falling apart.
"It's just that... That is..." he stuttered.
"We didn't think it would be so soon," explained her mother. "After all, according to this book, the most common way to join were society is to..."
"I think I can handle it," promised Karen, thinking about how Rich's cock tasted and how it might feel doing what needed to be done.
"There's no formal induction ceremony? Like at a lodge or pride meeting?" asked Moe.
"Not every group has something like that dear," explained Nichole, indicating the guide book that he has yet to read.
"But to just pick some guy at random?" asked Moe, staring intently at Karen.
"I'm not sure how to get in touch with the weretiger that Peter helped me meet. Besides, from all the noises we've been hearing out in the woods at night, I'm sure there will be some there," said Karen, thinking of Rich.
Moe and Nichole Charleston stared at each other. There seemed to be like a million things they wanted to say or do in this situation.
Finally, his wife broke the silence.
"Our little girl is growing up dear," Nichole solemnly said to her husband, trying to keep from crying. "With everything going on because of the Gambonis, we've lost track of the fact that Karen is approaching adulthood. She's kept her end of our agreement, and now we need to keep ours to trust in Karen and that she's doing the right thing for the right reasons both for herself and her future."
All Moe could do was just nod his head in agreement.
Then, to Karen's surprise, her parents stood up and embraced her in a group hug.
Careful! Don't find out the truth! PLEASE! Karen silently pleaded, afraid her parents might feel either the fur on her back or the pill bottle in her pocket.