Finally she got to his house. She pulled into the driveway, then grabbed up the phone.
I'm here.
kay
door's unlocked
u know where my room is?
Yeah?
come str8 in
Shari gathered her things, then headed up the path from the driveway to the porch. She opened the door and stepped into the front room. Tim's parents sat on the couch, watching television.
"Yo Shari, that you?" Mr. Barton turned his head, doing a double-take at the tall culpeo morph standing in his doorway. "God... is that you?"
"No, I'm not God," he joked, then put her hand over her mouth, blushing under her fur. She would never have been that confident before! But Mr. Barton seemed to think it was funny, if his chuckle was any indication.
"Okay young man... dog... fox. Tim's in his room."
"Her room," corrected his wife. She also glanced at Shari. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. Meanwhile, Shari's ears perked in her own surprise.
"Th-thanks." "HER room?" Don't tell me Tim also got gender-swapped!
She flew through the house, still remembering the layout despite it having been years since she was last here. She reached for the handle of Tim's door, only to find it swinging inward.
"H-hi, Shari..."
Standing before the male culpeo was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. About his height, Tim was a very female jackal morph, completely naked. Unlike him, she still had hair, Tim's rather lacklustre dark mop having turned into a river of lustrous black that fell behind her shoulders. She had a silky coat of red and white, almost like a fox. In fact she looked very like a red fox in her slim muzzle and beautiful medium-large ears; but her gloves and stockings were white instead of black, and her tail was a bit shorter, and half of it was black as well.
A band of red fur wrapped around her lower throat, growing darker across her shoulders; then a band of white marked her collarbone, and beneath that a contoured line of black heralded the first swell of her breasts.
Those breasts... A strange hunger swept through Shari as he looked at him, his maleness swelling again in his boxers. So full, so round... And so many! Her top pair, DD at least, would have made the bustiest girl at school jealous, but she had two more pairs below that, slightly smaller, but just as round with the promise of pleasure and life-giving milk.
...Wish I had had a pair like that... But he wished far more to touch them. To grab them. Maybe even suckle them. The fact that she had more than the regulation number for a human was noted, but heck he didn't mind. More to fondle.
And below them, her waist narrowed enough to set off her wide hips, which filled out nicely to match her bust. Making Shari wonder what she'd look like from behind. He could just see, nestled in her white thighs, a female clit and a suspiciously swollen mound.
"Wooow," he breathed. "You're... beautiful, Tim..." He coughed, realising he had been staring. And realising too that he was fully erect again. But Tim looked really happy.
"I'm... really glad you think so! You look... really good, too..." The jackal morph stepped back and to the side. "Come in. Do you... do you know what I am? Wow, your tail is so big and fluffy..."
Shari brushed the appendage up against the new femme, making her giggle at the feeling of a stranger's fluff on her belly. Shari surveyed the room, taking in the scent of human boy and female jackal. A very strong scent for someone who'd only just turned. The throbbing in her cock seemed to confirm that Tim had had a similar experience to her own, cumming in the throes of transformation.
She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. Unsure if she should apologise for her uncontrollable hard-on.
"You can sit on the bed."
"Thanks." She walked over and took a sit. "And to answer your question... I think you're an Ethiopian jackal...ess."
"A jackaless?" Tim giggled, stretching her arms out to either side, turning her hands over to admire them. Shari watched, mesmerised. "I like that." Then, as the red jackal swayed her hips to one side, putting her left hand on the curve and the right behind her head, Shari realised -- She's putting on a show!
"Uhhhhh, Tim...?"
The jackal yelped as if caught doing something naughty, straightening like a poker and folding her hands behind her back.
"Sorry! I-I didn't mean... I mean, um..." More quietly she said, "I've never thought about being a girl... much... but it feels so great. I've got all the curves that I ever wanted --more -- and this fur makes me look so sexy. Don't you think?"
"...Yeah." It wasn't really the fur that made her look sexy, but Shari wasn't sure how to say what was really on her mind. Part of her, a bit of old feminine psyche, was bubbling with envy. Why does SHE get to flaunt herself? She shook her head.
"So... what did you want to talk about? I mean..." She waved at the jackal. "You could have just texted a photo."
"Oh." Tim's ears dipped in embarrassment. "I, um, actually didn't think of that. When you said you'd become a guy, um..." She cleared her throat. Unconsciously Shari noticed a spike in the odour of female wafting from her.
"M-maybe we could... study together? Work on the report... We're supposed to be learning about... about our bodies, right?"
Shari certainly knew he wanted to learn more about Tim's body. But... did she really...? Maybe it would be better if we held off for now...