A causal look over my left shoulder had a quick view of Mr. Bookman entering the arbortorium at the same door I entered but luckly failed to use for my escape. He was grumbling loudly and mentioned my name as he cursed.
I knew myself to be in trouble even if he could not find me inside the fated building. The sight of that Goat-girl had me so upset I totally forgot to ask her name. Her warning of the impending doom that I might expect from drinking the special wines and then too eating the salads, made me shiver.
Walking toward the hotel and my penthouse room I tried to think of a good way to escape and return to what was my home.
Yet ole' Bookman knew where I lived and he would without a doubt send someone to fetch me back, or make the change happen while at home. Which of the two was the worst possible I could not tell. Thinking of becoming a creature and then some brute animal did not turn me on. The passing thought of returning home would only find me soon in simular straits, then becoming an animal and sold to some breeding farm as God know's what!
Once back to my room I sat there waiting for the hammer to fall and my life to be in ruins.
I had not long to wait when a hard knocking at my door meant it was Bookman and by the quicknes of the wrap, he was angry. Getting up, I walked to the door and asked in a polite manner who it was?
"BOOKMAN !" said his booming voice from out in the hallway.
Opening the door I looked at him and then at the two security officers he had standing behind him. Bookman stepped into my room as the two officers remained outside my door.
"I told you to stay out of buildings 1 and 3, but no, you had to use your female Female Intuition! I suspect you met Alice, and no doubt have now a world of questions." said Bookman as he ended his statements huffing and puffing, being totally out of breath.
"Alice who?" I asked quickly as I had forgotten to ask the creature's name.
Building one and three are under construction, so what? I have not interest in steel sparks and sawdust! Really what's this all about?" I asked trying to look just plain innocent as new fallen snow.
Bookman stood there his face red with anger, breathing hard he was embarressed a little by almost spilling his beans.
"What's security in the hall for, I mean do you need them because there might be those around who would want to hurt you, or were they for me if I had entered the two buildings, hmmm?" I asked boldly with hands on my hips I struted about as if also angered.
Bookman backed down and with little else said he exited my room and walked on down the hall. I stood at my door watching him leave, the two guards standing behind him made him look even smaller than the opinion I had of him right then.
The hallway was not well lighted and as the three of them turned the corner toward the elevator I had a rather silohetted view of them as they waited the elevator's return to my floor.
Bookman looked like he had mentioned before, a well formed man looking like some body builder type, but much younger than his actual age of seventy two.
It was the dark shadow of his two gaurds that made me stare. They too, were large men and well muscled but with their dark outline I spied what had to be their boney tails poked out into the open and above the waistband of the trousers. The long appenages swung like those of some cow or bull. As they moved to the elevator their swaying stopped and each became more rigid.
Shutting the door I was so worked up I was ready to scream and run.
Mumbling to myself on how stupid it was for me to stay there and maybe end up as Alice, I stopped and saw something on the coffee table.
Bookman had stopped by the table and placed something on it while speaking his piece. I had paid little attention to this then, but now it looked rather suspicious.
Sitting on the couch I reached over and looked at the dark little cube. It had a covering of thousands of little holes all of which reminded me of a microphone.
Indeed it would be to his best interest to listen to any of my private conversations, or be babbling about maybe Alice. Now with this last straw I needed to exit the hotel and make my way back into the public places or even to home.
Soon enough my bag was packed and I thought to leave by the service elevator. Just halfway to the door I thought of using the bathroom before trying to make my escape.
Walking into the darkened, windowless room the heat of my body made the light flick on. A quick yank down of slacks and panties I was half way to the toilet seat when in the large mirror I caught sight of my pouty cute rear.
Jutting out from above my ass crack was this four inch long shaft. All rigid it was stuck out like that, pink skinned, but part of me.
Holding my pose I stared at the thing!
Thinking a little about it and the one Alice was adorned with made the thing move. Soon enough it moved more of when I had any thought be it fear or delight.
Time seemed top drift along as I stood there looking and as much touching this new part of me. It was the touching which made me stand there half naked before the mirror and just eye this, my tail.
It was well into the night when I gained a split second of rational thought. Thinking of my plan to leave I was standing instead before the full length mirror now totally naked and eyeing my form. I had no memory of doing it, but was standing there eyeing my nice body and on the bathroom counter stood four bottles of the Bookman Wine, all drained and drunk.
Moving slowly I turned toward the mirror and looked at my face quite closely. My eyes seemed larger if it was possible. The bridge of my nose was wider, as nostrils looked broader too. My lips quivered as I touched them finding they were thicker and more almost like those of some grazing type of animal.
A shashey of my rear made me take a quick breath. The short boney appendage was now more than a foot long and was sprouting short hairs.
On the bathroom counter was a card that had a bold written title, "The B-Flu Season".
In almost a humoristic way it told of the oncoming signs of getting this Flu bug. I read it slowly and my tail wagged side to side.
After its reading I looked at me and tried to cry out in the mental anguish of a woman caught in a horrid situation. Instead what issued out of my big mouth was nothing less than the scream of some tortued animal.