Virginia McCoy walked her way home after leaving the Jenkins house. She could hear the various noises from the woods that would be typical for an evening in Moon Lake. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the front door to her home before stepping inside. She gave a sigh as she realized that her time being alone was near an end. She walked to the desk and reviewed some paperwork.
Most of the paperwork she reviewed was about the academic meet that Moon Lake was going to be hosting. A pit formed in her stomach as she continued to look through the paperwork. Moon Lake typically hosted meets a few times a year, and every time is always a risk. Having strangers come into town was always a risk that the secret could leak out. Or worse yet, a stranger being accidentally turned into a were. Moon Lake High School was unusual in that it didn't participate in any of the sports programs that would be typical in any high school. Everyone in Moon Lake knew the reason why the school didn't participate. Weres, even teenage weres, would outclass just about every normal physically, and an athletic program in Moon Lake would attract far more attention than anyone in Moon Lake would feel comfortable. Yet, having no extracurricular activities would also be too unusual and would invite questions from those outside of Moon Lake. The academic team was allowed in part to help alleviate this concern and to help maintain the secret.
Yet, even having outsiders come in and visit the school brought its own risks, and the faculty had to exercise some policies to keep that secret and prevent accidental turning. Some of these policies include wearing gloves to prevent accidental scratching, limiting contact with visitors and the general student body, and making sure that visitors left Moon Lake well before sunset. Virginia briefed the academic team on these policies, and she'd have to review these policies with the academic team to ensure that they know what's required of them. Having these visitors come to Moon Lake was risky, but not having visitors would be too dangerous as well.
After reviewing her notes, she spotted her copy of the wedding application. She smiled as she held up the piece of paper and studied it a bit. It seemed all too unreal that she was going to marry Harold, but the paper she held revealed the reality. She was going to be Mrs. Virginia Jenkins soon, and she giggled at the thought. Ever since she turned into a weretiger, this was the first time that she felt this connection with someone else, and it made her happy. She couldn't wait till Saturday when the two of them could make it official. She picked up her bottle of birth control pills and a different question went through her mind. Should she take the bottle with her and hold off on having children, or should she just leave it as she went on the honeymoon with her then husband? It was a small debate she held in her mind as she asked the question of being ready to be a mother.
She took a breath and decided that this was a question for a different time as she stood up and started to head to the bathroom. As she walked, she lifted her shirt up and off of her body, shaking her hair as she freed it from the shirt. She unlatched her bra, letting it slip off her body and freeing her bountiful breasts into the open air. She took a breath, feeling her body free of the restrictive clothing. As she walked into her bathroom, she slipped her pants down followed by her panties. She stood naked before her mirror as she picked up her toothbrush to brush her teeth. After a couple of minutes of brushing, she rinsed out her toothbrush and her mouth before heading to the bedroom. As she walked to the bedroom, she shifted to her weretiger fursona. She laid down on her bed, enjoying the feel of the sheets against her fur. She rested her head on the pillow, and it wasn't long before she fell asleep.