Rachel quietly sat in her creative writing class. She tapped her pencil a bit against the desk as the professor spoke to the class. She was still getting used to all the smells from her new werecat self, she could smell a few other weres in the class, which was distracting her a bit. She glanced next to her where a black girl was stealing occasional glances at her. From the smell of her, she could tell she was another werecat, which somehow just distracted her more.
Rachel shifted a bit uncomfortably, trying not to stare at the other werecat. She could feel the now familiar itch of her fur starting to grow, feeling a bit of discomfort between her legs. While the more involuntary transformation wasn't anything new, that sensation was. Something about being this close to another werecat was driving her wild.
She shivered a little bit as she got up and started to run for the door.
"Miss. Covaks, are you alright?" The Professor asked.
"Uh... I just, need to get to the bathroom..." She said as she pushed the door open and headed outside. "I'll be right back, I promise."
She headed down the hallways and opened the door to the ladies room. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were already turning feline as her fur was starting to grow up her body. She felt a discomfort as her growing tail pressed against the back of her jeans, cursing herself for not thinking about that. She had been around other weres a lot today, but somehow being close to that girl had triggered her transformation more than she had expected. She finally unbuttoned her pants and went into the stall, letting her jeans and panties fall down to the ground as her tail was fully formed and her transformation finished.
"What the Hell was that..." she said quietly to herself, wishing that she had thought of the possibility of transforming today. She imagined the other girl between her legs, feeling the heat rising a bit as she did. She sat down on the toilet, trying to resist the urges going through her mind at the moment just as the door opened.
"Are you okay?" A girl's voice said. Rachel let out an eep when she realized it was the same girl that she had been sitting next to. "Professor Miller asked me to come check on you."
"I'm okay," Rachel said uncomfortably. "I'm just... umm..."
"Oh... oh god... I'm sorry..." the girl said, a bit sheepishly when she realized what happened. "You're still new, aren't you? So you aren't used to werecat pheromones."
Rachel looked up finally as she could barely make the girl out through the crack in the stall door. She did look worried about her, but that still made Rachel feel weird. Pheromones certainly explained the feelings she was having all of a sudden, she shook her head and finally was able to speak again. "I wasn't exactly turned under normal circumstances, so all of this is still something I'm getting used to."
"Oh... I'm sorry," the girl said. "My name is Monique, if you, need anything, you know... or just need to talk, you can ask me," she said in a reassuring tone. "I've been a werecat all my life, I guess sometimes I take that for granted. I should've realized that..."
"It's okay, I didn't even know it would happen myself," Rachel said, trying to pull her panties and jeans back on, but her tail was getting in the way. She tried to transform back, but something was keeping her from doing it. "Umm... I'm in kind of an awkward position in here..."
"I'll leave, just give it a few minutes and it should wear off," Monique said.
"Wait..." Rachel said.