"I'm not like you!" snapped Heather, "I...I..I'm not a monster!" Heather leapt off the couch, heading for her bedroom, slamming the door behind her, locking it. She buried her head in her pillow, clutching a stuffed bear to her tightly. She couldn't be this...she couldn't be this....could she?
Tears welled in her eyes as she considered the possibilities: Either her mom was lying, or she was telling the truth, or she was misinformed. Yes, she had to be misinformed, that was it, her mom and Dita's had been mistakenly told that their daughters would be werewolves too.
Still...Heather had to admit that her mom had been dead on when she guessed her reaction to the video, she HAD felt a deep warmth inside her, she DID feel aroused. She whimpered, thinking that if her mother was right about that, and her mother was a werewolf...
No!
"Think about something else," she told herself, "think about something else." She might as well have told herself to flap her arms and fly to the moon for all the effect that admonition had. She breathed deeply and shakily, sitting up. She got up and went to the bathroom, disrobing and filling the tub with warm water. Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to conjure an image of the little body she saw changing into a wolfen monster.
She was horrified as she felt a familiar heat arise in her loins. No, she couldn't see herself changing, but the arousal was undeniable. Heather gasped as she felt her vagina shudder on its own volition. Unable to resist, she plunged her hand into the lush growth of hair between her legs, finding the moist center, with an intense orgasm shortly after. Conflicting sensations of fear and pleasure washed over her. Heather desperately tried to avoid the acceptance of what her mother had told her...but it was already looking more likely. Heather shook her head to clear it then lowered herself into the warm water. Twenty minutes later she crawled into bed, shaken and frightened.
Seconds later, or so it seemed, her alarm clock was ringing. She showered and dressed, checking her schedule. Economic test today, she noted, and a physics test on Friday. "Oh, and talk to mom about being a werewolf," she remembered nervously.
"I figured you would be in the mood for a light breakfast after what I put you through last night," said Debra.