Jasmine felt wonderfully girly, even as she was gnawing at the bone of a wild boar she and Laurie had scavenged from an bearmorph's kill. Jasmine had always been a fantasy for Jason--he was a big man, unable to convincingly present as a woman. If the only woman he could be had red fur and a brush, that meant little in comparison with the chance to be and to be treated as a feminine female. Jasmine was proud that even Hannah, whose ability to spot transgendered anthros was legendary, hadn't clocked her.
"So what are you going to do today, dear?" Laurie asked.
"I'm going to go with Mike and the guys to explore along the north boundary." Jasmine answered. Mike was a young foxmorph and the leader of a gang of young male and female foxmorphs--some teenagers who visited the park, others like Jasmine who had taken on younger forms. Jasmine loved to flirt with him--like everyone except Laurie, he did not know her previous gender. Lately, though, she had thought things might be getting more serious. Two days ago, she had let him play with her breasts, and it had felt very good indeed.
Jasmine didn't know what to think about that. Being Jasmine was wonderful fun, but she knew that in a few weeks her vacation would be over and it would be back to Jason's life. She loved Laurie, and she didn't mind being Jason if Jasmine was allowed to peek out occasionally. But she really liked being treated as Mike's girlfriend. The fantasy of actually having sex with him was more and more prominent in her mind. Mike himself, although he respected her, was growing more insistent. Yesterday, hidden from Laurie and Mike, Jasmine had eaten her first handful of contraceptive berries. Just in case, she thought, just in case.
She heard the cheerful yips of a group of young foxmorphs approaching. "Gotta run, ma, uh, gotta run, Laurie" she said as she hurried to meet her friends.