Charlene was puzzled when she got home from work that evening. Usually Jennifer came running out to give her daddy a hug, but she was nowhere to be seen and Angie was standing in the front room with a serious expression on her face.
"Where's Jennifer?" Charlene asked.
"She's sleeping over at a friend's tonight." Angie answered. "You and I need some time to talk."
Charlene's heart sank. *This is it, she's leaving me* the foxgirl thought. What she heard and saw next was completely unexpected.
"Your friend Keiko was here--she's sorry she didn't have time to stay and see you, but she left something." Angie brought out a small pendant and put it around her neck, taking a quick glance at the clock. 6:19.
Angie told the story of her talk with Keiko, but Charlene found it hard to pay attention, fixed as her attention was on the changes her wife's body was undergoing. A wave of red hair covered her smooth skin, while her face drew forward into a muzzle like Charlene's own. Could it be? Her breasts seemed to melt away onto a lean, muscular chest. A magnificent brush grew from her rear end, while a somewhat smaller protuberance emerged in front. Charlene caught the scent of an enchanting, unmistakably male musk. She heard Angie gasp.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Angie answered. "It's just that I always wondered why men were so fascinated with breasts. And now I know."
Charlene felt the release of a pent-up flood of real and passionate sexual desire as a foxgirl, not the mechanical submissiveness of Karther's concubines. And desire was joined with love. She unbuttoned her top, noting the rapt attention Angie was devoting to her every move. She responded "Well, why don't we get better acquainted?" Charlene squealed in delight as she felt herself being swept up in the powerful arms of her former wife, now husband, and carried to the bedroom.