"Wanna go back to my place?" I asked, getting a quick nod in return. We walked casually,
holding hands as we wandered the city streets. My house was a good mile and a half from the bus stop, so the
walk took a bit of time. I didn't mind, though. It was nice having someone touch me and be that sort of girl
that I'd wanted but never scored. I mean..I'd had girlfriends before, but they never felt right, at least not
THIS right. A mild pang of guilt went through my brain...this wasn't real, was it?
She hadn't noticed me until I'd made my wish. She hadn't been a lesbian until I'd made my
wish. She hadn't been attracted to me, until I'd made my wish. The ring had incredible power, but was what I
was doing the right thing? Was it fair? I'd altered this girl's destiny, hadn't I? It was really amazing how
it had altered things. She didn't even notice. As far as I could tell, in her mind, this was how things always
had been or should be. So WAS I doing any harm to anyone?
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked. I realized we'd been walking in silence as I'd fallen
into introspection.
"Just how awesome this day has become," I replied. It wasn't a lie. This was an awesome day.
Well, at least for me...I think. We got to my house, and another silent wish made sure that my parents
wouldn't be home. A second ensured that they wouldn't return home until I specifically wished for it. I had no
intention of wishing my parents away for good. I love my folks; they're practically more than I could ask for.
I came out to them when I was fifteen, and they've been nothing but supportive. They've even attended a couple
of rights rallies with me. I wouldn't trade them for the world, because I've seen how horrid it can be for a
gay or lesbian kid if their parents don't accept them. Still, I don't want them around. I'd get in deep shit
for skipping school, and well...I don't want them catching me fucking Alicia..because I DO plan on having some
awesome sex, and don't need to be interrupted.
My house is a modest two level thing, with the bedrooms on the second floor. We're distinctly
middle class. I'm not ashamed of it; I've never really wanted for anything, at least not in terms of things I
needed. I've always had new clothes, a full stomach, and a roof over my head. I led Alicia up to my room, and
then freeze-my room is a MESS. I rarely clean it because I rarely have company...but this is bad, even for me.
I hurredly clean up the clothes that lay scattered on the floor and toss them into the hamper.
Alicia, looking only mildly off-put surveys my room. The walls are covered in posters of wolves and
werewolves, and a couple horror movie posters. She wanders over toward my computer desk, and sees a couple of
stray pictures I've printed out...and they're far from 'conventional'...in fact, they're comic sequences of
women turning into werewolves, and they're very explicit. "Oh.." Alicia says, looking quite uncomfortable now.
"You're REALLY into werewolves, huh?"
To say I'm really into werewolves is an understatement, and that's probably the biggest reason I'm
almost perpetually single. Female werewolves are my ultimate sexual fantasy, both to be with one and to be
one. I can't help it; I've been this way since before I understood that I was a lesbian. I'm a member of
practically every werewolf group out there on the internet, from Yahoo to Deviantart and Furaffinity. Don't
get me wrong, I've never looked at a dog or wolf of either gender and gotten turned on. Hell, most of the
anthro wolves don't do a thing for me either. But a woman turning into an anthro or dire wolf? Fuck, THAT does
it for me.
I'm glad she isn't on my computer-I've got gigs of photomanips, stories, and cartoon artwork of girls
changing. One of my youtube playlist is nothing but female werewolf transformations. My most-viewed DVD's are
werewolf movies, and I can tell you the exact second the change scene happens because I've queued up those
scenes so frequently. Every night before I go to sleep, I get myself off at least once while either watching
the videos or fantasizing about a movie star or friend or crush fucking me and changing.
I've told a couple of girls that I dated about my fantasy...and they inevitably do exactly what
Alicia's doing when they realize that I'm not joking. It freaks them out. They think I want to try
beastiality, and that can't be further from the case. They think I'm a furry, and that can't be further from
the truth. But it doesn't matter. They never listen to the explanations, and then we drift apart awkwardly.
I've learned to keep that fantasy to myself. When I'm with a girl, I close my eyes and try to get
lost in the fantasy. Sometimes it works..they'll manage to get really deep with their tongue, and I'll think
it's them gaining a muzzle. Their hair will fall just right, and it'll look like their ears are pointed.
They'll drag nails at just the right time, and I'll think they're getting claws. On the rare occasions that it
happens, I'll cum hard..REALLY hard. I squirt. Then I'll open my eyes, and they're just human. They can't be
my fantasy, because my fantasy doesn't exist. And then I'm the one getting distant. I'm unable to explain why,
because it would just sound insane if they asked "What's wrong?" and I reply "You can't shapeshift."
So when Alicia reacts the way she does, asking the question that inevitably means that she's worried
I'm a sick bitch, I simply reply, "Yeah..you could say that." Goddamnit...why can't I have what I want, just
this time? And then I remember the ring. I can have EXACTLY what I want.
"Uhh...make yourself comfortable," I tell her. "I have to run to the bathroom."