Transgender Werewolf

I flopped into bed; my aching body feeling more & stiff than it’d felt in years. I thought a hot shower would help, but now I was just overheating. My skin felt sticky as sweat drenched my sheets. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy, if at all, tonight.

I groaned as I turned my gaze to the window. The full moon’s rays bathing my body was accompanied by something I didn’t expect. A woman’s voice?

No. Not quite a woman, but something feminine. I couldn’t understand it. My heart raced as I shot my eyes around the room, panicking by the thought of an intruder.

My body was so hot. My breathing heavy. I didn’t pay it any mind as my adrenaline pumped. Then again.

The feminine voice louder. Clearer. Yet still garbled.

“M…e”

What was it trying to say? Where was the source of the voice?! It seemed so close; Like it was being whispered directly into my ear, but nobody was there.

My muscles and body spasmed as I felt my voice catch in my throat. Then from my own body, my own lips, the voice emerged clearly.

“MATE!”

My hand shot over my mouth. What the fuck just happened?! Why did I just say that?! Why did I SOUND like that?!

I didn’t receive an answer. All I got was another wave of spasms throughout my body as I felt my vocal cords let loose a growl.

My body. Was. On. Fire.

It felt like my innards were shifting. Was I dying? I looked down to frighteningly realize I might’ve been right. My body WAS shifting. My chest, though never the peak masculine image of sculpted muscles, was always distinctly male.

But now? They looked soft. Budding. Almost like…

Another wave wracked my body, and a quiet whimper than droned into a small howl escaped me. I regained focus and looked down once more to see them. It was undeniable. My… breasts had gotten bigger. And the distinct growth of fur had begun. I was changing.

Another spasm. A twinge of pleasure and pain in my groin; A swelling pressure in my ass; A sensitivity in my new chesticles; And like my mouth was being pulled & stretched forward.

My jaw cracked and shifted, elongating and growing. My teeth, while never perfect, grew and sharpened into points.

The pain was agonizing.

The pleasure was intense.

I was changing. I was becoming something else. Something monstrous. Something female.

My ears were next, shifting up and taking on a pointed shape.

Then came my tail. The pressure in my ass grew until something emerged with a slick squelch.

I tried to cry out, but my voice and body were no longer my own. I clenched the bedsheets to try and wrest back control, but it was a losing fight. She was breaking free. She was waking up. I don’t even know who SHE is, but it’s like I know my relationship with her. That it’s HER turn tonight. That she wants to mate.

My eyes. Were they glowing? It must be my imagination. They looked golden. My body was hairier than before, and the hairs were longer and softer. My fingers grew, and my nails morphed into claws. My body was shifting & growing.

My clothes were gone.

My breasts were big.

My nipples hard.

My ass firm and round.

My pussy dripping.

I’m no longer me. I’m her. And I know EXACTLY what I want, even if I don’t want to admit it.

I have to mate.

The transformation was complete. Or as complete as it needed to be for what I needed. The night was young, and my mate awaited.

The window was open, and the moonlight bathed me as I howled into the night. I was ready to run. To hunt. To fuck.

The woods were mine. The trees were my guide. And before the night was out, I knew I’d have my fill…