Nicole's Story
Well, it's taken some doings, but I think Jenna's gonna be just fine now. She learned how to control the change, so she doesn't have to run out of the classroom every time she thinks she turning into a werewolf. At least once a week after school, we all get together and talk stuff. We don't always change into our animal forms, but when we do, it gets all crazy. Lise always talks about how she's almost "done it" with her boyfriend but couldn't handle the change whenever she's having a little too much fun. Rachel likes to try out the "coolest" clothes when she's a foot taller and has fur all over her body. She likes to look at herself in front of a full-view mirror. Michelle, on the other hand, likes everyone else to go jogging with her in the forest when we're all werewolves, 'cause she always loves to try out her enhanced athletic abilities when she's her animal self. Sometimes I wonder how we all got together in the first place. Heh. At least I know that Jenna's in good hands. Heaven knows what I had to go through alone.
Oh, I never told you about that first time, did I? No, I guess not. I'm sure you want to know how a girl like me found out when she was a werewolf, right?
OK, OK, it all happened when I was in eighth grade. I must've had a good childhood, because I barely remember much of anything that happened before high school. They call it infantile amnesia. Well, I must've had it until I was thirteen. But anyways...
In eighth grade, I got with a boy in my class named Mark. He was a very sweet guy, had the looks, too. We went on dates every other weekend. Took me to the movies one Saturday, went to the annual carnival down by the beach the next. It was a blast, just a trip going out with him all the time. He's a great guy and all, but we never did anything more passionate than kiss every now and then.
Until one day, he didn't something majorly unexpected.
"I need help in math," Mark said to me one day in school.
"You mean for that test Friday?" I said back.
"Yeah. Can you tutor me tomorrow?"
"Sure. Just tell me when and where."
"After school. My house. My parents are on a business trip, so you can...tutor me all night." Not expecting a response, he ran off to the next class.
Leaving me turning red. He did NOT suggest what I thought he was suggesting, was he? I mean, what was he thinking? Asking a thirteen-year old girl like me to go all the way with him! He must've been out of his mind!
So I went.
I mean, he needed help...with math. Right?
For an hour or two there, I was almost becoming disappointed. Mark and I ACTUALLY did math. He REALLY needed help with math! For two whole hours he didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Well, I guess it was out of the ordinary; I was expecting us to make out on the living room floor!
Hey, I was in puberty, what do you expect from me?
It was getting dark outside when we got to doing some of the tougher algebra stuff.
"So," Mark said, "If I cross-multiply the two fractions, I can get both variables on each side and then I can solve for x?"
"Yeah, try it."
After he finished that last problem on the page, he did something when I was completely off-guard. He closed his book and said, "OK, we're done. Now we can have some fun."
I let out a noise when he jumped at me and touched my lips with his. Next thing I knew, I took him to the couch and I was running my hands up and down his back as we locked lips. I have never shown so much passion for Mark before that particular time. It was a new stage in our relationship.
Then another unexpected thing happened. I was just about to explode with emotions when my skin started to tingle. It was a funny feeling, and I didn't mind it at all. I just kept on making out with Mark, and wondering whether I should take off my clothes or something. Looking back, I think I should have. But I didn't want to go too far with Mark, at least not yet. So like I said, I ignored the itch, that is, until it turned into a burning sensation. "What is going on?" I thought to myself then.
Suddenly, Mark pulled away. "OW!" he said as he put his finger on his tongue. He looked at his finger, which had a drop of blood on it, "You bit me!"
I didn't know why I did that, but I didn't care because I was tending to something else. When he pushed himself from me, I began to scratch my chest, which was extremely itchy and burning like it was on fire.
"Nicole!" Mark yelled. He was pointing at my arm. It was unbelievable. I looked at my left arm in horror. Hair was sprouting all over it like crazy. I tried to scream, but the pain was becoming so unbearable that I passed out on Mark's couch.
It wasn't more than five minutes that I was out. When I came to, I felt like a had this major headache. I opened my eyes and there was Mark, leaning over me. He had this shocked look on his face, like he'd seen a ghost or something. "Mark?" I whispered softly. But something was wrong. That wasn't my voice. It sounded...deeper and more, oh you can't describe these things.
"A-A-Are you OK?" Mark replied. He was trembling.
"What's wrong? What's going on?"
"I think...you should take a look," he said before placing a pocket mirror in front of me. I looked in, but I didn't see me looking back. What was in the mirror was a wolf! It had brown hair all over its face, yellow eyes that glowed even in light, and a snout with a black, wet nose! The strangest thing about it is that was me I was looking at! Me! My jaw dropped, revealing sharp, pointed fangs and teeth.
"This is not happening," I said. But I looked down at myself and it was true. Underneath my clothing, which by now was shredded into pieces, was a dark patch of thick brown fur. My arms were all swelled up with - muscles I guess - and more fur extending all the way down to the back of my hand. And my nails had become twice as long as it was before! "I'm a...I'm a..."
"A werewolf?" Mark finished my sentence. And yes, I was - am - a werewolf. I slowly stood up, and my feet made a banging sound as it hit the floor. I didn't anticipate all the added mass I gained. I looked down at Mark. I was towering over him now. He still stood there shaking. He had wet his pants looking at me. Hell, I would've if I was him. Who'd have thought that the person you were almost about to make love to turned into a werewolf?
"Is...Is that you in there?" Mark asked me.
"I think so...yeah."
"So you're not...going to eat me or something, right?" Now he was just being dumb.
"I'm not gonna eat you!"
"Oh man, Mom always told me about having strange girls over, but this!"
"Will you just calm down! I don't know what's going on either!"And so it went on like that. Mark went on talking nonsense for ten good minutes, while I was trying to calm him down. Imagine, me trying to help someone when I'm the one who needs help! I mean, I was the one who turned into a werewolf in the first place! Me, I didn't know what I was doing. Got this entire wave of emotions and feelings caving in on me. What do I mean? Remember when I said I wasn't gonna eat him? Well, he started to look good. And I don't mean his usual boyish looks and charm. Oh no, the idea losing my virginity at thirteen was out the window already. No, I'm talking about tearing my teeth into his skin and making dinner out of him. But that was because he was the only thing in the house that I was concerned with. And I was really hungry too. I don't gain a foot in height and thirty pounds without burning up all that fat inside of me (OK, I obsess about those things). But the period at which that little urge became a burning desire was brief. I would delay killing him for food, hoping he would feed me SOMEtime.
Essentially, I was naked. My clothes were torn to pieces and lay all across the floor. But it didn't feel that way. See, this fur that covered my entire body, it felt warm, soft. Oh yeah, my breasts peeked out from above my fur (yeah, I matured early, which was a real blow to my self-esteem in 7th grade), but I didn't seem to mind, and I guess neither did Mark, once he began to calm down a bit.
And he did gather himself up together after a half-hour or so. He even cooked for me once he did (isn't that nice? He cooked! Wish he was still around...).
"H-H-Here you go," Mark said. He was still trembling, which was starting to get to me after all this time. Though I helped him along a bit, I snarled at him out of instinct. He wet his pants - his second pair of pants - again. But by then, he was learning that he really shouldn't be afraid of me. I should be afraid of me. Who knows what will happen if this werewolf has a mood swing and acts out of instinct.
I looked down at the plate Mark handed me. "Cooked meat," I thought to myself with a fit of disgust. I was going to tell Mark that I didn't want it cooked, but I didn't want to seem any more weirder than I actually was. So I took what I was given (hey, he was nice at least). He handed me a utensil, but I ate that entire steak in three bites. It was...alright for the time.
Just then, I heard something that I didn't expect. Mark sat there chuckling at me, "Oh my, I've been dating a werewolf!"
"Well, I'm glad you find this funny! Two minutes ago you thought I was gonna kill you!"
But he kept on laughing, "OK...you didn't know that you were...you know...?"
"Absolutely not! Took me by surprise too!"
"Ha!" Then he stopped laughing and got serious with me, "So, you OK with this?"
"Not exactly. Oh Mark, I'm so confused. What'm I gonna do?"
"Don't worry about it. Mom has some clothes you can probably fit in now. It's dark outside, no one's out on a school night, I guess we can slip you by to your house. Or you can stay with me, my parents won't be here until Saturday. You can make up a story or something with your parents."
"Well well, I suppose you're coping with this little crisis of mine!"
"It's gonna take some getting used to. Uh, it's gonna take a lot getting used to! But I'm OK with it. I guess dating a normal girl is out of the question right now."
And we both laughed. For one moment, I forgot that I was weird and had fur all over my body. The next thing I knew, Mark was leaning over me, "You got some grease on your cheek."
Must've been from that steak. So he took his hand and brushed away the oil from the hairs on my face. "Your fur...it's warm."
It goes from there. Needless to say, he threw his own clothes onto the floor and we made love right there in the kitchen. I guess Mark didn't care that he was making love to an animal. Sick, but I didn't care either. We were still girlfriend and boyfriend, right? And isn't love all about accepting your partner for who he or she was after all? Boy, was it special. I don't suppose neither of us can forget that particular experience.
So, he passed his math test.
We still went out until the end of the school year. Mark was a nature guy himself, so he took me out to the forest for some hiking. Well, hiking for him, I spent my time hunting the small animals of the forest. Don't get me wrong, we still do normal stuff that other couples usually do. I promised to him that I'd try to stay my normal self during those dates. And I kept my promise...most of the time. That's another story.
And Mark? Oh, he left town and went elsewhere because of his parents and work and stuff. But he'll never forget me. I've got the claw marks on his back to make sure. Not to mention the bite marks on his chest that made him a...like I said, another story.
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