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A last story to submit for the list as a good-bye to the list that has
given me so much joy over the last year and a part. I dedicate this to
Mindy for all she has done.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
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rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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THE WERE-HUMAN
By JRD
Where to start. I used to be a normal woman. I am a dominatrix who
specializes in feminizing men. That was where it all started, with one of
my... "victims." Hah, little did I know.
I had found him in a bar. I had been looking for a new transformee and he
seemed to be perfect. Small without being so small that he was "wimpy".
His face wasn't too hard, but still had enough hard male lines that he'd be
seeing his male face under the layers of make-up I intended to make him
wear. He was... should've been perfect.
I introduced myself and got him interested by playing the doting bimbo,
laughing and giggling at the drop of a hat. Then, when his guard was down,
I slipped a knockout drug into his drink. Five minutes later I summoned my
assistants, two very large women who could lift a truck by working
together, and had them carry his unconscious body to my car.
I drove home to my mansion, and had my assistants lock him in a room,
strapped to a table. I had my staff (which consists mostly of feminized
males) serve my dinner. Right in the middle of dessert, my assistant runs
in screaming, "He's gone! The victim is gone!"
I was surprised. He shouldn't have even been awake. "What? How?"
"I don't know! I went in to check on him, as per your schedule and the
bonds were empty!"
"He can't have left the house. The external security would've gone off."
Then, almost as if my words had done the deed, the alarms went off. I sent
my assistants out after him while I returned to my room to get changed into
my dominatrix "uniform", an all-leather outfit designed to impress as well
as intimidate.
I returned to the main room where my victim was being held on his knees by
my assistants. I was surprised to see that he wasn't struggling, not that
it would've done him any good. I stood over him and said, "Did you really
think to escape? If you know what's good for you, you'll accept your fate
as a soon to be woman."
He just smiled, like he knew something I didn't, then said, "If YOU know
what's good for you, you'll let me go and forget you ever met me."
I backhanded him. "Silence! I have not given you permission to speak!"
Without raising his head, he looked up at me. "I wouldn't do that again if
I were you." I backhanded him again, this time splitting his lip. My
biggest mistake.
His body shimmered and trembled. I stared in fascination as he changed
shape. His hair grew down to his shoulders, his torso shifted, growing
curves and breasts, and his arms and legs became shapely and feminine. He
was becoming a woman!
But not some powder-puff of a woman. He muscles tightened and thickened,
and he actually grew larger. He... She stood up. My assistants tried to
force her back down, but it was no use. She was just too powerful.
Standing, she reminded me of one of those female wrestlers. Six and a
half-feet tall, and solid muscle.
She snapped her arm out, flinging one assistant aside like a wet rag. With
her now free arm, she popped my other assistant in the ear. My assistant
let go, and grabbed her ear. The woman picked her up and threw her at the
assistant she had just flung away. The two collided and flew back into the
wall, unconscious.
I grabbed my whip and snapped it at her. She didn't even flinch as my whip
struck her face, cutting her from just below the eye to her chin. Before I
could even draw my hand back for another strike, the wound sealed and faded
away, the only remaining trace being a bit of dried blood.
I yelled to my staff, "Grab her!" They hovered a bit, not sure who to be
more afraid of, me or her.
She settled it by saying, "Anyone who touches me dies," and all my staff
stepped back.
I tried to draw my arm back for another strike, but she moved with blinding
speed, grabbing both my arm and my neck. I looked at her and noticed that
she had a bulge in her pants and tried to kick her. She lifted her leg and
caught my foot on the underside of her thigh. Then, with a small bit of
effort, she shoved me down to my knees. She turned to my staff and said,
"Get out!" They almost trampled each other running from the room.
She then looked back at me, a cold glint in her eye chilling me to my
soul. I had trouble drawing breath with her hand clamped so tightly around
my throat, but I managed to croak out, "Who... What are you?"
"I am a were-human. Every full moon I turn from my normal male self into a
soft, curvy, little girl." I was doubtful, and I guess it showed. She
said, "Oh, this is my half-breed form. Like any were-creature, I have my
two full forms and my half-breed form. I've got all the strength of a man,
with the reflexes and agility of a woman. I also have the dual weaknesses,
sensitive breasts, and a set of balls, but offsetting that is the
regenerative capabilities of any were. This is the form I use when
threatened. Like say, when someone hits me and draws blood."
I was desperate, and VERY afraid. "But women... are nicer... then men.
You should be... nicer."
She laughed at me. "Stupid wench. Women may be harder to antagonize into
a fight, but when they do fight, they're twice as savage. If two men
fight, they'll have a beer later and all will be right with the world. Two
women fight, and someone is likely to wind up in the hospital. All
throughout the natural world, the female is by far the more dangerous of
the species."
"But... women are... nurturers. Raising... the family."
"Yes. To the family, and to the tribe, the woman is guardian, protector,
teacher. To some stupid bitch, determined to make herself a threat? She
is the worst possible enemy."
I really feared for my life at that point, but she just looked into my eyes
considering something. Finally, she said, "I should probably kill you now,
but perhaps not." The hand gripping my arm tightened and forced me to
release my whip. She released my hand and lifted her shirt, exposing her
breast.
Before I could do or say a thing, she pressed my face to her nipple. I
smelled and tasted milk, and started drinking. For a while, all I could
think about was sucking that milk into my mouth. I drained that breast
dry, and she switched me to her other breast, which I also emptied. When I
finished, I was overcome with extreme lethargy. She carefully laid me on
the ground, and kissed my forehead. Before I fell asleep, she whispered,
"See you on the next full moon."
When I woke, she was gone, but I remembered her words. I found out that
the next full moon was a week away. In three days, I shut down my
operation, put the house up for sale. I moved into a hotel under an
anonymous name to try to avoid that person.
It didn't help.
On the day before the next full moon, HE showed up at my door. I had been
expecting room service, so I just opened the door and there he was. Him
and this other man, a colossal black man with more muscles than even the
were's half-breed form. The black man was carrying a large duffel bag, and
both walked in like they owned the place.
As they walked in, I just said, "How did you find me?"
He smiled. "We are connected, my child. I will always know where you
are." He nodded his head at the window and the black man went over and
threw the curtains open.
I wanted to question further, but as soon as the light of the moon touched
me, I felt a searing pain like my entire body was on fire. There was too
much pain to even scream. The man had shifted into a small, curvy female
with large boobs. The black man was also changing, but at a much slower
rate. He shrank, but I realized that so was I. Even through the pain I
realized that the clothes I was wearing were becoming too big on me, and
the room was becoming larger and larger. I kept shrinking and shrinking
until I was buried under a mound of clothes.
I was afraid of smothering, but before I had to worry about it, I was freed
from my clothes by a small black girl. I had no control over my body.
Even my head seemed to roll about as gravity commanded. I heard a soft
voice say, "Bring me your little brother, Tisha."
I was placed into the arms of the other woman and pressed to her breast,
and was immediately suckling hungrily. I heard her say, "I know you're
wondering what happened, so let me explain. When I fed you in my
half-breed form, my magic milk changed you into one of us. You're now a
were-human, too. A were-man since you were born female, like Tisha and I,
born male, are now were-females."
I couldn't speak, but wondered, 'Why me?'
"Don't worry about talking, my son. I can hear your thoughts. I chose you
because you are a successful woman in a business where your three day
disappearance each full moon will not be questioned. You will spend the
day before, the day of, and the day after each full moon as a boy."
'A baby boy?'
"Every full moon, every transformation, your male form will be a year
older. You'll start learning control at age 13. Tisha, now 12, starts
that next month. If your development is usual, you'll develop a
controllable half-breed form around 15. As soon as you learn to control
that, you'll become a full 'adult' in our tribe."
I shuddered, thinking of years of those painful transformations. Mother,
as I was now thinking of her, said, "Only your first transformation is
painful. It's the transformation of your rebirth into your new life.
Others are gentle, even... erotic. You're now one of us. You're immune to
all conventional diseases. Every form except your female form regenerates
from any damage except those inflicted by silver or fire. And even your
female form, your original form, heals incredibly quickly."
'Now what?'
"Now you spend your first three days as a boy. Then, as a male of the
family, you will return to your old life, re-establish your old business,
and earn more than ever before. But this time, as one of the family's
resource collectors, you'll turn over all your income to the family."
'What if I won't?' I asked, but I knew I would. The family... My family
now meant everything to me. My mom, my big sister, Tisha, and the others I
somehow knew were out there but had yet to meet were my new life.
The weekend's over now. As I walk down the street, I feel set apart from
humanity, but at the same time, above them. I feel alone at times, but
when I do, I'll see a man and know that inside there's a woman he can bring
forth, or see a woman and know her for the man inside. And they know me.
They are my sisters and brothers, my aunts and uncles, and even my parents.
They are... family.
Madison
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