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By Morpheus
Werewolves exist. Yes, Weres exist... but they are not what you think they
are. Not by a long shot. They are not the creatures of nightmares, the
monsters who run across the movie screens. Instead, they are your
neighbor... your classmate... or even your girlfriend.
My name is Darek Ross and I am 16, having just turned so a little over a
week earlier. And though my birthday had been exciting, it was nothing
compared to that night, to what was coming. It was the real celebration,
the real coming of age that both excited and terrified me.
At the moment, I was sitting in my living room, glancing around at my Mom
and Dad, both of whom kept giving me glances, their expressions seeming just
as mixed as my own emotions. But then again, that was to be expected
considering what that night was.
"The full moon," I whispered, glancing out the window and wondering how
much longer before the sun set. My heart nearly crept into my throat as I
thought about it.
Weres exist, but they... we are not what people think. I didn't know how it
began, nor do I think that anyone really does, though there are dozens of
theories that I've heard. Remnants from Atlantis, an ancient curse that has
been passed down, the legacy of some long forgotten alien race and even that
we always existed, evolving alongside mankind. Of course there are other
theories, far too many, but not enough facts.
All throughout human history, there have been stories about Weres.
Creatures that could shift between human and animal, creatures that were
part both. There were stories about strange monsters, Werewolves and
Vampires, all of them inspired from pieces of truth... and larger pieces of
misunderstanding.
Forget the legends. Forget Lon Cheney, the Howling and silver bullets.
Forget the beasts that howl at the moon, murder innocents and spread their
curse with a bite.
The truth is far scarier. The truth is that Weres are just people. They
look, act, and even think just like every other human. Weres have lived
among humans for ages, and still do to this day. There aren't too many of
them, though they are far more numerous than people might guess.
And though Werewolves are the most famous, they are no more common than any
other Were. No more likely to be seen than a Wererabbit. Every Were is
different, transforming into a different animal upon the nights of the full
moon, retaining the ability to do so on other nights as well.
Being a Were is not a curse, but a gift. A birthright. It is not
something that can be transferred to another by biting them as the stories
suggest. Instead, it is genetic, like any other genetic trait, being passed
on by one or both of the parents. And even then, it does not manifest until
a person turns sixteen. Or specifically... the first full moon after they
turn sixteen.
"Like tonight," I mused, staring nervously out the window again, trying to
see how close the sun was to going down.
It was the first full moon after my sixteenth birthday, and I was about to
get a present even greater than any car... or at least I hoped. I was going
to transform for the very first time, discovering whatever animal it was
that I was going to turn into. I just desperately hoped that it wasn't
something stupid or embarrassing, which I heard happened to a number of
young Weres.
For a moment, I wondered what the kids at school would say, what my best
friend Brandon would say. However, I knew that I couldn't tell them, even
if they would believe it. It was a secret that I'd long since learned had
to be kept for the safety of my family... and the other Weres.
Though Weres tended to be pretty secretive about what they were, for safety
sake, they did still tend to keep in contact with each other and even meet
at conventions and the like. Not only was it a way to be open and talk
about the things that they had in common, it was also a way to meet other
Weres. It was even at one of those that my folks first met each other.
With that thought, I glanced over at my Mom who was walking past, giving me
a smile to encourage me that everything would be all right. Dad on the
other hand was sitting back and watching the news on TV, pretending that
there was nothing unusual going on.
For a moment, I wondered if I might be like my Mom, turning into a tiger
under the full moon. She always looked unbelievable... and ferocious when
she was like that. It would definitely be cool to turn into something like
that, though what your parents changed into didn't seem to have any effect
on what their kids became.
Then I glanced over at Dad, always feeling a stirring of pride at his
transformation. My Dad was a Mythic. They're rare, even among Weres.
A Mythic was a Were who turned into something strange... into creatures that
weren't known by science, such as dragons, griffins, or in my Dad's case... a
unicorn. He turned into a huge white unicorn with a sharp looking horn
growing right out of his forehead. And though he resembled a horse slightly
when he was like that, there was no mistaking that he wasn't... even ignoring
the horn.
Letting out a sigh, I knew that it would be extremely unlikely that I'd
turn into something cool like either of my folks. I'd probably turn into a
Weremouse or something instead, though my Mom always told me that it was
safer that way. She and Dad always insisted that anyone who turned into a
distinctive animal like that had to stay hidden even harder when they
changed, because they'd draw too much attention. And I could certainly see
their point, clearly being able to imagine how people would react at seeing
a tiger or unicorn running around.
Taking a deep breath, I still couldn't resist hoping, looking out the
window again at the large property and tree line that surrounded our house.
It was enough room and cover so that a tiger and unicorn could run around at
night and not be seen by anyone, not even any nosy neighbors.
Then, I was shaken out of my thoughts as my Mom's voice echoed through the
house, calling out one of the most important words in existence... "Dinner!"
I nearly ran to the table.
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Taking a deep breath, I splashed my face with cold water from the bathroom
faucet, turning the water off and then glancing out the bathroom window,
seeing the darkness outside. My heart nearly skipped at how close the time
was, while my whole body threatened to shake. I'd never been so nervous
before in my life, not to mention... excited.
"Can't I put it off," I asked nervously, "Just a little?" However, I knew
that there was no pushing back nature, nor was I even sure that I really
wanted to.
I tore my eyes from the window and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
It was the same as it was a minute earlier, from my sandy blonde hair to the
slightly large looking ears. I just had a hard time imagining that it would
look different before very long... and not even human at that. Though
whether I'd have fur, feathers or scales, I still didn't know, nor would I
until it happened.
Suddenly I heard a voice calling out, "Darek," sending a chill down my
spine with what followed next, "Hurry up! It's almost time!"
I gulped and then looked upward, quietly muttering, "Please don't let me
turn into a snake or something gross."
A minute later, I was on my way to the living room to meet up with my
folks. I frowned, glancing around nervously, unsure what was going to
happen. Was it going to hurt? Would I still think the same? I knew that
I'd already asked my folks those questions before, but the answers seemed to
elude me at the moment, nor was I sure that I believed them anymore.
"Cheer up," Dad chuckled, "You look like you're going to a funeral."
Mom just hurried over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, "Happy Change
Day Darek."
I just tried not to show how afraid I was as I followed my folks out the
back door, pausing just a short distance away from the porch. Dad looked
around, scratching at his chin for a moment.
"This should do it," Dad exclaimed proudly. "Now we'll get to see what
your Were is. I've been dying to know that for over 16 years." From the
look on his face, I wasn't completely sure whether he was joking or not.
Just then, Mom announced, "It's time."
I was almost surprised to realize that I didn't need Mom to tell me that.
I could feel... something. Something strange, a tingling sort of like static
electricity. It filled the air, tickling my skin. With a nervous gulp, I
looked up at the full moon coming into view, and then back to my folks.
Dad's hair had already turned a sort of golden while his whole body was
sprouting white hairs. There was a faint golden gleam coming from his
forehead, which only grew more pronounced. And though I'd seen it dozens of
times before, I was still in awe to watch my Dad slowly turning into a
unicorn.
Quickly glancing towards my Mom, I saw that she was already covered with
the trademark orange fur and stripes of a tiger, looking very muscular and
catlike already. Within seconds, she seemed to become more cat than human,
dropping the bathrobe that she was wearing to the ground then dropping into
a four footed position.
The sight of my parents transforming was so amazing that it took me a
minute to realize that the strange sensations that I'd been feeling had
grown stronger. I let out a grunt as my muscles all started to cramp up,
then dropped to my knees, my whole body feeling extremely strange.
"I feel..." I started, pausing at the creaking in my voice, "Oh shit..."
Just then, the changes seemed to hit me in earnest, attacking every part of
my body all at once. It wasn't too painful, just extremely... uncomfortable.
I could feel my bones moving around inside of me, my muscles and flesh
moving around as well, almost with a will of its own. I was too stunned to
do anything but remain frozen, unable to move I think even if I had tried.
Somehow, I managed to let out a gasp as it rushed over me, the light of the
moon making every cell of my body feel super charged... even more alive than
ever before. But my flesh was still shifting... still changing. The
bathrobe that I'd been wearing at my folks suggestion started to push open,
then dropped to the ground around me.
I was vaguely aware that a large tiger and a unicorn were both standing to
the side, staring at me just as intently as I'd been staring at them moments
earlier. However, I barely paid them much attention, focusing instead on
the strange sensations that were filling my body.
My chest seemed to swell, stretching out, while at the same time, I felt
something tickling my shoulders and back. Then there was a pulling at my
crotch and waist, each feeling extremely odd, but almost pleasurable at the
same time.
Suddenly the changes seemed to stop, and though I felt extremely different,
I couldn't feel my parts moving around anymore. After a few seconds of just
remaining frozen where I was, I slowly looked down, startled by the
sensations and a little confused that I didn't feel even more different.
"What the..." I started, surprised that I could still talk since I was
supposed to be an animal of some sort. However, I didn't feel like I was an
animal.
Then, as I saw myself for the first time, my eyes shot wide open and I
jumped to my feet, even more shocked to see that I looked nothing like an
animal. Or at least what I could see didn't look like an animal, though it
was nearly as alien.
The first thing that I noticed was that my skin was green, though the
second thing were the two bumps pushing out from my chest. I tried to
absorb everything else all at once, though my mind was filled confusion and
a million questions.
"Wh... what am I?" I asked, surprised to hear that it was a very feminine
voice.
Suddenly, the sound of my voice made me gasp and take another look at the
two bumps pushing out from my chest, giving me a little clearer idea of what
I'd turned into, but not much. And with a quick look between my legs,
seeing nothing there but a patch of dark green hair that looked almost like
moss, I gasped.
"I'm a girl..." I choked out, not sure what to think about that.
Gulping nervously, I looked at my hands, seeing that they were the same
green as the rest of my body, but also small and feminine looking, with
extremely dark green, almost black nails, which looked a bit sharp. They
were my hands... but they weren't.
At this point, I finally turned and gave a nervous look at my parents,
having a hard time reading any kind of expression into their animal faces.
My Mom slowly came towards me, nearly making me jump back since a tiger
circling you would do to just about anyone. She stopped right next to me,
giving me a few cautious sniffs before rubbing up against me.
Nodding faintly, I got the message. That I was going to be all right, that
everything was fine and she was there for me. I just wasn't sure that I
really believed it, though I reminded myself that I had expected to
change... just not quite like that.
Oddly, I wasn't really too scared about what was happening to me, only
confused. After all, I was a Were now... I just didn't know what kind.
There was an odd sense of comfort in that, knowing that as soon as the sun
came up I'd be back to normal since that was the way of Weres.
I absently patted my Mom on the head and then stepped away, looking around
me and suddenly freezing, realizing that everything seemed... different.
The grass all seemed to be sort of glowing... and the trees.
"The trees..." I whispered, staring at them in amazement, slowly walking
towards the nearest one.
Every tree that I saw seemed to be sort of glowing, but not glowing. It
was hard to explain, only that I could see different colors in the trees,
sort of... feel them. Strange as it sounded, even to me, it was almost as if
I was reading their minds. No, not their minds since I couldn't feel any
kind of thoughts... their hearts. Their... souls. And I felt sort of drawn
to them.
Halfway to the first tree, I stopped, looking down at myself again in
confusion, wondering what I was feeling... and why. How come I could see the
trees like that, and as I stood there, I realized that I was even hearing
things strange. Things all around me, confusing me even more.
"What am I!" I nearly screamed, turning and running straight for the house.
As soon as I was inside, I stopped, looking around in surprise. Everything
looked different to me in the house as well. Everything looked... bigger.
With a gulp, I started towards the bathroom, nervously looking around me,
seeing that the pictures were higher on the walls, the chairs looked taller
and the hallway looked just a little longer. The whole thing made me feel
almost like a little kid, which I really didn't like. By the time I got to
the bathroom, I wasn't at all surprised that the door handle was higher as
well. And from the position, I had to guess that I had lost around a foot
or so of height.
"The marks," I whispered, glancing at the pencil marks on the inside door
frame, from where my folks had marked my height every year on my birthday.
I stood up against the wall and marked the top of my head with my hand,
then stepped back, my eyes going wide as I saw where it was. I was about 4
and a half feet tall, more than a foot shorter than normal.
"I'm tiny," I squeaked out, shaking my head in amazement.
Then I frowned and slowly closed the bathroom door, revealing the large
mirror that covered a portion of it. My reflection was immediately shown,
making me gasp in surprise and near disbelief.
The image in the mirror was that of a slender woman with green skin.
Her... my breasts were definitely there, but they weren't the big round kind,
more like the perky firm ones that turned up a little at the nipples, which
were sort of a darker green. I might have had the height of a kid, but my
body definitely wasn't. It was the shape of a woman, not the teenage boy I
was such a short time earlier.
My hair wasn't quite normal either. Not only was it dark green, but it
seemed thicker as well, not to mention long enough to reach my waist. And
of course there was the fact that it looked like green and brown leaves were
mixed in with it, but a gentle tug revealed that they were part of my scalp
as well.
"Weird," I whispered, turning my attention to my face.
My face was green as well of course, looking sort of... Elven and could
have been almost anything from 15 years old to 25. The lips were dark green and
just a little pouty, sort of like Angela Jolie's. And my eyes were a little
larger than normal, and more expressive. They were a brown and green mix
that looked extremely exotic, especially with my arched green eyebrows over
then.
Then I turned my attention to my ears in amazement. They were the same
green as my skin, not to mention long and pointed. Not the pointed type
like a Spock's, but much longer, much higher. And less human looking. They
stuck out a bit and the sharp, almost spearlike tips ended above the top of
my head, giving me an even more alien appearance than everything else
combined, though by no means an ugly one. I just looked very... exotic.
"No wonder I could hear so much outside," I whispered, nervously touching
them to make sure that they were real.
I stood there for a moment, examining my body, feeling more curious than
anything else at the moment. My whole body looked so strange... felt so
strange. However, it wasn't really a bad strange, just different.
After examining myself for a minute, I slowly stepped away from the mirror
and made my way out of the house, remembering for the first time since I'd
run inside that my folks were both outside waiting for me. I blushed in
embarrassment, not even knowing if it was visible in my new skin. What
could they be thinking about this?
"What am I?" I asked the moment I stepped out the door, gesturing down at
my naked body.
Suddenly I felt a faint tingle inside my head as well as a voice... "A
Mythic..."
I nearly jumped back at that in surprise, frantically looking around to
hear who'd spoken. Then I noticed my Dad standing there, staring at me with
a faint glow from his horn.
"D... Dad?" I asked hesitantly.
He nodded his head and then I felt his voice inside my head again. "I'm
pleased that you can hear me. Most can't."
For a moment, I just stared at him, remembering that he'd once said
something about having limited psychic powers as a unicorn, sometimes being
able to communicate with other Weres when they were both in animal shape. I
hadn't quite been sure that I believed him at the time, but now there was no
doubt.
Mom slowly moved next to me and rubbed at me with her large head, nearly
making me giggle.
Then Dad announced, "I... I'm not sure... but I think that you may be a
dryad. A wood nymph."
"A wood nymph," I repeated stupidly, glancing down at myself and then the
trees that I was still feeling drawn to. "No way."
It wasn't possible, it couldn't be. I stared down at myself in amazed
curiosity, not sure what to think about that. I was a little confused, and
just a little bit relieved to have some idea of what I'd turned into, though
I still wasn't sure that I believed it. After all, I couldn't be a Mythic.
Mythics were the rarest of Weres, with maybe a dozen of them... us
throughout the entire world. They were the ones who had to keep hidden the
most, to keep people from realizing that things like Weres existed. And
then there was the fact that two Mythics in one family was unheard of.
"A dryad," I whispered, knowing that such creatures weren't supposed to
exist, but then again, neither were Weres.
One of the things that made Mythics so different, was not only did they
turn into mythological animals and things that shouldn't exist, but no one
was sure if that was because those creatures had never existed or because
those kinds of creatures had gone extinct. Like dinosaurs.
I'd once met an old man at one of the conventions who was a Weredinosaur of
some sort, though they tended to call him a Mythic since he was pretty rare
too. I chuckled at the memory, thinking about how he lived in Scotland and
liked playing with people's heads. However, Dad had made it clear that he
didn't approve of that kind of exhibitionism, saying that it was too
dangerous. Too risky.
"Not like I'm gonna do anything like that," I giggled, knowing that I
didn't want ANYBODY to see me like that, except maybe other Weres who'd
understand.
"You're unique among Weres," Dad's voice said in my head. When I looked at
him, wondering what he meant, he finished, "No other Were alive can speak in
their fully changed form." I could feel his pride, which only made me more
embarrassed.
"What about..." I paused, trying to remember her name, "That lady who turns
into a parrot?"
I could feel Dad chuckling at that, "I guess there is one exception." Then
he told me, "Now why don't you go and explore your new shape."
With that, Mom and Dad turned and started around the corner of the house,
leaving me there by myself. I stood there for a moment, not sure what to
do, then looking up at the full moon in amazement, wondering if I was
supposed to howl or something.
After shaking my head, I looked around, deciding that I might as well
follow my Dad's advice. I just stared at everything around me, taking in
just how different it looked. Or at least how different the plants looked.
How alive they all felt to me. I even felt sort of... connected to them.
"What would Brandon say?" I asked myself quietly, wondering how my best
friend would react to seeing me like that.
However, I knew that he'd never know. That I could never show him my new
shape or reveal the secret of the Weres. He'd probably think about all
those movies and freak out, coming at me with a silver bullet or something
before I could even explain. Dad always said that normal people Were funny
that way, and after seeing as many movies as I have, I didn't want to risk
it.
Then again, I grinned, knowing that silver wasn't really much of a threat.
Weres just had minor allergies to the stuff, getting rashes though not dying
from touching it. And as I looked down at myself, I suspected that
Brandon's reaction to seeing me wouldn't be to go for a gun with silver
bullets anyway. It would probably be to hide somewhere and jack off.
I snorted at that, still chuckling inside. "I think that I'd prefer the
silver bullet."
Still grinning, I took another look around and slowly started towards the
trees that, following the strange urge that I'd been feeling. I was still a
little confused about it, but I didn't fight it, instead just going along,
wondering what my new instincts were telling me.
As soon as I reached the edge of the trees, I stopped and stared for a
moment, amazed at the emotion filled colors, at the things I could feel all
around me. It felt so... comforting. Almost as if the trees were welcoming
me. Then I went a little further in.
After a few seconds, I stopped beside a large tree, feeling the age that
emanated from it. The calm acceptance and unlimited patience. The feelings
made me suddenly think of Gandhi, realizing that trees were the ultimate in
the passive resistance that he preached.
Then, on a sudden impulse, I scrambled up the bare trunk of the tree,
climbing just as fast as any squirrel, and as easily. There weren't even
any marks left in the bark from where my nails had dug in.
Once I was nestled in the branches, I settled down into a comfortable
position, closing my eyes and soaking up the new sensations that flooded my
senses. The feelings that came from the trees all around me, and the sounds
that tickled in my ears. Then I couldn't help chuckling, realizing that I
was more amazed at what I could feel than with the fact that I was now a
short green chick.
"Weird," I mused, slowly opening my senses further.
I wasn't sure how long I remained where I was, nearly one with the trees
that surrounded me. Time ceased to have much meaning as I sat there,
listening and feeling to every little thing around me.
The sounds of insects filled my ears and I could feel the small animals
that climbed among the tree branches. The owl who perched the next tree
over, waiting for it's meal. And then I could feel the tiger that was slowly
creeping through the trees, trying to be sneaky about it. I gave a faint
smile at that, realizing that my Mom was just being nosy again, trying to
see what I was up to. However, I remained where I was and gave no
indication of my presence, pleased when she passed by and eventually gave up
in a growl of tigerly frustration.
With a self satisfied smile, I opened my eyes and looked around, then down
at myself. At the moment, my skin seemed to have changed color a little,
matching the bark and leaves of the tree I was hiding in, giving me perfect
camouflage. It only took a thought though and my skin returned to it's
previous green, though I returned to the camouflaged pattern a moment later.
"Cool," I whispered, realizing something else at the same time. I was
sitting up in a tree, completely naked in the middle of the night, but not
feeling either unbalanced or chilled in the slightest. Instead, I felt
perfectly comfortable as I was, even where I was. "Very cool."
A few minutes later, I let myself slowly get lost in my senses once again.
I was so comfortable, both physically and emotionally, that I even drifted
off to sleep.
The next think that I was truly aware of was suddenly waking up in a tree,
my body tingling from the change. And at that very instant of realizing
that I was back to normal, I lost my balance and nearly fell right out of
the tree, barely managing to catch myself in time.
"Oh shit!" I gasped from the branches, clutching the trunk tightly and
gulping nervously. I was back to being a guy, but I was completely naked
and stuck up in a tree with the sun coming up. "Fuck," I snarled, taking a
deep breath and slowly climbing down, finding that the trip down was a hell
of a lot harder without the dryad abilities from the night before.
It didn't take me too long before I went back into the house, a bit chilled
from the morning cold and with a few scrapes from the tree, but feeling
amazingly good. Memories of the night before... of my transformation seemed
so unbelievable... so amazing.
Almost as soon as I stepped in the door, I was confronted by my folks, both
of them wearing their bathrobes again and grinning... just as they did every
morning after the full moon. However, neither of them said a word as Dad
handed me my own robe, though Mom did turn her back for a brief minute,
giving me enough time to put it on.
A minute later, I was sitting down at the table, both of my folks watching
me with curious expressions. Dad looked proud, probably at having his son
being a Mythic too, though there were a few slightly odd looks as well, most
likely because of what type of Mythic I turned into. Mom on the other hand
seemed mixed with pride... and amusement.
"Congratulations dear," Mom told me, being the first to speak as she handed
me a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
I just nodded, knowing that I was blushing some at the same time. Then I
just hunched over and ate my breakfast in silence, unable to stop thinking
about what it was like being a dryad. About how amazing it had felt. How
different everything around me seemed... especially the trees. Somehow, I
knew that I could NEVER think of trees in the same way again.
Finally, I finished with my cereal and pushed my bowl away, then slid my
chair backwards a little while holding my hands out at the same time. I
stared at them silently, almost in amazement, though they were the same
hands that I always had. However, even as I stared at them, I knew that
they weren't. Sure, they looked exactly like before, but I couldn't help
seeing the feminine green fingers in my minds eye.
"A dryad..." I whispered, saying the first thing since coming into the
house.
I wiggled my fingers and looked down at my flat chest, half expecting to
see those perky breasts again. And I could feel it just beneath my skin,
the full alive feeling that the full moon had given me the night before. It
was dormant at the moment, but not gone in the least. It tickled at my
thoughts... at my senses, reminding me that she wasn't gone in the least.
Then, I slowly began to smile, knowing that the dryad was still
there... just waiting. Waiting for another full moon. Waiting for me to
bring her back that very night. The dryad was a part of me now... and would
be for the rest of my life. And at that very moment, I knew with absolute
certainty that I wouldn't have it any other way. It was good to be a Were.
THE END?
Nanette
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