Sure, we've all heard the stories that involve a man becoming a wolf on a full moon--giving in to his primal urge for violence. But, what if a man just became a woman--and desperately had to fight back the urges of being a sex-crazed nympho? If you said, "Oh shit, I'm so there" then that's great! This story is for you! :D And yes, I do have a sequel already brewing in my dirty little mind.
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This 6,700 word erotic short story contains situations of a sexual nature.
An excerpt from Tales of the WereWoman
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The stranger still advanced until he was pressing against Greg. He could feel a hardness pressing against his waist through the man’s pants. Greg’s eyes were wide with shock as he stared into his lust-filled gaze. In that moment, it was like a switch was turned on in Greg’s head, as if the biological signals to his transformed body were pushing his mind toward an otherwise unthinkable option. He was starting to like the feeling of the man rubbing against him. His shocked expression slowly softened. He was still too frightened to act, but it didn’t stop the stranger from placing his hands on Greg’s flared hips.
“I didn’t catch your name last time. You were really drunk for… a lot of the time we spent talking,” he chuckled nervously, seemingly realizing how terrible it was that they hooked up at all.
“Gre—” he paused, extending the ‘E’ sound of his name for an abnormal amount of time, “Gretchen…! Yeah, I’m Gretchen. That,” she paused again, nodding with an unsure smile, “is my name.”
“Hm, Gretchen. Okay.” He nodded. “That makes a little more sense. Every time you said it last time, it almost sounded like ‘Greg’,” he laughed as he caressed his hands over her sides. “I guess that shows how drunk we were.”
Gretchen chuckled uneasily while her hands moved toward his hips. They shook fearfully before she placed them on the stranger’s belt, digging her finger tips into the top of his jeans. “A-and what was your name? I’m really bad with names… especially when I’m, ya know, that drunk…”
“Tom.”
“Okay then, Tom. M-maybe we should go somewhere else? Or get a drink? M-maybe go back to your place?” She tried her best to diffuse the situation, but the urge to continue was beginning to beat her normal instincts. This needed to end quickly before Greg was no longer in control.
“This place is good enough for now. It’s nice and intimate, and we won’t be bothered since there aren’t that many people here tonight. And if we are, then fuck ‘em—the door’s locked.” Tom smirked as he buried his face against Gretchen’s neck and began to lick and nibble at the exposed flesh.
Gretchen’s eyes widened in surprise as these new sensations flowed through her body. It was like little, electric pulses coursing down her spine and radiating out all the way to her finger tips and toes. And most of all, she felt an unfamiliar tingling urge within her stomach. She didn’t know what it was at first, but the longer Tom teased her, the easier it became to know that she wanted to fuck.
