Stay [TF / MF / Were-dog]

[LycanDope]

A young woman, cursed to change into a monstrous animal and lost her identity, finally decides to trust someone enough into her life. Chapter 1 of 2.
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Brandy sat at the end of an over-stuffed brown couch with a glass of red wine in one hand. Her other hand held a white envelope. Kevin sat at the opposite end from her, one leg crossed on the couch. Light music played from the stereo system while Brandy stared suspiciously at the young man.

"Our anniversary was three months ago," Brandy informed him.

"I know, I know. Just open the thing already!" Kevin's words were gentle despite his protest.

Brandy continued to stare. "This better not be a proposal."

"Oh god no," Kevin assured her. "No no no. Trust me. I mean," he corrected as Brandy's eyes hardened. "Not that you're not worth marrying. I mean. Not that you aren't- Look, just open it before I say anything worse. Please?"

With a final look, Brandy set her wine glass down and carefully opened the envelope. She'd always been careful with personal letters and gifts, making sure to never just tear through either of them. She had a little box where she kept old letters with their envelopes. This one was simple and just her name was written on the front in black ink. Inside was a white card with an artistic red heart on the front. Brandy smiled at it.

The card was well made with thick paper rather than the cheap plastic-y gloss cards that most places sold. Sneaking a sip of her wine, she opened the card. There were no pictures or pre-printed words inside. Kevin's handwriting was normally atrocious - sloppy and quick and barely recognizable but he'd taken care with what he'd written in the card. She could almost picture him writing each letter slowly and her smile deepened.

I saw you for the first time over a year ago in that little coffee shop. You had the most amazing smile and these little dimples that made my heart melt. I listened to you talk and laugh with the customers while I waited and by the time it was my turn, I couldn't even remember what I wanted! I could barely look at you while I tried to remember my order. I didn't realize then exactly how much you'd come to mean to me but I understand now.

Hey. Look up.

Brandy looked up automatically. Kevin's face was completely red. His hands were gripped together in a tight knot and he looked incredibly uncomfortable.

"Brandy," Kevin said. "I. I, umm. God. I love you. And you don't have to say it back or anything at all. I just realized it and I wanted to-" The young woman's smile deepened until her teeth showed. She could feel her own love, hidden for a few months but suddenly surging. "Oh. There are those dimples again. Brandy-"

Kevin's words were cut off as Brandy fairly launched herself at him. She held him tight against her, kissing his neck and mouth.

"You nerd. I love you, too," she told him.

"Oh thank god. Seriously? Really? Since when? You never said anything so I wasn't sure. I thought this whole time it was maybe me and just me but I had to say something because-"

Brandy laid a finger on Kevin's lips. "You talk too much sometimes, honey. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I've had- It hasn't usually gone well for me." She lay against her boyfriend on the large couch. Her smile faltered as she remembered the past and it took effort to push it away.

"Hey," Kevin said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stir anything up."

"No, it's fine," Brandy said. "Besides, this is about us, not anything or anybody else. Thank you for the card and for finally telling me. I know how shy you are so that had to be hard. How long did you wait to tell me?"

"A while," Kevin said, blushing again.

"'A while', huh?" Brandy said, teasing her boyfriend. "Half a year? A whole year? Love at first sight? I knew it! You fell in love with my dimples right when you saw me, didn't you?"

Kevin laughed. "No. About a month ago, when we were at the fair. We were waiting in line for cotton candy and, I don't know, I just looked at you and my heart just swelled up. I almost cried. It was weird. But, about then." His hand traced gently along Brandy's back while he talked and she sighed in pleasure.

"Well, for me it was almost two months before that. You'd left me a message while I was at work. Remember when I had that crappy day where the customer spilled her drink on me on purpose? You left a message just telling me you were thinking of me and talking about all the different things you liked about me and how you were going to take me out for ice cream after work. I still listen to it sometimes, when I'm unhappy. And now you know my dark-" Brandy stopped.

"Secret?" Kevin finished.

"Yeah," Brandy said. She pressed herself closer to her boyfriend and he hugged her more tightly in return.

It's pointless, you know, the voice in her head told her. He'll either find out eventually or you'll just have to dump him or leave. How long will that be? Are you going to tell him? Remember what happened last time? Did we ever hear back from Richard when we told him? No? Not a single word since he called us crazy and left. Brandy breathed quietly. Kevin's hands worked up and down her back and the effect was more calming than she'd like to admit. She relaxed and cleared her mind until the voice grew more and more quiet.

Brandy found herself arching her back slightly and shifting around to encourage Kevin to scratch different areas. She sighed happily under his attentions as her mood lightened. She felt her arousal building - a sweet aching that boiled away the rest of the unpleasant thoughts. They rolled together until Brandy was on top, pushing herself slightly up on her hands above Kevin.

Scratches turned into light fingers that ran along her soft sides and wide hips. Brandy leaned forward to kiss under Kevin's jaw and then moaned as his hands dug into her ass. He pulled her hips down to him and she could feel his excitement. Brandy licked Kevin's neck happily and then rocked back, rubbing herself on his erection. She was suddenly incredibly turned on. Heat radiated from her stomach, racing up her body and the young woman gasped, arching her back until her hips were raised. She whined with her need, sure that her panties were completely soaked. She could smell herself in the air and that only pushed her arousal.

Sparing barely a moment to think, Brandy pushed away from Kevin. His hands reached for his pants but Brandy pushed his hands away. She felt drunk from her scent and the heat radiating throughout her body. The young woman reached for her boyfriend's zipper.

And then stopped.

"I-" Brandy said, her voice suddenly dry. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears burned from the urge deep within her body.

"Hey, you okay, sweetheart?" Kevin asked.

"I'm sorry. I have to go. It's, it's nothing you did. I just, I have to go. I'll call you later, okay? I'm sorry. I really sorry," Brandy stumbled as she stood. She held her right hand under her armpit. "Trust me. I swear, it's nothing you did. I have to go. I... I love you. I promise I'll call later, okay?"

"But- hey, are you... are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yes," Brandy said shortly. Her forehead and temples pounded with her racing heart. Her heat was spreading deeper inside and she was sure she could feel her juices running down her thighs. "I really... you're fine. I have to go."

The young woman grabbed her purse and shoes and left without a glance back. She nearly ran to her car. She cursed quietly at the gravel in Kevin's driveway until, after the third step, it stopped hurting. And then she cursed for a different reason.

Only when she'd backed out of her boyfriend's driveway and shifted into drive did she finally take her right hand from under her armpit. She could see clearly even without the street lights she passed as she raced home.

Thick black claws tipped each finger of her right hand. Bright red blood trailed away from where her skin had split. Brown and black fur had grown along the back of her hand and the joints of her fingers were swollen. She could see the delicate white skin along the bottom of her hand slowly darkening. She prayed she made it home in time.

Brandy was panting as she pulled into her own small driveway. Sweat lined her face as she ran through imaginary lists to keep her focus.

January, March... no! February. March. April. May. June. July. September. November. I. Did I? Was there more? Dammit. Dammit.

The urge to drop to all fours and run was difficult to ignore as she stepped into the small walkway leading to her house. She was barefoot now, her tattered socks trailing behind her as her claws clicked on the concrete. Her t-shirt had ripped and, had she been more mentally present, she'd concerned about exposing herself to her neighbors.

Inside inside inside inside inside, the young woman chanted as her mind slowly faded. With luck, she made it into her small house and locked the door behind herself before collapsing to the floor.

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When Brandy woke the next day, she was completely naked and curled into a small ball in the corner of her bedroom. Small brown and black hairs were stuck to her body with old, dried sweat. She couldn't remember anything since stumbling away from her boyfriend's house. Fresh shame coursed through her as she remembered running away. The small, always present voice, laughed at her.

Brandy stood. As always, her first job was to see what she'd done the night before. Second was the shower. And then, Kevin. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. No, she thought. Work first since I'm late.

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"I'm so, so sorry," Brandy said. She held her cellphone to her ear as she drove to work. "No, I meant it. It wasn't anything you did or said. The card was beautiful and it made me so happy to hear that you loved me. I'm, wow, I'm really sorry because it was terrible timing but, I, uhh, something in the food or wine didn't agree with me and I didn't want to throw up all over you or make a scene at your place. No, no, no, it's got nothing to do with you opening up to me. Trust me."

She listened for a moment before replying. "No, I know that it's part of your job to take care of me but I guess I have to get used to it. I'm sorry I ruined the evening. I just didn't want it to end with me throwing up all over your house. Yeah, yeah I am better. Thank you. Hey, I just got to work and I need to rush in. Let's talk afterwards, okay? I'll have to work late tonight to make up for coming in late."

Despite her anxiety and the stress from the situation, Brandy smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I love you, too. Talk to you later, honey." Brandy hung up and rushed into work, apologizing profusely as she entered.

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Later that evening, having placated Kevin with a long, sickeningly sweet phone call, Brandy sat in bed. She'd undressed after the call. The young woman stared down at herself as she breathed slowly and deeply. She traced a hand down her belly, wondering for the hundredth time if she should get a gym membership. She hated the thought because she felt fine and sexy regardless of her weight. But, a constant stream of caffeine addicted soccer moms and fit women from the yoga studio across from her work made her doubt herself. And all of that despite Kevin's assurances.

She was propped up on four pillows and was on top of her soft, old blanket. Her thighs were thick but smooth and her toes were small and cute. Occasionally she painted her toenails but- she let that thought drop away. Her pubic hair was short, fanning out to cover her mound. She trimmed on date nights but was sometimes lazy and Kevin never seemed to mind. She blushed at several memories of her boyfriend between her legs. She could picture him clearly, arms wrapped around her thighs, his eyes focused on what he was doing. His gentle tongue and the way his nails dug into her...

Brandy shuddered. She could feel herself growing wet and she welcomed it.

"I can control this," she said, out loud. "I can control this. I have to."

Closing her eyes, she leaned back. Her hair was perpetually short and curly and brown and it tickled her ears. She traced up her thigh with her right hand and her arm pressed against her breast. With a light, gentle touch, she pressed the skin around her clit with the very tip of her nail barely under the hood. She kept a memory of Kevin in her mind. Sweet Kevin - shy but attentive and eager to please without being submissive.

Her scent was sharp in the warm air of her bedroom. She took reflexive deep breaths of the smell. Drool formed in her mouth but she swallowed against it.

"I can control this. It doesn't control me." She rubbed herself in small circles with her right hand. Her left hand massaged her breast. "I will not give into it. I will- ohh, Kevin..."

In her mind, Kevin stood before her, spreading her legs open. His face wet from her juices and his cock throbbing before her. He was average sized, perhaps a little on the small size, but incredibly thick. She'd take thickness over length any day of the week and twice on Sunday. Her orgasm was slowly and steadily building.

Brandy moaned and her lips parted. Her tongue lapped at a bit of drool that trickled from the corner of her mouth and then lengthened by fractions of an inch. Brandy pinched her small brown nipple. She began rocking her hips up and down against her imaginary lover. Panting with need, her tongue hung to her chin now. It was wider and not quite as thick as her human tongue. A line of spit rolled from under her tongue and along her chin. She ignored it.

Dream-Kevin was holding her hands up and back, slowly pushing in and out of her. Brandy whined, her brows furrowed as she pictured him naked above her. Leaning down to her, his hairy chest brushing against her nipples. His mouth close to her ears.

You're my good girl, Dream-Kevin said. Brandy yipped in pleasure.

"I- I am a good girl. I'm a good girl," she panted out loud. Black points pierced her fingertips and she grunted as her joints popped. Small black hairs sprouted amongst her light brown pubic hair. A line of brown and black hairs lifted up from her mound to her belly button. "Good girl."

Brandy gripped hard against her large, soft breasts. Her hand felt rough against the smooth skin. Thick black callouses were forming along the bottom of her fingers and the palm of her hand. Dark hairs raised along her knuckles and around the side of her hands.

"Good girl," Brandy panted. She was sweating now. Her lips were darkening from light red to black. "Good- No. No! Bad!"

With a growl, Brandy yanked her hand from between her legs. "Bad girl! Not... not girl. I- I'm- I can... I can... I not. I'm not bad. I'm not bad girl."

Looking down at herself, she saw her hands changed and light fur covering her lower belly. Brandy screamed in frustration and again closed her eyes. The heat was nearly unbearable and Dream-Kevin kept interrupting her thoughts. He was still naked. Telling her what a good girl she was as he stroked her fur and mounted her. She growled, licking her lips with her long tongue. Moistening her blackened nose.

"I. Can. Control," Brandy grunted. The growth of fur stopped. The young woman panted hard, her ample chest heaving as she fought her changes. The smell from between her thighs mixed with her sweat and light dusting of fur and she caught herself taking deep breaths of it. "Won't. Let. Take me."

Kevin. Kevin likes. Me. He's... understand. Understanding. More than other. More than the others, she corrected herself. She pictured him again. Still naked but sitting back, watching her. She held him in her mind as she reminded herself of who she was. Brandy focused on her breathing. Kevin is nice. Nice Kevin.

She saw his gentle eyes and gentle face. Smiling at her and she blushed and grinned at the mental picture. Her imaginary tail (Not tail! No tail! She reminded herself) wagged. Dream-Brandy looked down to Kevin's hairy chest. She loved to run her fingers through it when they cuddled. It was soft and black and covered his entire upper body. She'd just lie there and stroke his fur over and over while she lay against his side. Her claws digging into his fur as he scratched along her back and to her tail and his sharp canines teeth nipped at her neck.

Small black hairs pushed through the skin above her breasts. Little brown hairs joined them and then spread out and over her breasts. The resumed changes were lost on Brandy as she pictured Kevin. In her mind, her thick, furry thigh would be draped over his leg and... Oh. His sheath. Red cock. Sheath. Wet. Smells good. From us. From me. Mounting. Good girl. I'm good girl. Again? Again, Kevin? Again?

Her mind was fragmenting, losing its intelligence but she could see her furry paws pulling back on Dream-Kevin's sheath, exposing his knot as she whined for her lover to mount her again.

Skin pushed at the base of Brandy's back as her tail grew in, wagging in excitement. Her thick paws dipped between her thighs again, pressing her furry breasts together. Words were lost to her as her urges took over.

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The next morning Brandy sat at her little dinner table, staring at her cell phone. It was Tuesday but, this week, it was her 'weekend' from work.

"I could just leave again," she said. She wanted to cry. This wasn't the first time she'd had a conversation like this with herself and Kevin was certainly not the first man she'd left. "Or just break up with him and not ever see him again."

The young woman twirled the slim phone around the table with one finger.

"Or tell him," she said again. "See how he takes it. See what he does. See-"

-if he walks away like all the other men? Her voice asked. Crazy little Brandy Taylor. Stupid little girl with odd delusions and fetishes. Remember Jonathon? From that fetish website? Remember how you thought, in all your glorious loneliness, that maybe a fetishist would be able to handle it? How you thought maybe pet play would work? How did that work, Brandy? The thought of calling someone Master? Wearing a collar? Eating from a dish? Having a leash? Didn't think that through, did you? You almost tried it, though, didn't you? Almost. Because who else did you have? How many years had it been since you'd had someone in your life? Someone that cared for you? It wasn't the same, though, was it? He didn't look at you like you wanted. You already aren't a real person but at least you can play pretend to yourself, can't you? But to have someone else look at you like that? Horrifying, wasn't it? To see in their eyes that you are an animal.

"Kevin's different," Brandy said dully.

The voice laughed. Call him, then. Have him come over. Tell him your little story. See how different he is. Still a stupid little girl.

It took over thirty minutes for Brandy to work up the courage to call her boyfriend. She gave silent thanks when she got his voicemail box and left him a message asking him to come to her place after work. She spent most of the day under blankets, sleeping or just pretending she didn't exist.

[TF-Viewer]

Oh, I like this very much.

[Soccermom]

Yeah, that was quite good.

[blackshirtboy]

really nice work so far! Can't wait for chapter 2!

[LycanDope]

Thanks, everyone! I should have the 2nd/last chapter out tomorrow or Friday. It's mostly written but not completely and then I'll need to edit/change as per usual. It was a fun little thing to write Total is roughly ... 9000 words? So far for both chapters? Written on the fly in about 6.5 to 7 hours with the seed of the idea already there.

[dorintf]

Very good so far, can't wait to read more.

[kittycatmorph]

Really looking forward to the next chapter. Great work you got there.

[LycanDope]

The woman changes while her boyfriend watches. Chapter 2 of 2.
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At 6:00 pm, Kevin knocked on Brandy's door. She felt her heart racing as she answered it. Her smile was strained and awkward on her face and she didn't want to let him go when he hugged her.

"Oh, sweetheart," Kevin said. "You've been crying." The young man had changed into casual clothes before coming over.

Brandy nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wore her dancing penguin pajamas and her pink panties. She always wore her pink panties because they helped her feel brave. Or, rather, it made the world around her feel more ridiculous. No matter what happened, she could always just think to herself: Sure, I can understand you want to yell at me because the extra shot I added to your coffee at your request is somehow now too much but, you know what? I'm wearing hot pink panties with two little pink bows so, there! She was amazed at how much it helped.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked. "Are- Are you breaking up with me?"

Brandy's lip quivered but she swallowed before she started crying. "No," she said, her voice cracking. "I have to tell you something."

Kevin followed Brandy into her room, sitting on her bed when she did. It was a small room with a little dresser and a single night stand with a lamp. The bed took up most of the room - queen sized mattress with huge, thick old blankets. Like with her panties, the bed and blankets were often her refuge when she was depressed.

"What-" Kevin said.

"No, wait," Brandy answered. "This is hard for me to say and it's serious. But, I don't know how to say it right. I never have. It's not the first time I've tried to explain it. Just, promise me you'll listen? That you'll actually listen until the end and let me finish before you say anything? And that you'll give me at least some benefit of the doubt?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," Kevin said. He looked confused and worried. "Of course."

Brandy closed her eyes. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest and she felt like she had to go to the bathroom. She knew she didn't but it's the way she felt before most stressful things like first dates or job interviews or explaining that she wasn't entirely human.

Maybe I shouldn't, she thought. Maybe I shouldn't do this. I could just make something else up. A, umm, sudden trip I have to take. Death in the family. Something other than this. It's all so absurd and embarrassing. I could just go and then figure out whether or not I come back. Or whether I break up with him.

Sneaking a glance up at her boyfriend, she saw the worry in his eyes. He sat quietly, waiting for her to speak, neither rushing her nor becoming upset over the awkwardness of it all.

Augh, Brandy continued. But he's Kevin. He actually cares about me. I've never met someone so thoughtful and empathetic. Despite her repeated broken relationships and broken heart, the young woman never seemed to stay down long. Part of her wondered if that were the other part of her expressing itself - the indomitable optimism. Oh, Jesus-

"Let's," Brandy began. "Let's pretend for a minute, okay? Let's say there's this, umm, world, where things aren't entirely normal. Like, there's witches and other stuff, okay? And curses. In this other world. I'm definitely not talking about this world. Just hypothetically. Strange things happen sometimes and there aren't always explanations for them. Okay, remember your promise. Now let's say I lied. Let's say that that world is really this world. And I'm cursed. Well, my family is. Cursed. By a witch."

Kevin's face ran a gamut of emotions before settling on disbelief. "Are you saying-"

"You promised to wait and listen," Brandy said, her hand raised. "Somewhere way back when, my family was cursed. A great great great great grandparent was a jerk to a witch or a wizard or something magical and we change. Into... Looks. It's. Umm. You know werewolves, right? From the movies? Big huge tall two-legged monsters? Well, kind of like that. Only not wolves. It's more like a dog. And rather than murderous rages, it's more like wanting to play fetch. A stupid happy dog. On two legs. I've set up video cameras to see what it's like. What I'm like. It's... I'm dumb. I don't remember anything once it starts until I wake up. But I just do dumb dog things."

Brandy watched Kevin. He was no longer incredulous. His face was a pure, blank mask and Brandy knew that was worse. She pushed herself to continue before she lost her nerve. "Dog things. Big, two legged, human sized dog things. See this blanket? My grandmother quilted it for me. Look, on the edges, chew marks. I often wake up in random parts of the house with it because it's my- the dog's favorite blanket, too. I hide it from myself sometimes."

"Brandy, come on-" Kevin started.

"I have a goddamn doggie pad! I kept shitting in one specific spot in the corner of my living room so I set up a doggie pad for my stupid doggie self to crap and pee on instead of the floor! And a huge food and water dish! And then I still wake up sometimes with the fridge open and food just spilled out everywhere." Tears rolled down the young woman's face and she angrily rubbed at them with the back of her hand.

Kevin reached out to squeeze Brandy's knee. He obviously wanted to ask questions but he held himself in check.

Before Kevin could interrupt, Brandy continued. "My father is dead. I have a cousin in New York and a brother down in South America somewhere but that's it. Parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts, they all kill themselves. Everybody does in my family eventually. The change starts after puberty and goes slowly. Randomly. Maybe once year then once every six months and eventually once a month. And then it bleeds into other things. When... when we were making out on the couch the other night, I started to change. That's the first time it's happened because of sex. I masturbated last night and it started again. It happens like that eventually. And then it's several times a month. And then once a week. And then it's-"

Brandy hid her face, voice catching as she cried. Kevin reached for her automatically, holding her close as she sobbed. Slowly, she calmed enough to continue.

"Eventually they're stuck like that. We're stuck like that. My dad killed himself when I was nineteen. He was changing every night and, even when he was human, he wasn't very bright anymore. I never knew my mom. She wasn't part of it. It's only our direct blood line. She left me with my father after I was born because she knew what would happen to us. I've never heard from her. I don't know how long I have left. Maybe year. Maybe a decade. Or more. Or less. It's not- it's not on a standard schedule."

Taking a deep breath, the young woman finished. "I've given this speech, well, a variant of it, four other times. All four of those guys walked on me. I can't hide it from you now. Not if it's happening during sex or if I get excited like that. I can't have a normal relationship if it's at that point. So I had to tell you. And it's shitty of me to do it and I'm sorry but I love you and I can't not tell you. I won't-" Brandy swallowed hard several times. "I won't blame you if you leave."

Kevin held Brandy quietly. Minutes passed without a single word. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and thoughtful. "You- you said you had some videos of it happening? Can you show me? I'm sorry, I don't mean to doubt you but, it's a lot. It's a lot to just take in, Brandy."

"No," Brandy sighed. "I deleted them after I watched them. God knows what would happen if I accidentally uploaded them somewhere or something happened."

"Then, I don't-"

"I can show you," Brandy said.

"Show me?"

"I can change in front of you. Only on one condition, though."

"You can actually just... are you serious?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm pretty sure based on the past two nights. But, you have to promise me. If you leave, just, lock the door. And never tell anyone what happened. Please. I don't have much of a life but it's mine. I can't and won't live in a freak show or as some science experiment. Maybe... maybe it sounds dumb or childish or whatever but if I got out and people saw me... Kevin, I couldn't handle that. Promise me. I won't blame you if you leave but at least give me that much."

Kevin breathed out heavily. "Yeah," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm not going to lie, I'm worried about you. It's not, this isn't normal behavior. I like horror movies as much as the next guy but this is something else. I mean, we're talking about reality. There's no such thing as ghosts or vampires or werewolves or whatever."

Brandy moved away from Kevin to the head of the bed. "I know. I know, trust me. I've seen the video. I've seen it happen to my dad and my brother. I know it's real. I don't need you to believe me because I'll show you. But, feel free - if I start acting like an animal but I'm still completely human then feel free to just leave the crazy girl behind. I would, if I were you."

"I-" Kevin paused. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. So, how are you going to do it?"

Without answering, Brandy unbuttoned her pajama top. She wore no bra and Kevin found his eyes drawn to her breasts. He forced himself to look at her eyes. Brandy worked her pants down, wriggling her hips to do it.

"Don't laugh at my panties. They're magical too." Brandy said, blushing furiously.

"They're very, umm, very nice," Kevin answered. Despite the conversation and situation, he couldn't help but grow excited as his girlfriend stripped. Her panties followed and he watched them go. His cock was angled awkwardly and he wanted to adjust himself but he didn't feel it was appropriate to draw attention to his desire.

Brandy was red from the top of her breasts to her ears. "Oh god. Okay, don't, don't look at me while I do this. This is the only way I know to make it happen right now. So, I'll just be, uh, sexually stimulating myself over here. I know it's ridiculous but could you not watch? Please? Sit there but just, just don't watch."

"Yeah. Yeah. I. I won't," Kevin said. "Not that I don't want to watch you. Because you're beautiful and I-"

"Kevin, just shut up. Okay, honey? I mean that in the nicest way." Brandy pulled her knees up to cover herself partially as she rolled to her side. "Remember what I said. That's all I ask. If you stay then, I, huh, I dunno. Never had that happen. Maybe, maybe if you aren't freaked out you could leave me a little note before you leave? I mean, if you're not... I'm rambling. I don't know what you're going to do and, when it happens, I'll be too far gone to notice or care."

The young man reached a hand out to Brandy's side in order to reassure her but he stopped and pulled away. He wasn't sure how she'd take his touch if she didn't want him watching. She was beautiful to him. Not in the traditional skinny magazine model way but, in every way. Her smile, her happy outgoing nature, her kindness, sense of humor and willingness to speak her mind (most of the time) and her love of life itself all combined for him. He'd think she was pretty if he went by her face and figure itself but, with everything else, she was beautiful. And so he stayed, despite his misgivings for the situation.

Facing towards the door, Kevin could still see Brandy from the corner of his eyes. Her arm was moving but he heard nothing else. Her breathing changed as she masturbated and that, more than anything else, turned him on.

"Ooh," Brandy moaned, her voice low and quiet. "Y- yes."

Kevin glanced quickly over at his girlfriend and then chided himself before looking away. He'd promised he wouldn't-

Slowly, Kevin turned to look at Brandy. Fine black and brown hairs lined the young woman's spine. Drops of sweat beaded along her shoulders and, as he watched, her back bulged in some way, pushing her spine out in a small wave. Brandy whined, her arm jerking frantically. He could physically see the little hairs pushing further away from her skin. They were mostly brown with a few thick black hairs mixed in.

"Good. Good girl, Brandy. Brandy, good girl," the young woman whispered to herself, caught in whatever fantasy she was imagining. "Oh!"

Brandy rolled onto her back and Kevin's eyes widened.

"K- Kevin. It's. Starting, Kevin! See! See! I said! Kevin, I said, right?! Ohh. Ohhhhh," the young woman moaned. Her earlier shyness was gone. Brandy reached a hand down between her legs. Light shined off of her thighs, highlighting her wetness.

A thick tuft of fur completely hid Brandy's clit. Her juices clung to the fur, slicking it down and over her lips. It also trapped her scent, helping to fill the room with it. The tuft tapered down to shorter fur that covered the lower part of her stomach. A spray of pure brown fur bloomed above her breasts and then small black dots erupted in a line down to her pussy. Fur sprouted from the little holes. Brown fur that matched the hair atop her head.

Brandy's eyes were closed but her mouth was open in an excited grin. Spit trailed down the side of her mouth but was quickly lapped up by a long, floppy dog tongue. She was panting now. Faster, her breasts heaving as more sweat broke out all over her body. It wasn't the short wheezing gasps of a human but the labored, excited breaths of a large dog. The skin along her nose and lips began to grow dark as her canine teeth lengthened, cracking and breaking the nearby teeth. Brandy whined lightly.

Light fuzz grew along her cheeks and jawline. Kevin watched, fascinated, until he felt Brandy's hand on his wrist. She was looking at him. Her face was slightly extended and she was smiling. Or grinning. It was hard to tell exactly but her eyes showed it well. The palms of her hand felt rough. He felt something pop and looked down to realize her joints were growing and moving. Her hand was easily as large as his now. A thick, black claw pushed through the tip of her index finger. Kevin winced in sympathetic pain but Brandy didn't seem to notice. Two more claws followed. The backs of her hand were thick with brown fur.

Brandy pulled his hand between her legs. He'd never felt her so wet. Everything from the tuft of fur to her pussy lips and thighs were soaked. His fingers brushed between her engorged lower lips and she moaned, pushing her hips up at him.

"Yes?" Brandy asked, the words awkward in her changing mouth. "Kevin, yes?"

Kevin pulled his hand away. "No, Brandy. It's not right. You're-"

Brandy moaned again, rocking her hips, thrusting her chest up and twisting side to side. Her breasts swelled. Light patches of fur covered both of her breasts. Kevin had now words for it. Her breasts weren't perky as a human but they didn't exactly sag, either. Now... Now they seemed to grow more... full. Inflating until the skin stretched to contain the new size. Gravity did its best to flatten her breasts but even on her back, both were full and huge. Her small brown nipples twisted, pulling at the surrounding skin as they too thickened and grew. The light brown fur the grew to cover her breasts was shorter than the rest of her body and stopped around her areola.

With a moan and a twist of her hips, Brandy reached for Kevin's hand again. "Yes?"

Kevin swallowed. He was surprised at how utterly erotic the entire scene was. He hadn't believed her at the beginning. He honestly thought she was crazy. But now, watching her change, he was surprised that he wasn't repulsed. Rather, his cock pounded and ached in his pants.

"No, Brandy, no," he said, cursing himself silently. "It's... it's like rape. It'd be like rape if I did anything with you. You're not all there. It's not right. You didn't give me permission when you were still human." Would I? he wondered. If she'd said before that it was okay, would I?

Brandy growled. She had one large paw around her giant left breast and her right dipped between her legs. Kevin felt in a near daze. The entire small room reeked of sex. It was intense but erotic. He looked at her. Her eyes were closed. Small crunching sounds came from her face and jaw and it slowly pushed away, elongating into a muzzle. Her black lips stretched around the new growth and her nose pulled flat.

Thick strands of brown hair covered the pillows behind Brandy. Her human hair had begun falling out at some point and dog fur took its place. The young woman's ears shifted beneath the remaining hair. The skin along the edge of the ear stretched as the tips pulled into points.

Fur covered Brandy's entire body down to her toes. As with her jaw and hands, Kevin heard small cracks from around her feet. The young woman's toes lengthened and then thickened. Her small toes stayed in place as her feet grew out, leaving her with a human sized dewclaw. More bone shattering crunches made Kevin shiver and his stomach twist. The 'balls' of her new paws were the even larger than her old human feet. The young woman raked the air with her feet, whining and moaning as she pleasured herself. Her calves were thick with muscle and fur. Kevin wanted to run his hand along her feet. The bones from her ankle to her "heel" (no long a heel of a foot but the end of her new paws) to her toes had tripled in density and size in order to hold her increased mass and shift in center of gravity.

With a loud huff, Brandy suddenly turned over. She was larger now but Kevin hadn't noticed when it'd happened. The transition had been nearly fluid. He'd seen her naked enough times to know that, now, her entire upper body was simple bigger. Her long, pointed ears flicked as she looked back at Kevin and whined. She was on her hands and knees in the bed, thick claws tugging at the soaking wet blanket under her.

Wet dog smell mixed with the scent of human sex. Brandy shifted, moving until her ass was directly in front of Kevin. He stood and stepped away from her. Her knees were spread and she was arching her back, raising her hips in the air. The young woman's massive, furry breasts flared out to her sides, pressed flat against the bed.

Brandy made a sound that wasn't quite dog-like but definitely wasn't human. She whined as she flexed her hips at him. The fur around and between her thighs and ass was dark and wet and sticky. Despite the thick fur covering her crotch, he could still see Brandy's pussy. As he'd felt with his fingers, he could see from where he stood that she was engorged. Her pussy lips were thick and black and slick with her juices. As a human, her inner lips were longer than her outer lips but, as she was now, they were pulled into her body. If anything, her pussy looked like a porn star's compact, petite Photoshop'ed pussy. Only bigger and with jet black pussy lips.

The fur above Brandy's ass shifted. Kevin watched as a small tail swiveled back and forth. The fur at the base of her spine bulged and the tail grew longer. Two inches. Three. Naked skin on the new growth of tail quickly became dotted with thick black fur mixed with trace amounts of brown. Four inches. Five. As the tail grew longer, it wagged more fiercely back and forth. Nine inches. Ten. Twelve. The fur along the length of Brandy's tail grew longer than anywhere else on her body, leaving her with a thick, luxurious, massive human sized tail. It flexed up and back in a long arch as it finished growing, leaving Brandy fully exposed for her lover.

The young woman whined again and then panted heavily.

"Brandy?" Kevin asked.

Rather than answer, the young woman barked loudly. Kevin winced, covering her ears. She looked... Kevin turned his head to the side. A German Shepherd Dog? It was the closest he could think based on what she looked like. But, basically-

Brandy pushed back suddenly, rocking her hips up and down against Kevin's body. He could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs and his shirt was wet from where she rubbed him. The young man jerked away from her.

"Whoa! Whoa, Brandy! No, okay? No? Remember what I said? Can you? Can you stop? Doing that? The, thing? Showing me your... can you stop that? Can you sit up? Please. Hey! Hey, don’t-!"

Brandy pulled her tongue into her muzzle and cocked her head as Kevin spoke. Before he finished, she reached back a thick paw and he watched as a long finger opened her pussy. The lips separated wetly, exposing the soft, slick pink skin deep within. She whined again as she masturbated slowly in front of him, her hips still raised and her muzzle lying flat on the bed with her tongue out.

Kevin pushed at his erection through his pants. It was starting to become painful. He thought briefly of leaving but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not after what she'd said. He couldn't abandon her. She was his girlfriend. It wasn't her fault. She'd been there for him through rough times and he'd done the same for her in the year they'd been dating. This is just... this is just another rough spot, he thought.

"All right. Brandy, all right. I have to, umm, take care of something. It'll help. Me. It'll help me. You stay. Stay!" Kevin said loudly when Brandy turned to follow him as he backed away from the room. "Oh shit, no, hey, I'm sorry. You aren't a dog, I didn't mean that like that."

Brandy cocked her head again, not understanding the problem. Kevin walked carefully to the bathroom and then closed the door. Despite being a small house, the bathroom was large and comfortable. Brandy had liked to joke that she practically lived in it when she wasn't defending her bed's blanket fort. Kevin opened the toilet lid and pulled down his pants. His cock throbbed before him.

From outside the door, Brandy whined piteously. The door thudded a few times.

"No! Brandy, not- just wait a second, okay?" Kevin grabbed his cock. He felt slightly dirty for what he was about to do but he knew if he didn't give himself some release, it'd hurt for quite a while. Brandy's black nose and the tip of her muzzle appeared under the gap of the bathroom door. He saw her long tongue lick around her muzzle and her the nostrils of her black, wet nose flared several times. "Just... just gimme a second here, okay?"

Looking away, Kevin closed his eyes and masturbated. He was ridiculously aroused from watching Brandy so he knew it wouldn't take long. As much as he tried to picture Brandy human, all he could see was her changing. Rather than her standing naked and smiling in his kitchen or the bedroom, he saw her on her hands and knees, clawed finger between black pussy lips. After a moment, he gave up and just pictured her as she was. How soft her fur would be. How warm and wet-

Without warning, the frame around the bathroom door splintered and the door slammed open. Brandy bounded into the bathroom. Before he could stop her, she had her arms wrapped around his waist. Her long tongue lapped at his cock and he shuddered.

"Brandy! Hey! No! You can't-" He felt her claws dig into his ass and lower back - not to hurt him but just to anchor herself. Her fur pressed against his legs and she was as soft as he'd expected. Kevin tugged and pushed at Brandy but she was surprisingly strong. And extremely determined.

The young woman's thick tail thumped against the tile floor as she took Kevin's entire cock deep into her muzzle. She held him there carefully, not moving her mouth but growling lightly as he tried to push her away. The entire time, her tongue worked ceaselessly along his thick length.

"Hey," Kevin hissed. He could feel himself near the edge. The sensation was... unique. Her tongue was incredibly flexible and her mouth was warm and wet. It was like having his cock in a woman's vagina if she was able to roll, slide, flex, squeeze and pulse her vaginal muscles at any point inside her body. And if she had teeth. Sharp, dangerous teeth. Not exactly a-

"SHIT!" Kevin yelled. He came and the young woman froze, swallowing each spurt of his cum. Her tail slammed up and down on the floor and she practically vibrated with excitement. Kevin's fingers gripped the thick fur atop Brandy's head and he tensed. With the last bit of cum, Brandy sat back, grinning her odd little grin. Her massive furry breasts shook slightly with each excited, happy thump of her tail. Kevin wasn't quite sure how he felt about the whole thing. It was far from unpleasant. Far, far from unpleasant but, was it okay? His dick still ached and she'd felt really damn good but, should he feel guilty or bad from what happened?

Before he could decide how he felt, Brandy began cleaning him. She made long, slow licks along the length of his cock. Kevin groaned as her rough dog's tongue rasped against the overly sensitive head of his cock. Her expressions were hard to read but he liked to think he could see love in her eyes. The young man scratched behind her long ears and Brandy panted happily, tilting her head for him.

"To hell with it," Kevin said, scratching. "Thank you for the blowjob, Brandy. It was pretty awesome."

Brandy huffed in reply. The young woman stood and hugged Kevin awkwardly, her arms draped over his shoulders. His cock pressed directly against the tuft of fur over her mound. The wet fur enveloped his dick until she pressed closer and the head slipped down against her clit. A dull, hard ache bloomed low in his belly. Despite having just had an orgasm, he desperately wanted her. It took an enormous amount of discipline to not reach down and grab her ass.

A small part of Kevin didn't want to admit how much he liked the feel of her fur against his partially naked body. An even smaller part didn't want to admit to finding the idea of having sex with an uninhibited version of his girlfriend intensely erotic. He wondered what it'd feel like to have her huge fluffy tail pressed against his chest. Or how her gigantic furry breasts would tickle his face when he licked her fat nipples. He groaned at the images. The small parts didn't want to admit any of that but he found it difficult to ignore the enormous attraction to the ideas.

Brandy whined lightly against him. She could smell his desires and her body responded. She turned and leaned over, touching the ground with her legs spread. Her heavy, full breasts hung below her, nipples hard and erect in her excitement. Her tail again arched up. Kevin's eyes were drawn to her and he watched her pussy open slightly to him. Ropes of thin, clear liquid connected her lips and pieces of the surrounding fur. She gently pushed back against him and he shivered as his half-erect cock pressed against her hot, wet lips.

Just... I just want to see for a moment, he told himself. That's okay, right? Just the once? Just a little? Kevin reached forward and ran his fingers through the fur covering Brandy's thick ass. He felt the muscles of her lower back move and shift as her tail wagged. He pulled her closer to him and her lips wrapped around the length of his cock. He stopped. No, he thought, hunger and desire raging deep within.

Brandy whined quietly as Kevin pulled away. She spread her legs further and looked back at him, naked lust in her barely human eyes.

"Another time, sweetheart," Kevin said. "I promise. Oh god. I really hate myself right now. A lot. Jesus, I want you." The young man pulled his underwear and pants up, sighing as Brandy's scent wafted up to him. Her juices covered his cock and he allowed himself that one little thing. The pleasure of having his girlfriend's scent on him. He loved to wake up in the mornings after they had sex and still be able to smell her on him. Good boy, he told himself with a sigh.

The look in Brandy's eyes clearly showed her disappointment but she suddenly snapped her head around and barked, bolting from the room on all fours. Ass and tail working back and forth. Kevin followed her, curious. She was in the bedroom, nosing and pawing at the closet. She looked at Kevin and then fumbled awkwardly with the closet door until she accidentally opened it. The young woman grinned proudly at herself and immediately crawled into the small area. Kevin found it difficult to ignore the fact that she was basically naked. Especially bent over as she was and exposing herself.

Step one, he thought. Work on it. She's naked but she's not. Just try to think of the fur like clothing. Just ignore the fact that her pussy is right fucking there the entire goddamned time. Just ignore how incredibly horny you are and how fucking good she smells and how strong that smell is. How she apparently doesn't give a rat's ass that she's naked and especially, especially, ignore the fact that she'd probably abso-fucking-lutely love if you just randomly decided to fuck her. Yeah. Yeah, just ignore that. Ignore that probably, no matter what she was doing, if you just went up, dropped your pants and put your dick in her that she'd love it. Oh Jesus. That's... that's really hard to ignore. What if it's like that? When she's like this? Always ready? Always okay with it? Always wanting it and loving it? Holy fuck. Okay. Okay, calm down. Calm down. Breathe. Breathe deeply. Whoa, not that deep. Jesus, her pussy smells amazing. Calm. Calm. You got this, buddy. Just because she wants it right now doesn't mean it's okay. It's not right and you know it. He watched her hips work and her tail wag and tried his best not to look between her legs.

To distract himself, Kevin looked into the closet. Brandy was nosing at a small cardboard box in the very corner of the area. She was oddly unaware of the existence of her hands. Finally, Kevin stepped in and opened the box for her. Brandy leaned heavily against him and her tail ceaselessly smacked against his hip.

"All right, Brandy, just hold on. Be patient," he told her. There were a few things in the box but it was too dark to see. He grabbed the biggest thing and pulled it out. Brandy nearly exploded with excitement. It was a huge, rubbery chew toy. A tag, still attached, loudly advertised that dogs would LOVE playing with the SNACKMASTER 3000 while trying to get the treats out. At the bottom of the tag was a cartoon dog singing, 'Who let the treeeeaaaats out?! Woof, woof woof wooooof!'

Kevin felt a moment of sadness for his girlfriend. What did that have to be like? he wondered. How must it have felt to go shopping for toys for yourself? His heart hurt for her a little. From what she'd said and from what he could guess, the curse had to be terrible. A downward, uncontrollable spiral that caused so much heartbreak and pain. And yet she bought a simple toy for her other self. Something to keep her animal side happy. How had she felt, standing in line, listening to the cashier talk about how dogs loved the toy and they'd be so happy when she brought it home. Kevin looked down at Brandy and smiled at her but his lips trembled.

Brandy barely noticed. She backed away from the closet and kneeled, arms and paws raised, tail wagging fiercely. She barked loudly (Kevin cursed as he noticed the way her huge breasts jiggled slightly when she did it) and begged until he gave it to her. She spent nearly an early playing with it. Tossing it, chasing it, biting and pulling at it with her hands and teeth. When Kevin followed her, she ran and hid from him and then barked playfully and ran to a different side of the house.

Suddenly, Kevin realized how hungry she must be. He walked to the kitchen and Brandy followed, chew toy (flecked with drool) firmly in her muzzle. There was a box of peanut butter filled pretzel bites on one of the shelves.

Brandy growled at Kevin when he reached for the chew toy in her mouth.

"I just need it for a second, Brandy," Kevin said.

The young woman continued to growl as he pulled on it, her ears, flicking in irritation.

"Come on, Brandy. Drop it. Just... let go." She stood as tall as him on her paws. He had his hands on the toy in her mouth and she turned, pulling steadily back with her mouth. As if to underscore that she wasn't an actual dog (and in a surprising show of sudden awareness of her hands), she grabbed his arm and pulled at him. He was pretty sure she could hurt him badly if she wanted but she was oddly gentle. Finally, he let go of the toy, grabbed a pretzel and threw it. Brandy was off like a shot, the chew toy bouncing forgotten on the floor. Kevin picked it up, opened it and placed a few more pretzels inside, just in time for Brandy to come back. She was smacking her lips over and over, her long tongue working at the inside of her muzzle.

When Brandy saw the toy in Kevin's hand, she dropped to all fours and lowered her upper body. Her tail wagged frantically. It was oddly distracting to see her huge brown and black furred breasts dangling and swinging underneath her and he felt himself growing hard again. It was a similar position to what she'd done on the bed. But, not quite. Still, his mind helpfully supplied the relevant, sexy details of how she was crouched - exactly as she would be when they fucked, doggy-style. The young man sighed. Thanks, brain. Thanks.

The temptation to wave the toy and say, in his most condescending pet-talk voice 'you want it? You want it, girl,' was only very slightly hard to resist but he did and, instead, threw the toy. She spent another hour freeing the pretzels without using her hands. And bringing it to be refilled and thrown over and over.

As the night wore on, Kevin grew tired. He was exhausted from Brandy's seemingly endless amount of energy. He sat on her small couch and Brandy soon padded over. Kevin hesitated, unsure of what to do but Brandy simply got up on the couch and lay her upper body on his lap. As he had two nights previous, he slowly stroked her back. Brandy chuffed in happiness, her tail twitching and thumping the front of the couch.

The young woman's huge, soft breasts pressed his crotch but he did his best to ignore them and Brandy seemed suddenly too tired to do anything about his growing erection. Kevin scratched slowly on her head and between her ears with one hand and along her back with his other, stopping short of her ass. Too dangerous for both of them, he decided, despite how tired they appeared to be.

Brandy soon fell asleep on her boyfriend. Eventually, he shifted and she woke, yawning with a high pitched squeal.

"Come on, Brandy," he said. They both stood and, this time, Brandy followed Kevin to her bedroom. Leaving his clothes on, he slid beneath the covers and patted the empty space beside him. Brandy yawned again and crawled in with him. She lay curled on her side like a dog, pressing herself against Kevin's stomach. However, as the night wore on, she slowly turned to her side.

Kevin lay awake the entire time. His mind was abuzz with various thoughts. Around 2 am, he finally felt the strong pull of sleep. After careful consideration, he stripped naked under the blankets and then pressed himself against Brandy's back. He reached around and edged his fingers under Brandy's left breast as he always did when they spooned. His fingers slid against the smooth, soft fur and Brandy's tail twitched lightly in response. She wriggled back against him in a very familiar, very human way. Despite how tired he was, he found himself growing hard. However, she was soft and warm and, soon, he drifted off into sleep.

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Light shined through Brandy's cheap, plastic window shades. She groaned and rolled and stretched and then froze. The night before came back to her. Oh. Kevin, she remembered.

It was the first time she'd woken in bed after she had changed. A small bit of hope fluttered in her belly as she wondered whether Kevin had brought her to bed. Perhaps, she thought, perhaps he'd hadn't run off? The young woman eased herself out of bed and made her way into the living room. There was no note on the coffee table. Her heart sunk a little. She checked the bathroom mirror (noting the broken door and sighing at it) and then the kitchen.

No note. No Kevin.

Brandy sat at her kitchen table, her heart in her throat. Tears shined at the corner of her eyes.

See? See what happens? Another one gone because you couldn't keep your stupid mouth shu-

The young woman screamed as the sliding glass door between her kitchen and back yard opened. Kevin stood at the doorway, eyes wide.

"Oh, man," Kevin said, averting his eyes. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to scare you like that. I'm not being a creep. I was just throwing something away outside before you- Anyway, just a thing. I'm really-"

Kevin's words were choked off as Brandy flung herself at him. She sobbed against him, body shaking from the tears. Kevin slowly wrapped his arms around her, resisting the urge to pick off all of the black and brown hairs from along her back.

"I thought you'd left me!" wailed Brandy. "I thu-thu-thought you were like all the rest!"

"Hey," Kevin whispered. "Hey, shh, it's okay. I'm here. I stayed with you. I'm still here." He gently rubbed his girlfriend's back.

"I- I- I-" Brandy stuttered, tears streaming down her face.

"You know," Kevin said quietly. "I was thinking. If all this stuff you said is true and, yeah, I saw it myself. I was thinking. Curses can be lifted. Right? I mean, look at all of the princess movies and other stuff. If you can be changed into something, someone has to be able to change you back. I have some vacation time saved up so I thought-"

"You big dummy," Brandy said, her voice shaky. "You talk too much when you're nervous. We can talk about it after a minute. Tell me what happened."

"All of it?" Kevin asked.

"What do you-? Of course all of it. Why?"

"Even the crazy marathon of sex?"

Brandy stood back and hit Kevin's upper arm, the effect only slightly ruined when her breasts jiggled. "You jerk! You better be lying!"

"Well..."

The young woman stood on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend. Her voice dropped lower. "Or not lying. I, uhh, wouldn't mind hearing all about that, either."

Kevin grinned. "As long as we don't forget the plans. I have some ideas. But, yeah, I'll start with the bathroom. Or, actually, the bed... "

Brandy's face burned bright red from embarrassment but quickly turned to a flush of arousal as the story continued. When she began panting and drooling, Kevin coughed and he switched to his ideas about her curse. Brandy whined but slowly grew calm and focused. She watched Kevin as he spoke animatedly about posting advertisements and researching online. His words were mostly lost to her as she simply watched her boyfriend talk. Her heart swelled and ached and she felt the beginning of tears at the corners of her eyes. Tears of joy. Tears that spoke of the possibility of no longer being alone. Of having someone stay by her side. Her deep-seated fear of the future began to dim, replaced with hope.

And, for the first time in as long as she could remember, the angry little voice inside her mind was silenced.

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Very awesome.

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Absolutely loved it.