The Hidden Shelf

The final chapter in the story.

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Early morning sunlight streamed through Lynn’s curtains.  The young woman woke slowly, still smiling from her dream.  She felt unreasonably happy, as if she were a small child tucked into bed by loving parents after a full day of play.  An empty chair stood beside her bed and, next to the chair was a small table.  Atop the table was a plate full of vegetables and a bowl full of mixed greens.  Lynn’s stomach rumbled loudly and she remembered she hadn’t eaten anything the day before.  But, worse was her bladder.  She wanted to stay in bed, wrapped in warmth but both basic needs cried out to her.

Lynn carefully pulled the blanket away from her.  Her udder seemed to bulge a little more but everything else seemed the same.  Except- Lynn looked at her arms.  During the night, both arms had become covered in white and brown fur like the rest of her body.  A large nearly perfect circular patch of white fur covered her right elbow while the rest of her arms were mostly brown.  Looking down, she saw that her legs were similarly covered in fur.  She smiled hopefully at the few changes.  Swinging her legs carefully over the edge of the bed, she groaned when her bladder yelled for attention.

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Chapter 6 of 7.   A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property.  Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn sat in her car.  She’d worn a large t-shirt over a bra that didn’t at all fit properly, even at the furthest clasp.  She wore her black yoga pants and the fabric stretched over her ass.  Her tail rasped slowly over the wide elastic band around the waist as it moved.  She’d tried to hide the tail in the pants but it hurt to have it bunched up.  She couldn’t pull them up high because of her udder.  A baseball cap she’d received from a previous client hid her ears and her face from casual view.  Her shoes absolutely didn’t fit so she’d gone barefoot.

The cool quiet of the parking garage helped calm Lynn as she wriggled herself into a more comfortable position.  The thought of driving on the open road suddenly seemed far too daunting.  There’s going to be other cars and, she grimaced.  Loud noises.  And what if they see me?  Or what if I get pulled over?  What will the cop do?  I can’t.  I can’t do this.  I can’t.  Lynn’s face crumbled.  She felt a lump in her throat that threatened to turn into another crying fit.  She swallowed several times, breathing through her nose as she fought for calmness.

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A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property.  Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn woke slowly, her mind clawing its way out of a near-drunken haze.  Her body tugged at her, calling attention to different parts that ached or itched or hurt.  She sat up, blinking through gummy eyes while smacking her lips.  Sharp pain lanced through both of her breasts when she moved.  She looked down at her swollen breasts and suddenly adrenaline crashed through her, lifting the fog from her brain.

“Muuh!” Lynn cried out in a sudden deep-throated panic.  It wasn’t her breasts that alarmed her; rather, it was the distended area of her stomach that brought her fully awake.  Her mind told her it was impossible.  Surely it was a trick of some kind.  An illusion.

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