{"id":398,"date":"2015-02-22T21:11:38","date_gmt":"2015-02-23T05:11:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=398"},"modified":"2015-02-22T21:13:04","modified_gmt":"2015-02-23T05:13:04","slug":"bitch-ch-01-tf-were-dog-forced","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=398","title":{"rendered":"Bitch Ch. 01 [TF \/ Were-dog \/ Forced]"},"content":{"rendered":"

A young woman is humbled after making rude comments in front of a supernatural creature. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Part 1 of 2. \u00a0I know this because I’m only about 1,000 words away from finishing part 2. \u00a0Second part should be out in 2 or 3 days!<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Julia held the door for her friend. \u00a0“Why not a cat?” she asked. \u00a0“Cats are quiet, clean and small. \u00a0They’re perfect little pets.”<\/p>\n

“I know. \u00a0I like cats. \u00a0It’s just,” Pamela paused. \u00a0“I need an animal to help keep me active and get me out there. \u00a0And, well, it’d be nice to have a happy face to come home to. \u00a0Cats are too aloof.”<\/p>\n

A low murmur of adult voices mixed with the loud, excited voices of small children as the two women entered the animal shelter. \u00a0Kittens played behind glass in small, sectioned off cubes to their left. \u00a0Young pre-teen girls squealed as the kittens fumbled and pounced in their areas. \u00a0A small room to their right, labeled “Exotic Animals” held less than exotic bunnies and parakeets. \u00a0Julia wrinkled her nose at the faint antiseptic smell permeating the room.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

“Or, you could get back out there and start dating again,” Julia said. \u00a0They made their way to the counter to wait behind an older couple. \u00a0“Steven would go out with you in a heartbeat.”<\/p>\n

“No. \u00a0No way. \u00a0I’m not ready yet.”<\/p>\n

“Pam,” Julia sighed. \u00a0“Josh was two months ago.”<\/p>\n

“And I’m still not ready,” Pamela answered. \u00a0“Besides, I’ve always wanted a dog. \u00a0I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I’m ready. \u00a0I’ve got a little yard for it and I even took the shelter’s training course. \u00a0Did you know that if a dog’s tail wags more to one side or the other, you can tell whether it’s happy or not?”<\/p>\n

“Are you sure? \u00a0I-” \u00a0Julia stopped as they approached the counter.<\/p>\n

“We’d like to see the dogs, please.” \u00a0Pamela told the older woman behind the counter.<\/p>\n

“Of course, hun,” the employee said, smiling. \u00a0She was in her fifties and her smile was gentle. \u00a0“Just go through those doors behind you and then take a left. \u00a0If you see one you like, just let one of the volunteers know and we’ll get a room ready so you can spend some time saying hello.”<\/p>\n

“Thank you,” Pamela replied. \u00a0The tall, pretty blond pulled at her shorter friend. \u00a0“Come on, Julia. \u00a0Help me pick.”<\/p>\n

“Easy. \u00a0Look at that black kitten. \u00a0It’s trying to eat its own tail. \u00a0Done. \u00a0We’re done here. \u00a0You’ve found your animal.”<\/p>\n

Pamela sighed. \u00a0“Yes, it’s very cute but I’m not getting a cat. \u00a0What’s wrong with dogs? \u00a0Why are you so against me getting one?”<\/p>\n

“Because,” Julia answered, gagging. \u00a0“They smell bad.”<\/p>\n

The two stood inside the dog pen. \u00a0Julia pinched her nose closed as her eyes watered. \u00a0Beside her, Pamela grunted quietly.<\/p>\n

“It’s just the cages. \u00a0They can’t help it,” Pamela said, her eyes scanning the large room. \u00a0“Come on, we’ll start over here.”<\/p>\n

“And they poop everywhere, Pam,” Julia said. \u00a0“Everywhere. \u00a0My neighbor got a dog a couple months ago and I’ve had to watch my step every since. \u00a0Cats use a box; why can’t dogs?”<\/p>\n

The two women wandered past cages. \u00a0Pam cooed at small yapping dogs while gently reassuring larger, angrier dogs. \u00a0As they walked, Julia could feel a headache beginning to bloom behind her eyes. \u00a0The sounds of dogs barking, crying, whining and growling mixed with the combined smells of industrial strength cleaning solutions and dozens of caged dogs.<\/p>\n

“Ohhh, you poor thing,” Pamela said quietly, crouching in front of a corner cage.<\/p>\n

“Pam… I think that one’s dead,” Julia whispered.<\/p>\n

“No, I can see it breathing.” \u00a0An old golden retriever lay on its side in the corner. \u00a0Its fur was coarse and mottled with a fair amount of gray.<\/p>\n

“You can’t get that one, Pam,” Julia said. \u00a0“The little sign says it’s … she’s twelve years old and has medical issues.”<\/p>\n

“But, Jules, look. \u00a0It’s so sad. \u00a0Nobody is going to take her home. \u00a0She’ll die here. \u00a0Hey. \u00a0Hey, pretty girl. \u00a0Its okay.”<\/p>\n

“Pam, seriously, no. \u00a0It’s… she’s… come on. \u00a0She’s got growths on her or something. \u00a0She’s kinda gross.”<\/p>\n

“Julia! \u00a0That’s a horrible thing to say!”<\/p>\n

Unseen to both, a small winged creature shimmered just under the dog’s muzzle. \u00a0It blinked almond shaped eyes as it stretched and stood on tiny feet. \u00a0The dog whimpered in its sleep but settled quietly when the creature gently touched its cheek. \u00a0Angry little eyes focused on Julia.<\/p>\n

“Ugh. \u00a0Okay, but, seriously, you wanted a dog to keep you active. \u00a0This old thing would just lie around all day. And, I’m sorry, but do you smell that? \u00a0She smells the worst out of all of them.”<\/p>\n

Pamela frowned at her friend. \u00a0“You’re being terrible, Julia. \u00a0Really mean.”<\/p>\n

“Fine,” Julia sighed. \u00a0“I’m sorry. \u00a0But, really, you wanted a dog that would get out and jump around and be all energetic and happy and this one won’t.”<\/p>\n

“I know,” Pamela sighed, standing with a last wiggle of her fingers at the old, sleeping dog. \u00a0“Okay. \u00a0We’ll keep looking but, I still like the terrier the most.”<\/p>\n

The small winged creature glowed brightly for a brief moment before fading away.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Plates clattered as Julia stacked her rinsed dinner dishes. \u00a0She stretched, yawning widely and then scratched at her stomach slowly while making her way to her small office. \u00a0The young woman woke and unlocked her computer.<\/p>\n

“Let’s see what’s happening in the world,” she told herself quietly. \u00a0Lightly kicking her small toes through the thick, soft carpet, she logged into her Facebook account. \u00a0Immediately, Julia groaned, rolling her eyes. \u00a0Numerous posts about the movie Fifty Shades of Grey<\/i> filled her feed and she was disheartened to see how many of her old friends gushed about the movie. \u00a0She’d never dared to read the book but she was aware of it and what it talked about.<\/p>\n

Clucking her tongue, she responded to a friend’s wall post:<\/p>\n

Anne, I’m sad to see you watched this movie. \u00a0I know we haven’t talked in a while but I remember the bright young woman that used to sit with me in Bible study. \u00a0It’s unpopular in this day and age but we both took the abstinence pledge in school and I really hope you’re still staying strong. \u00a0If you ever want to talk, I’m here. \u00a0Still (I hope) your friend in Christ.<\/i><\/p>\n

The rest of her news feed seemed depressingly full of baby photos or pregnancy photos. \u00a0Julia frowned but wrote encouraging and happy posts to her friends. \u00a0She was twenty-six years old and it seemed nearly all of her female friends had kids. \u00a0Most of them weren’t married. \u00a0The young woman tucked a stray brown hair behind her right ear. \u00a0She scratched idly behind her ear while browsing through her feed.<\/p>\n

A quiet ‘ding’ from her computer’s speakers and the resulting small notification window made her grin. \u00a0Julia opened her email client to read the email that’d just come through. \u00a0She’d started talking to a young man several weeks ago through a Christian Dating site and she looked forward to the nearly daily emails.<\/p>\n

Julia’s grin turned to a happy smiled as she read the email. \u00a0Charles, the young man in question, seemed genuinely nice and honest. \u00a0Once finished, she took her hand away from her lower belly, where she’d been gently rubbing at her smooth skin, and typed a reply. \u00a0She told him about her trip to the animal shelter and how happy her friend had been when she’d been able to adopt a young, excitable terrier. \u00a0Pamela had also asked about the older golden retriever. \u00a0She’d planned to talk to her landlord to see if he’d forego an additional pet deposit if she took the elderly dog in. \u00a0She also spoke about the alarming number of posts on Facebook over that disgusting new movie and how glad she was that Charles understood the importance of saving himself for marriage.<\/p>\n

Tucking an imaginary string of hair behind her left ear, Julia scratched deeply for a moment before ending her email.<\/p>\n

I think<\/i>, she wrote, that I’m ready to meet with you. \u00a0I’ll be busy at work all week but, if you’re not busy Friday night, I’d love to have dinner with you. \u00a0Let me know what you think!<\/i><\/p>\n

God bless,<\/i><\/p>\n

Julia<\/i><\/p>\n

The young woman sent her email and then locked her computer. \u00a0She made her way through her apartment, putting things in order for bedtime: \u00a0arranging her mail for the next day, collecting stray water glasses and reshelving magazines. \u00a0With everything put away, she stopped in front of her thermostat.<\/p>\n

The end of winter was finally bringing some sharply cold night but she felt unusually warm, despite her thermostat being set for 64 degrees. \u00a0Julia rubbed at her cheeks and ears, feeling an uncharacteristic heat flushing through her body. \u00a0With a tap, she turned her heater off and made her way to her bathroom.<\/p>\n

Julia examined herself in the mirror, noting how her small ears looked reddened. \u00a0A hint of red touched her narrow cheeks but her forehead seemed clammy and white.<\/p>\n

“I cannot be sick the week of my date. \u00a0I refuse. \u00a0You hear me, Julia Farnsworth? \u00a0I refuse.” \u00a0Digging through her medicine cabinet, she found a jar of Nyquil and took a swallow, gagging through the taste of it. \u00a0She brushed carefully and then grabbed a spool of floss. \u00a0She secretly prided herself on her flossing. \u00a0She hadn’t had any cavities since she was a child and her teeth were flawless without ever having felt the touch of braces.<\/p>\n

The string snapped when she tried to floss between her canine teeth. \u00a0She frowned and leaned in closer. \u00a0Wrapping another length of string around her fingers, she slowly worked the floss between her incisor and canine. \u00a0The thin string tugged to a stop without slipping between the teeth. \u00a0Julia sawed the string back and forth gently but, again, the string snapped. \u00a0When it happened a third time, she decided to skip the top canines. \u00a0The string almost snapped when she reached her lower canines but she was able to carefully work it out.<\/p>\n

Finished in the bathroom, the young woman made her way to her bedroom. \u00a0She regretted dressing herself in her favorite cotton pajamas as the heat in her head began to travel down through her core. \u00a0She knelt at her bedside and bowed, speaking the same simple prayer that she’d said since childhood.<\/p>\n

Finally, ready for bed, she slipped beneath her thick comforter. \u00a0After a bit of tossing and turning, she wondered if she should slip out of her top but old habits and indoctrinated thoughts prevailed and she blushed at the idea. \u00a0Julia’s jaw cracked and her ears popped as she yawned widely. \u00a0Sleep took her while she went through her plans for the coming week.<\/p>\n

Julia’s eyes cracked open. \u00a0Her mind was a jumbled confusion but she groaned as she glanced at her bedside clock. \u00a0Light blue digits glowed, telling her it was nearly midnight. \u00a0She rolled to her side and closed her eyes. \u00a0Her neighbor’s dog barked and howled and she knew now why she was awake.<\/p>\n

“Come on, seriously?” she moaned. \u00a0She tucked her head under her pillow. Several times, she found herself nearly falling asleep but the dog would start barking again and she’d feel it slip away from her. \u00a0When she did sleep, it was sporadic and she found herself awake and unable to fall back asleep well before her alarm went off at 6:30 am.<\/p>\n

Groaning, the young woman sat up. \u00a0She didn’t feel as warm as she had the night before but her jaw ached. \u00a0From grinding my teeth at that stupid dog, I bet.<\/i> Her comforter lay on the floor next to the bed and, looking down, she found her top was completely unbuttoned and her bra was somehow missing. \u00a0The young woman blushed as she buttoned her top closed. \u00a0She found her bra on the floor under the comforter.<\/p>\n

She moved slowly through the morning. \u00a0Her body ached from the poor sleep and her mind was a dull buzz. \u00a0Gray, cold light seeped from under her curtains. \u00a0She showered unenthusiastically, washing and rubbing and scratching along her legs and belly and chest until she was clean. \u00a0Only when she was dressing herself did she begin to wake up.<\/p>\n

Julia stood in front of her closet’s mirror, turning left and right. \u00a0She’d chosen a dark gray long skirt with a plain, white button-down shirt and a light gray suit jacket. \u00a0Her shoulder-length curly brown hair hung loose around above the slightly open collar of her shirt.<\/p>\n

Along the nape of her neck, light reddish-brown hair sprouted from under her hairline. \u00a0Sparse, short and nearly invisible, the light hair grew down the back of her neck, stopping at her shoulders. \u00a0Julia frowned and pulled at the soft tag of her shirt. \u00a0She shivered at the sudden itchiness along her neck and wondered if she should cut the tag off. \u00a0Glancing at the clock, she sighed and finished getting ready. \u00a0She scratched along her neck, short clear fingernails tracing through the new reddish-brown hairs.<\/p>\n

With a final glance around the house, the young woman nodded, satisfied that she hadn’t forgotten anything. \u00a0She grabbed her keys and left, locking the door behind her.<\/p>\n

Standing at the bus stop, Julia shifted from one foot to another. \u00a0The heel and arch of her foot ached slightly in her flats. \u00a0She made a mental note to wear different shoes next time or to look for insoles for the shoes she was wearing. \u00a0Insoles,<\/i> she thought. \u00a0These are my favorite shoes.<\/i><\/p>\n

A small black dot appeared on the inside of the young woman’s bottom lip. \u00a0It was an irregular spot that grew, stretching into a line as the pink flesh darkened. \u00a0It stopped, leaving a mix of pink and black that crept up up slightly to leave a thin black line in the middle of the top of her lip. \u00a0Julia ground her teeth together subconsciously, the ache fading slightly as she did.<\/p>\n

The sound of a closing door made her look around. \u00a0Her neighbor was leaving for work. \u00a0Julia walked over to his yard.<\/p>\n

“James. \u00a0Excuse me, James?” \u00a0She said, her voice firm.<\/p>\n

“Oh, hey… uhh… Julia, right?” \u00a0James answered. \u00a0He was older than her by perhaps ten years. Some gray was starting to show in his auburn hair and he perpetually had a 5 o’clock shadow but he was dressed sharply and always seemed polite.<\/p>\n

“James, your dog kept me up all night last night. \u00a0I really-”<\/p>\n

“Oh, geez, I’m so sorry Julia. \u00a0I really don’t know what was going on. \u00a0He’s never done that. \u00a0Usually he’s really relaxed and only barks when people ring the doorbell. \u00a0I’m really, really sorry for last night.”<\/p>\n

“Well, thank you but, I slept horribly. \u00a0I’ll have to ask you to keep a tighter leash on him if he keeps it up.”<\/p>\n

James nodded. \u00a0“Absolutely. \u00a0I’m really sorry. \u00a0I’ll figure something out but, really, he’s such a great dog. \u00a0Hey, I have to run but, don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him tonight. \u00a0Sorry again!”<\/p>\n

Julia watched the man leave before turning to make her way to the bus stop again. \u00a0The sun peeked weakly through haze and early morning clouds.<\/p>\n

Without checking the time, she turned to look down the street. \u00a0Her left ear twitched and the electric bus silently rounded the corner to come into view. \u00a0The young woman shrugged within her suit jacket, rolling her shoulders and reaching up again to scratch against the nearly invisible hairs along the back of her neck. \u00a0She considered, briefly, taking the coat off. \u00a0She felt warm again despite the chill wind.<\/p>\n

The bus hissed and kneeled in front of her. \u00a0Julia automatically smiled at the driver but made her way to the back. \u00a0As usual, the bus was mostly empty. \u00a0Toward the front, Jerry, an older mentally disabled man, clipped his nails as he did every day. \u00a0Behind him were Sara and Joan. \u00a0Joan owned a ‘faerie store’ and her friend Sara worked with her. \u00a0They periodically invited Julia to come visit their store but, after her first and only visit, she hadn’t planned to go back. \u00a0In the middle sat Belle. \u00a0The young black woman was a college student and she wore her headphones as always. \u00a0Sometimes the bus would pick up a few high school students and random adults but the ride was quiet.<\/p>\n

Julia held her large purse in her lap. \u00a0She looked up, wondering if anyone would complain if she opened the large window. \u00a0The thought of the cool air on her face was tempting. \u00a0She licked her lips, glanced around the bus and then reached for the window.<\/p>\n

She stopped as her reflection stared back at her.<\/p>\n

Her mouth was open and, thinking back, she realized she’d been breathing with her mouth open for quite a while. \u00a0Julia blushed. \u00a0The young woman huddled into small ball over her purse while casting quick looks at the other passengers. \u00a0Both of her small ears twitched in embarrassment. \u00a0With her mouth closed, Julia breathed deeply through her nose, assuming she’d been stuffed up and just naturally mouth breathing to compensate.<\/p>\n

Gasoline and perfume assaulted her nose, making her gag quietly. \u00a0She wrinkled her nose, looking over at the two old women in the middle. \u00a0Covering her nose, she leaned against the window, relishing the feel of the cold glass on her temple. \u00a0Just ten more minutes,<\/i> she told herself.<\/p>\n

Beneath her skirt and panties, tiny white hairs sprouted from her skin amidst her curly brown pubic hair. \u00a0The pure white hairs were tiny but thick and Julia unconsciously reached a hand down to scratch at herself slowly. \u00a0The white mixed with the small patch of her brown hair and then spread out slowly past her bush, spreading more and more thin until her pelvis was covered with a light dusting of white. \u00a0Julia stopped scratching when the bus pulled to the curb.<\/p>\n

The stench of perfume filled the entire bus. \u00a0Julia rushed to the front and then out into the open air. \u00a0She breathed deeply and her stomach rumbled. \u00a0The smell of baking bread and meats and other scents replaced the perfume. \u00a0Her small pink tongue made a quick circuit of her lips but she ignored her stomach and made her way to work.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

“Good morning, Julia,” the receptionist said as the young woman opened the glass doors to her work place. \u00a0She was as an inside sales representative at a large lumber company. \u00a0It wasn’t glamorous but she liked her coworkers and her boss was a prominent member of her church.<\/p>\n

Her cubicle was simple. \u00a0The only personal item was a small picture of Jesus with the Lord’s Prayer written in the background. \u00a0Julia set her purse down and then frowned at her desk. \u00a0Something seemed off but, she couldn’t tell. \u00a0The young woman stepped to one side, pushing around a few notepads. \u00a0Stepping to another side she re-aligned a small stack of work orders that needed review. \u00a0Turning, she pushed her chair a little, moving it to center it at her desk. \u00a0And then, pushed it a little more. \u00a0Satisfied, she sat and smiled. \u00a0Just right,<\/i> she thought.<\/p>\n

Her calls began mid-morning, after she’d finished some lingering paperwork. \u00a0Julia felt restless but, surprisingly not as tired as she thought she should be. \u00a0She found herself watching the windows between calls and feeling more energetic as the morning haze burned away. \u00a0The young woman ran her nails through her hair, letting them drag down behind her ears and along her neck. \u00a0She smiled and sighed and then bent back to her computer system.<\/p>\n

“Hey Trish,” Julia said suddenly, her eyes focused on a line in a spreadsheet.<\/p>\n

“Well, uhh, hey you,” her coworker said. \u00a0“You have a mirror hidden over there now?”<\/p>\n

“What? \u00a0Oh, no. \u00a0I just, uhh, heard you coming,” Julia replied. \u00a0The young woman closed her mouth, licking her lips before glancing up at her friend.<\/p>\n

“Well, damn. \u00a0I guess I need to go on a diet after all. \u00a0I wonder if Sea World would loan me one of their tanks and trainers.”<\/p>\n

Julia smiled. \u00a0Trish was barely five feet tall and maybe ninety-five pounds. \u00a0The woman did triathlons and half-marathons and was working up to a full marathon in the summer. \u00a0Julia’s small nose flared briefly. \u00a0She always liked the light scent her friend wore. \u00a0“Is it time for lunch already?”<\/p>\n

“Yup. \u00a0Wanna head over to Johnny’s?”<\/p>\n

“Sure,” Julia said. \u00a0Standing, the woman stretched and then grimaced as her feet complained.<\/p>\n

Trish led the way while Julia blinked and followed. \u00a0She rubbed her eyes, frowning at the light headache at her temples. \u00a0Blinking more, Julia looked around.<\/p>\n

“Hey, you okay?” Trish asked.<\/p>\n

“Yeah,” Julia said, frowning. \u00a0“Yeah. \u00a0Just… I think I was staring at the computer for too long.” \u00a0Everything looked washed out to her. \u00a0A little like a faded photograph. \u00a0Julia ground her teeth loudly while walking behind her friend. \u00a0“I guess I needed a break after all.”<\/p>\n

The two women walked together down the street. \u00a0Julia found herself looking around more to relax her eyes. \u00a0But, she also found herself just glad to be outside. \u00a0The air was fresh and tasted wonderfully to her.<\/p>\n

Small reddish hairs sprouted along her shoulders as she walked. \u00a0The hairs were as sparse and light as the hairs on her neck. \u00a0She scratched and rolled her shoulders as the hairs connected to the ones on her neck.<\/p>\n

“What’s that smell?” Julia asked suddenly.<\/p>\n

“Uhh… Katrina’s Bakery? \u00a0We just passed it,” Trish said.<\/p>\n

“No, wait. \u00a0That’s not it. \u00a0Hold on a second.”<\/p>\n

A cloying scent pulled at the young woman. \u00a0Julia sniffed. \u00a0A line of black appeared behind her upper lip, widening and growing until nearly the entire inside of her top lip was a dark black. \u00a0She tried to pull apart the smells but, she couldn’t. \u00a0She turned and walked until she reached the alley. The scent grew stronger and she followed until she blinked and found herself standing in front of a dumpster. \u00a0Startled, she stepped back.<\/p>\n

Trish stood at the entrance to the alley with the back of her hand against her nose. \u00a0“I don’t feel like eating at Chez Dumpster today, Heathcliff. \u00a0Can we go? \u00a0It smells bad.”<\/p>\n

“Yeah,” Julia said. \u00a0“I’m sorry. \u00a0I thought- I mean, obviously this wasn’t it. \u00a0I thought I smelled something else.” \u00a0With a near regretful backwards glance at the dumpster, the young woman stepped out of the alley.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

“How was your weekend?” Trish asked between bites of her salad.<\/p>\n

“Huh? \u00a0Oh, good. \u00a0I relaxed. \u00a0And helped Pam pick out a dog at the shelter.”<\/p>\n

“Ohhh,” Trish cooed. \u00a0“What kind? \u00a0I’ve been thinking about getting one but I live in an apartment and it wouldn’t work well.”<\/p>\n

“A terrier,” Julia said. \u00a0The young woman took a large bite of her BLT. \u00a0The bacon was thick and overly cooked and she loved the way it felt when she chewed on it. \u00a0Her canine teeth had thickened slightly, pressing against her other teeth as they slowly grew. \u00a0While she chewed, they lengthened nearly imperceptibly, the tips growing to sharper points that scraped against the surrounding teeth in her small jaw.<\/p>\n

“Ah, I’m a big dog person myself or else I’d get a chihuahua for my place.”<\/p>\n

Julia nodded and then changed the subject. \u00a0“I think I need to schedule a massage. \u00a0I should’ve done it over the weekend. \u00a0I just feel sore all over and my feet are really bothering me.”<\/p>\n

“You aren’t getting sick, are you?” Trish asked. \u00a0She eyed her friend. \u00a0“You are looking a little… I dunno. \u00a0A little feverish?”<\/p>\n

Julia rolled her shoulders. \u00a0“I guess I feel a little warm but that’s it.”<\/p>\n

The skin at the base of Julia’s left big toe bulged slightly. \u00a0The young woman scrunched her toe against the sudden pain. \u00a0A small bead of blood welled and was quickly absorbed by the fabric of her shoe. \u00a0The skin of her right big toe and the one next to it swelled just as her left toe had. \u00a0She rubbed at her left foot with her right and then ignored it. \u00a0Slowly, and much less painfully, every other toe formed a tiny bump just at the base of her toe’s cuticles.<\/p>\n

“Well,” Trish said. \u00a0“Keep an eye on it. \u00a0Echinacea and garlic and vitamin C. \u00a0That’s what I always do. \u00a0I- \u00a0Oh, well, look at you, mister.” \u00a0Trish nodded her head behind Julia.<\/p>\n

Julia’s nose flared and she smelled cologne and old leather. \u00a0Turning, she spotted a finely dressed young man entering the restaurant. \u00a0The man flashed a smile at the maitre d and spoke quietly. \u00a0Julia heard him tell the young hostess that he was waiting for his friends. \u00a0She watched him sit at the bench near the front door.<\/p>\n

“Very nice,” Trish said, her eyes sparkling.<\/p>\n

Julia found herself feeling oddly angry suddenly but she choked it back. \u00a0She was scratching at her stomach and frowning at her friend while lifting her head and scenting the air around her. \u00a0She felt herself blush and she hid it by taking a bite of her sandwich. \u00a0It’s almost like I’m jealous of Trish. \u00a0That makes no sense at all, <\/i>she told herself. \u00a0It’s just a man. \u00a0I don’t care.<\/i><\/p>\n

Still, the old leather scent stayed with her during lunch. \u00a0The skin inside her nose slowly darkened, the black matching the inside of her lips. \u00a0Light, invisible red hairs grew down from her shoulders to her upper arms. \u00a0Around her belly button, tiny white hairs sprouted to trace a lazy line to her white and brown pubic hairs. \u00a0Her heart began to beat slightly faster and a gentle ache settled into her core.<\/p>\n

“So, catch me up on Charles,” Trish said smiling at her friend.<\/p>\n

The two women chatted while they finished their meal. \u00a0Julia worked to shake off her sudden mood and, slowly, it began to lift. \u00a0She was almost feeling back to her normal self when they finally left.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Once outside, Julia shaded her eyes. \u00a0Her headache was gone but her eyes were still worn out. \u00a0Colors seemed blended and muted no matter how many times she blinked and rubbed her eyes. Shaking her head, she started walking while Trish caught up. \u00a0The air invigorated her and the idea of being stuck back at her desk made her uneasy.<\/p>\n

“What’s the rush, lady?” Trish asked. \u00a0The shorter woman stretched her legs and hurried to keep up.<\/p>\n

Julia found herself trying to stay a step ahead of her friend. \u00a0Her unease was building into frustration and anger again. The ache along her core had steadily grown and was becoming terribly distracting. \u00a0Not painful but she couldn’t seem to ignore it. \u00a0Julia wrinkled her nose, grinding her canine teeth together and enjoying the way it made her jaw felt. \u00a0Her four canine teeth lengthened further, drawing blood from her gums. \u00a0She licked at it without thought. \u00a0Her small tongue widened slightly in her mouth and she caught herself breathing with her mouth open again.<\/p>\n

A scent stopped her. \u00a0Carried on a sudden wind, she felt something loosen deep within and the ache began to burn. \u00a0Swallowing, Julia turned and sniffed deeply. \u00a0A handsome young man walked along on the other side of the street. \u00a0He was grinning and his hair was slightly disheveled. \u00a0She could smell something musky on him. \u00a0Something familiar yet not quite. \u00a0Two distinct yet mixed scents. \u00a0It smelled fresh and indescribable and it pulled deep at her stomach. \u00a0A breeze flowed around her and she shivered as her suddenly sensitive body broke into goosebumps.<\/p>\n

“What are- \u00a0oh. \u00a0Oh, yeah. \u00a0He’s nice, too. \u00a0I-”<\/p>\n

“No!” Julia snarled, staring at her friend.<\/p>\n

“Whoa, you okay? \u00a0Do you know him? \u00a0Oh, god, tell me I’m not mentally hitting on an ex-boyfriend?”<\/p>\n

Julia forced her eyes away from her friend. \u00a0It was a struggle for some reason. \u00a0She wanted to loom over her small friend. \u00a0To push at her. \u00a0Instead, she turned away and watched the young man go.<\/p>\n

“No,” Julia gasped. \u00a0Heat flooded into her stomach. \u00a0“No. \u00a0I’m… I’m sorry. \u00a0I thought I knew him. \u00a0My mistake. \u00a0Hey, I’m gonna go on ahead. \u00a0I need to rush back. \u00a0I’m sorry. \u00a0I’ll catch up with you later?”<\/p>\n

“Yeah. \u00a0Maybe you should go… home?” \u00a0Trish said to Julia’s back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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