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Date: Sat,  8 Dec 2001 05:10:05 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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THE WERE-HUMAN

Where to start.  I used to be a normal woman.  I am a dominatrix who 
specializes in feminizing men.  That was where it all started, with 
one of my... "victims."  Hah, little did I know.

I had found him in a bar.  I had been looking for a new transformee 
and he seemed to be perfect.  Small without being so small that he 
was "wimpy".  His face wasn't too hard, but still had enough hard 
male lines that he'd be seeing his male face under the layers of 
make-up I intended to make him wear.  He was... should've been 
perfect.

I introduced myself and got him interested by playing the doting 
bimbo, laughing and giggling at the drop of a hat.  Then, when his 
guard was down, I slipped a knockout drug into his drink.  Five 
minutes later I summoned my assistants, two very large women who 
could lift a truck by working together, and had them carry his 
unconscious body to my car.

I drove home to my mansion, and had my assistants lock him in a room, 
strapped to a table.  I had my staff (which consists mostly of 
feminized males) serve my dinner.  Right in the middle of dessert, my 
assistant runs in screaming, "He's gone!  The victim is gone!"

I was surprised.  He shouldn't have even been awake.  "What?  How?"

"I don't know!  I went in to check on him, as per your schedule and 
the bonds were empty!"

"He can't have left the house.  The external security would've gone 
off."  Then, almost as if my words had done the deed, the alarms went 
off.  I sent my assistants out after him while I returned to my room 
to get changed into my dominatrix "uniform", an all-leather outfit 
designed to impress as well as intimidate.

I returned to the main room where my victim was being held on his 
knees by my assistants.  I was surprised to see that he wasn't 
struggling, not that it would've done him any good.  I stood over him 
and said, "Did you really think to escape?  If you know what's good 
for you, you'll accept your fate as a soon to be woman."

He just smiled, like he knew something I didn't, then said, "If YOU 
know what's good for you, you'll let me go and forget you ever met 
me."

I backhanded him.  "Silence!  I have not given you permission to speak!"

Without raising his head, he looked up at me.  "I wouldn't do that 
again if I were you."  I backhanded him again, this time splitting 
his lip.  My biggest mistake.

His body shimmered and trembled.  I stared in fascination as he 
changed shape.  His hair grew down to his shoulders, his torso 
shifted, growing curves and breasts, and his arms and legs became 
shapely and feminine.  He was becoming a woman!

But not some powder-puff of a woman.  He muscles tightened and 
thickened, and he actually grew larger.  He...  She stood up.  My 
assistants tried to force her back down, but it was no use.  She was 
just too powerful.  Standing, she reminded me of one of those female 
wrestlers.  Six and a half-feet tall, and solid muscle.

She snapped her arm out, flinging one assistant aside like a wet rag. 
With her now free arm, she popped my other assistant in the ear.  My 
assistant let go, and grabbed her ear.  The woman picked her up and 
threw her at the assistant she had just flung away.  The two collided 
and flew back into the wall, unconscious.

I grabbed my whip and snapped it at her.  She didn't even flinch as 
my whip struck her face, cutting her from just below the eye to her 
chin.  Before I could even draw my hand back for another strike, the 
wound sealed and faded away, the only remaining trace being a bit of 
dried blood.

I yelled to my staff, "Grab her!"  They hovered a bit, not sure who 
to be more afraid of, me or her.

She settled it by saying, "Anyone who touches me dies," and all my 
staff stepped back.

I tried to draw my arm back for another strike, but she moved with 
blinding speed, grabbing both my arm and my neck.  I looked at her 
and noticed that she had a bulge in her pants and tried to kick her. 
She lifted her leg and  caught my foot on the underside of her thigh. 
Then, with a small bit of effort, she shoved me down to my knees. 
She turned to my staff and said, "Get out!"  They almost trampled 
each other running from the room.

She then looked back at me, a cold glint in her eye chilling me to 
my soul.  I had trouble drawing breath with her hand clamped so 
tightly around my throat, but I managed to croak out, "Who...  What 
are you?"

"I am a were-human.  Every full moon I turn from my normal male self 
into a soft, curvy, little girl."  I was doubtful, and I guess it 
showed.  She said, "Oh, this is my half-breed form.  Like any 
were-creature, I have my two full forms and my half-breed form.  I've 
got all the strength of a man, with the reflexes and agility of a 
woman.  I also have the dual weaknesses, sensitive breasts, and a set 
of balls, but offsetting that is the regenerative capabilities of any 
were.  This is the form I use when threatened.  Like say, when 
someone hits me and draws blood."

I was desperate, and VERY afraid.  "But women... are nicer... then 
men.  You should be... nicer."

She laughed at me.  "Stupid wench.  Women may be harder to antagonize 
into a fight, but when they do fight, they're twice as savage.  If 
two men fight, they'll have a beer later and all will be right with 
the world.  Two women fight, and someone is likely to wind up in the 
hospital.  All throughout the natural world, the female is by far the 
more dangerous of the species."

"But... women are... nurturers.  Raising... the family."

"Yes.  To the family, and to the tribe, the woman is guardian, 
protector, teacher.  To some stupid bitch, determined to make herself 
a threat?  She is the worst possible enemy."

I really feared for my life at that point, but she just looked into 
my eyes considering something.  Finally, she said, "I should probably 
kill you now, but perhaps not."  The hand gripping my arm tightened 
and forced me to release my whip.  She released my hand and lifted 
her shirt, exposing her breast.

Before I could do or say a thing, she pressed my face to her nipple. 
I smelled and tasted milk, and started drinking.  For a while, all I 
could think about was sucking that milk into my mouth.  I drained 
that breast dry, and she switched me to her other breast, which I 
also emptied.  When I finished, I was overcome with extreme lethargy. 
She carefully laid me on the ground, and kissed my forehead.  Before 
I fell asleep, she whispered, "See you on the next full moon."

When I woke, she was gone, but I remembered her words.  I found out 
that the next full moon was a week away.  In three days, I shut down 
my operation, put the house up for sale.  I moved into a hotel under 
an anonymous name to try to avoid that person.

It didn't help.

On the day before the next full moon, HE showed up at my door.  I had 
been expecting room service, so I just opened the door and there he 
was.  Him and this other man, a colossal black man with more muscles 
than even the were's half-breed form.  The black man was carrying a 
large duffel bag, and both walked in like they owned the place.

As they walked in, I just said, "How did you find me?"

He smiled.  "We are connected, my child.  I will always know where 
you are."  He nodded his head at the window and the black man went 
over and threw the curtains open.

I wanted to question further, but as soon as the light of the moon 
touched me, I felt a searing pain like my entire body was on fire. 
There was too much pain to even scream.  The man had shifted into a 
small, curvy female with large boobs.  The black man was also 
changing, but at a much slower rate.  He shrank, but I realized that 
so was I.  Even through the pain I realized that the clothes I was 
wearing were becoming too big on me, and the room was becoming larger 
and larger.  I kept shrinking and shrinking until I was buried under 
a mound of clothes.

I was afraid of smothering, but before I had to worry about it, I was 
freed from my clothes by a small black girl.  I had no control over 
my body.  Even my head seemed to roll about as gravity commanded.  I 
heard a soft voice say, "Bring me your little brother, Tisha."

I was placed into the arms of the other woman and pressed to her 
breast, and was immediately suckling hungrily.  I heard her say, "I 
know you're wondering what happened, so let me explain.  When I fed 
you in my half-breed form, my magic milk changed you into one of us. 
You're now a were-human, too.  A were-man since you were born female, 
like Tisha and I, born male, are now were-females."

I couldn't speak, but wondered, 'Why me?'

"Don't worry about talking, my son.  I can hear your thoughts.  I 
chose you because you are a successful woman in a business where your 
three day disappearance each full moon will not be questioned.  You 
will spend the day before, the day of, and the day after each full 
moon as a boy."

'A baby boy?'

"Every full moon, every transformation, your male form will be a year 
older.  You'll start learning control at age 13.  Tisha, now 12, 
starts that next month.  If your development is usual, you'll develop 
a controllable half-breed form around 15.  As soon as you learn to 
control that, you'll become a full 'adult' in our tribe."

I shuddered, thinking of years of those painful transformations. 
Mother, as I was now thinking of her, said, "Only your first 
transformation is painful.  It's the transformation of your rebirth 
into your new life.  Others are gentle, even... erotic.  You're now 
one of us.  You're immune to all conventional diseases.  Every form 
except your female form regenerates from any damage except those 
inflicted by silver or fire.  And even your female form, your 
original form, heals incredibly quickly."

'Now what?'

"Now you spend your first three days as a boy.  Then, as a male of 
the family, you will return to your old life, re-establish your old 
business, and earn more than ever before.  But this time, as one of 
the family's resource collectors, you'll turn over all your income to 
the family."

'What if I won't?' I asked, but I knew I would.  The family... My 
family now meant everything to me.  My mom, my big sister, Tisha, and 
the others I somehow knew were out there but had yet to meet were my 
new life.

The weekend's over now.  As I walk down the street, I feel set apart 
from humanity, but at the same time, above them.  I feel alone at 
times, but when I do, I'll see a man and know that inside there's a 
woman he can bring forth, or see a woman and know her for the man 
inside.  And they know me.  They are my sisters and brothers, my 
aunts and uncles, and even my parents.  They are... family.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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