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A New Living

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Kelly was 25 years old, a year or two out of college and already getting tired of ‘real life.’ She worked in post production for a minor TV station, and every day was the same. Go to work. Edit some tapes. Get complaints from the hosts and guest stars about taking out certain shots that were ‘unflattering’ to their perfect figures. Have lunch. Deal with more unhappy clients. Go home and go to bed. She was good at what she did, but she didn’t really enjoy it. It was simply a way to make enough money to live semi-comfortably.  

She was done for the day, heading home. It was a Thursday, thank God the week was almost over. She started to gather her things, taking one last glance in the blank television screen, one of about five in the room. She analyzed her reflection: her auburn hair hung below her shoulder blades limply. Her pale skin was almost luminous, and she tried to hide it shyly behind her hair. Her thin figure was hidden under a baggy sweater, a white collar showing through at the top to make it more work-appropriate. Mussing with her hair one more time, she turned to the door.

Kelly opened the door to her apartment, finding it exactly as she had left it—a mess. She knew where everything was, but it was far from organized. She could care less.

She tossed her bag on the couch, and sifted through the mail she had picked up on the way in. There were bills, credit card applications, and a letter from some organization or something called “The Perception.” The letter was professional looking, with a swirly icon with some sort of paw print inside it. She began to read it out loud, if only to fill the silence of the apartment.

“ ‘Dear Miss Kelly Laurence,
We’d like to offer you a chance to experience something very few individuals will ever be offered in their lifetime. Enclosed is the chance to escape normalcy and live in freedom from the oppression that results from a lifetime of worry and boundaries…’

“Sure, if they’re offering, I’ll take double.” She huffed a quick laugh and tossed the letter to the trash bin without reading the rest of it. She headed to her bedroom and changed out of her work clothes. She lifted her sweater, sighing with relief to be finished with work for the week. She unbuttoned her top and removed her jeans; when she was down to her unmentionables, she noticed a draft: the front door was still cracked open.

“Damn it. Always forget that.”

She started over to the door, but was stopped halfway there when a stabbing pain erupted in her midsection. She doubled over, gasping for breath. Forced to the floor in pain, she glanced frantically around the den of her apartment, eye-level with the carpet, and looked for a phone. Instead of a phone, she found a strange man sitting in the middle of her couch, dressed in a starchy, pinstripe suit. He was holding the letter that she had tossed in the trash bin only minutes ago.

“I’ve gotten positive answers before, but never one so excited about it as to ask for double.” He chuckled.

“Wh-who…?” She was still in pain, trying to get a full breath.

“I explained it all in the letter, if you had bothered to read all of it. I am an agent of The Perception, that’s all you need to know. Got and ID and everything.”

As he continued to snicker, she could no longer look him in the eyes: the pain had spread to her chest and arms. It was as if someone were twisting at her body, each part going a different direction.  She arched her back and turned onto her spine, shoulders digging into the carpet, arms flailing at her sides, tense with pain. As the pain spread further to her legs, he began to speak again.

“Now regrettably, we cannot do much for the request of getting ‘double’ but we can sure give you the standard treatment, and believe me, you’ll be fully satisfied.”

She had no retort, she was too preoccupied with the faint tingling sensation covering her midsection. Her breathing was still ragged but she managed to pull her head up enough to look down at her abdomen. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw auburn fur begin to sprout; at the same time, it felt slightly pleasurable. Her sternum began to stick out way further than it used to and her shoulders repositioned themselves so that she had to turn over on her side. Kelly heard faint popping as her bones finished repositioning themselves. The pain began to dissipate from her torso, and she refocused on her hands, bringing them to her face so she could see. The palms of her hands thickened and darkened into paw-like shapes: her thumb shrunk and moved up her thinning arm and her fingers formed into canine claws, more auburn fur spreading warmly across the surface of her arms.

The pain had nearly ceased. Her legs were now just as canine as her hands, the fur covering almost every inch of her body except her neck and head. She felt the tingling warmth creep up her neck and caress her jaw line, stretching it outward into a snout, her nose getting wet and cold. Suddenly she could smell everything in the apartment plus some more smells from outside. More fur spread past her nose to her ears and brow. Her ears began to stretch as well, migrating to the top sides of her shifting skull. The shifting still hurt a bit, but pain and pleasure began to exist cohesively so that in the end, it was only pleasure. She treasured every change, basked in the feeling, a wolfy grin warming her face. She found that since her limbs were stable, she could stand quite well, and got to her feet, now a quadruped stance, but it was natural. Her underwear fell to the floor as she stood, no longer shaped to fit her body. The fur had nearly finished covering her body as it reached her now bare hind quarters, and a tugging feeling became apparent at the base of her spine. The tugging became stronger, and a tail suddenly pushed out from behind her, relieving the pressure. She sighed with a canine laugh and shook out her new furry coat as it finished covering her new appendage. She wagged her tail unconsciously, and then she realized what she was doing and laughed.

‘This is incredible!’ she thought to herself, feeling free and loose like she had only dreamed of feeling. ‘I’m a freakin’ WOLF!’

She suddenly remembered the guy on her couch, and flipped her head around to face him, but saw only an empty couch. The letter laid on the short table in front of the couch, and she trotted over to it, still marveling at her new body and its power and ease of motion. She peered at the note, noticing that this certainly wasn’t the original letter, though it shared the same icon at the top plus a small amount of text.

“Enjoy yourself, Kelly. You have been chosen and you have chosen to accept this wonderful gift of a new life. Learn to appreciate the world around you without the barriers you have lived within for so long. You know of someone who tires of life as a human as much as you did? Leave this letter on their doorstep. We'll handle the rest. Take care, and we’ll be around.

-The Perception.”

She whined sadly that she could not thank the man properly, but shook out her fur and grabbed the letter in her teeth. With a skipping trot she headed for the wide open door without a backward glance.
So I've decided to try my hand at a transformation short story, inspired by several of the deviants I'm watching :D Hope you like it.
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LoneWolf522's avatar
that would be awesome if that happened in real life