Werewoman: Part 11

Our hands clasped we stand in silence as we become blood-brothers and were-sisters.  Warm and syrupy our mixed blood oozes slowly out from between our palms to trickle down our forearms.  At first nothing happens and I begin to wonder if he’d have to wait until the next full moon to experience his transformation.  But after a minute I notice a sheen of sweat come out across his skin and his firm grip start to tremble.  His breath quickens

He tries to wet his dry mouth and swallow.  “This part’s gonna suck, isn’t it?”

“Embrace the suck.”  I say in my new silky sultry voice as I bring my other hand up to hold his in both hands.  “It doesn’t last long.”

He gives me a firm nod…then lets out a low rumbling growl as the muscles of his torso all tighten up.  “Rrrrrrmmm.”

“Here we go.”  I hold his hand tightly.

I watch intently as the physical metamorphosis begins.  He goes through the sweats and chills in turns as I had earlier tonight.  He wavers on his feet a couple of times as the vertigo washes over him.  I worried for a moment the big man would fall, I wasn’t sure I had the strength in this body to catch him or not be crushed by him if I tried.  He then cringes against the prickly sting of his clothes as his flesh became ultra-sensitive.

“This part goes quick.”  I whisper.  “Hang on.”

His jaw clenched tight he nods as he endures all of the same things I had earlier tonight.  

“NNNNGH!”  He doubles over as he falls to his knees.  I stay with him to kneel in front.  That piercing pain straight through and into his manhood had just hit full force.  He reaches for what I knew would be his rapidly shrinking junk with his free hand and grips at the cloth of his trousers.  He looks up at me and I am struck.  His hard steely blue eyes had changed into the richest and most radiant shade of sapphire.  The change was truly upon him now.  “Ahhhh.”

“Don’t fight it.”  I say as I keep my hands gripped tight on his.  “It’s gonna be okay.”

His powerful grip on my hand is like a vice but I could feel it weakening.  Even though he was covered by clothes and I could not directly see most of the transformation what I see defied everything I knew about science and physical reality itself.  Before my eyes he begins to shrink.  At an inch a second he starts to lose his great height while at the same time his beefy limbs and thick chest contract into themselves.  Barely perceptible in the suddenly voluminous I can just see his breasts sprout out from his chest.  It was clear right away the bust wasn’t anywhere close to the size of mine.  As his big head diminishes and his features smooth the thick stubble on his face pulls in as his ruddy auburn hair turns a vibrant coppery red and grows as rapidly as his body shrank into long flowing curls.  The rest of his body hair had already thinned and the big mitt of a hand I was clutching was now smaller and as slender my own.

His metamorphosis was so much more extreme than mine!  He just kept shrinking.  Not only did he begin as a much larger man than me he seemed to be turning into a much smaller woman.  Even as Alexis I was still the better part of six foot tall, a tall statuesque bombshell, but William’s new frame was a fraction of his weight and his height looked to be already approaching just five foot!  I am utterly stunned at the speed of it all.  During those confusing and terrifying moments as it was happening to me it felt like it took forever but actually watching it happen to another I was amazed by how rapid the transformation actually was.

“GLLGCH!”  His eyes bulge and grabs his throat.  I knew well how that feeling of the magic crawling through your neck and skull was probably the most disconcerting moment of the whole process.

“You’re not choking.  It’s okay.”  I assure him as I try to hold his eyes in mine.  “This is normal.”

Normal?  Ha!  As if any of this was normal.

Thank God his facial transition is smooth as it had the potential of being quite horrific.  Gradually his masculine features melt away, his previously brutish features swiftly become effeminate then take shape into those of a lovely woman.  The square jaw becomes tapered and curves down to a gently pointed chin, the eyes become less sunken and larger, the thick lips thin and become pinker and smoother, the rugged brows and cheekbones are sculpted into fine female ones, the lashes extend, and big schnoz becomes the cutest damned button nose I’d ever seen.

He lets out a gasp and then moans, no…peeps, in his new higher voice.  “Hahhhh!”  His blue eyes widens as hears his new voice for the first time.  It really was one of the most surreal parts of this condition, hearing another voice come from your own mouth.

And just like that…it was done.  From front to back the whole things took no more than two minutes.  All goes quiet for a time.  He is panting, his new petite body trembling inside of the tent that was his clothes.

“It…it’s done?”  He again startles at his own voice.

“It’s done.”  I nod.

He touches his throat then feels his face and long curly red hair.  “How do I…look?”

“Let’s find out.”  I smile and help him up to his feet.  “Ha!  Look at how small you are!”

He giggles in the most girlish way.  In our male forms he stood nearly a head taller than me, in our female forms that was completely reversed.  I was actually looking down at him.  I wasn’t just taller.  My butt, my hips, my big breasts, just everything was bigger on me.

We finally let go of our palm to palm grip so that he could unbutton his shirt.  I go to reach for a first aid kit that he had there among his outdoors equipment only to discover that I wasn’t bleeding anymore.  There was still blood on my palm but there wasn’t even a trace of the cut that had just sliced my skin.

Staring at my hand I mutter in awe under my breath.  “Of course…it wasn’t silver!”

William only had to unbutton the top two buttons before his shirt just slipped right off of his new dainty body.  Dear Lord…GORGEOUS!  Like myself and Candace before us William was a straight up ten out of ten.  Each in our own way.  Candace was long and lithe, I was tall and curvaceous, and William was cutest damned shortstack I ever did see.  Delicious yet subtle curves, a perfect little peach of an ass, firm titties the size of ripe juicy nectarines, creamy smooth fair skin, succulent watermelon pink lips, and wavy hair and curly pubes the color of a sun-kissed orange his body was a feast to the eyes.  His huge blues eyes twinkle as he gazes down, too stunned to even touch himself yet.  “Oh my God!”  Whereas my voice was seductive and sultry his was chirping and as sweet as candy.  I couldn’t believe that my massive manly best friend had turned into the cutie before me.

“God damn bro!”  I marvel.  “You’re fucking…HOT!”

Again he giggles, a very strange sound coming from him.  He then lets out a great gasp, the look of shock on his face made me think something was wrong.  It is only as he touches his right hip with his new delicate hand that I realize what he saw.  Or in this case, didn’t see.  He runs his hand over the soft contour of his hip and down the smooth exquisite skin of his leg.  His scars were gone!  Not a hint of the wounds that he received on that terrible day could be seen.  He looks up at me beaming brightly, the fleshly reminder of his injury being erased was just as significant as all of the rest to him.  All I can do is smile back and feel happy for him.

“I…gotta see!”  He peeps in that funny adorable voice of his then takes off out of the room.

I follow along and find him in the bathroom understandably staring at himself just as I had done.  I come up beside him and put my arm around his slender shoulders.  In the frame of the mirror was a pair of naked smoking hot hunnies that would be the ultimate wet dream for some and the unattainable envy of others.  I am struck as I really look at the pair of us.  Our bodies were magnificent, sexy and flawless, but there was something in the rich lustrous hair, mine black and his red, and deep jewel like eyes, mine emerald and his sapphire, that were almost…too perfect.  As I remember back to Candace’s intense chestnut eyes and gleaming onyx hair I realize there were very subtle clues that might suggest what we really were to those who knew what to look for.

Reaching down I give one of his perky nips a tweak.  “Not bad, eh shorty?”

“He he he!”

I laugh at his silly giggle.  Cute was the last thing I ever thought I’d be calling William, but cute he was.

“Fuck I look good!  I mean…fuck man!  Look at me!”

“We both do.”

“Hell yeah!”  We fist bump.

“You okay?  Everything feeling fine?”

He ogles himself a bit more, again looking at his right leg and hip as much as the rest of him, then nods.  “Yeah.  I feel good.  I feel great actually!”

“Told ya.  It’s pretty awesome.”  I look down at my bloody but unmarred palm.  “Seems this comes with some side benefits too.”

He lets out a long breath and moves his twists and turns a little as he feels himself out.  “Holy shit.  I’m…fuck, I’m…oh man!”

My grin grows as I knew precisely what he was feeling right now.  “Horny?”

“Yeah!”

Part 12