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Part 5: Down to Earth
“Sam, can we take, I need to get something off my chest, just between us girls?”
That was how I started my conversation a few days later with Sam when we were getting ready to go to sleep.
“Of course girlfriend!” she said in that cheerful and mysterious way of her.
“Josh asked me to the prom, and the swim coach wants to join the team full time. I’m thinking of saying yes to both.” I began, sitting down on the bed next to her. “I think it’s all these female hormones and the suit. I just can’t keep the idea of swimming out of my head and these last few days I have dreams of Josh and me on our wedding day, raising our children. But…well if I do say yes, the prom is months off, the swim team will be on tour for the rest of the year. And every day longer I remain a girl I’m afraid of what my testosterone flood will be like when I change back. Maybe, maybe we should end this adventure now.”
Sam just smiled knowingly. I looked at her curiously as she just looked back smiling and said, “Is that all? I think you’ll make a wonderful mother. Can I be their god mother?”
For a while there I just sat blinking, I had had enough. I needed to know something. “Sam, are you listening to me. I’m saying if I’m Michelle much longer I’m going to marry another man. Michael love for you is growing harder and harder to hold onto. Do you really want us to break up to you crazy witch!”
She just giggled, “Are you afraid of getting old?” she said oddly.
She leaned in suddenly and kissed me full on the lips, as she pulled away my lips began to tingle. Cautiously I reached up and felt them, as my fingers touched my lips they began to tingle, the sensation spreading across my entire body.
“There, now you wont age so fast, when you return to Michael you’ll be course to the same age you are now, only a little older.”
I sighed, “I give up Sam, you obviously don’t love Michael, and you just wanted some more girlfriends!”
She laughed, “It’s somebody’s time of the month, tsk, tsk, stop acting so catty Michelle.”
I glared at her, my eyes narrowing to daggers as I opened my mouth, “Me…rowl!”
Instantly I stopped and held my hands to my mouth, my tongue running over small fangs in my mouth, my nails claws, my palms padded, from behind me a blond furry tail snaked about angrily.
“Rowl…row…me…rowl…NYA!” I tried vainly to protests.
As my ears transformed to small triangles Sam just giggled and began to run her fingers through my hair, a strange sense of calmness rushing through me, I began to purr.
“Alright, I understand that you’re confused and full of conflicting emotions. So I’ll break it down for you like I would a child: You are a girl, a woman now, you have the desires and needs of a woman. I can’t rightly turn you into a girl and expect you to still think like a man. So go on, go to the prom, and go to the swim team. If it takes a year that’s fine, if it takes 3 years, again fine, you can take 100 years. Remember for me 100 years are the same as one year to you. I might get a bit impatient every decade or so but I think you can take a break from being a girl every decade so I can have my man back ever few months. We will have the weekend to ourselves at the end of the month and then if you want you can go back to Michelle. But I will date other men. I love Michelle but I will not put my love life on hold waiting for him. If you understand nod my little kitty.”
I sat there for a few minutes as her words sunk in, Michael was lucky to have her. I meowed and nodded my head.
Sam giggled, “Now wait here, I’ll get my little kitty some tuna and a bowl of milk!”
I really like that idea, “Rowl!”
Sam got up from the bed and in hoped down to the floor, after a moment I raised my right leg and began to clean myself as I waited. She returned a few minute later with a can of tuna and a bowl of milk, my tail swaying happily behind me as I padded over on my paws and began to lap up the mink and nipple the tuna, Sam just giggled and continued to pet my growing fur.
“Pretty kitty!” she said giggling.
“Me-rowl!”
“Sam, can we take, I need to get something off my chest, just between us girls?”
That was how I started my conversation a few days later with Sam when we were getting ready to go to sleep.
“Of course girlfriend!” she said in that cheerful and mysterious way of her.
“Josh asked me to the prom, and the swim coach wants to join the team full time. I’m thinking of saying yes to both.” I began, sitting down on the bed next to her. “I think it’s all these female hormones and the suit. I just can’t keep the idea of swimming out of my head and these last few days I have dreams of Josh and me on our wedding day, raising our children. But…well if I do say yes, the prom is months off, the swim team will be on tour for the rest of the year. And every day longer I remain a girl I’m afraid of what my testosterone flood will be like when I change back. Maybe, maybe we should end this adventure now.”
Sam just smiled knowingly. I looked at her curiously as she just looked back smiling and said, “Is that all? I think you’ll make a wonderful mother. Can I be their god mother?”
For a while there I just sat blinking, I had had enough. I needed to know something. “Sam, are you listening to me. I’m saying if I’m Michelle much longer I’m going to marry another man. Michael love for you is growing harder and harder to hold onto. Do you really want us to break up to you crazy witch!”
She just giggled, “Are you afraid of getting old?” she said oddly.
She leaned in suddenly and kissed me full on the lips, as she pulled away my lips began to tingle. Cautiously I reached up and felt them, as my fingers touched my lips they began to tingle, the sensation spreading across my entire body.
“There, now you wont age so fast, when you return to Michael you’ll be course to the same age you are now, only a little older.”
I sighed, “I give up Sam, you obviously don’t love Michael, and you just wanted some more girlfriends!”
She laughed, “It’s somebody’s time of the month, tsk, tsk, stop acting so catty Michelle.”
I glared at her, my eyes narrowing to daggers as I opened my mouth, “Me…rowl!”
Instantly I stopped and held my hands to my mouth, my tongue running over small fangs in my mouth, my nails claws, my palms padded, from behind me a blond furry tail snaked about angrily.
“Rowl…row…me…rowl…NYA!” I tried vainly to protests.
As my ears transformed to small triangles Sam just giggled and began to run her fingers through my hair, a strange sense of calmness rushing through me, I began to purr.
“Alright, I understand that you’re confused and full of conflicting emotions. So I’ll break it down for you like I would a child: You are a girl, a woman now, you have the desires and needs of a woman. I can’t rightly turn you into a girl and expect you to still think like a man. So go on, go to the prom, and go to the swim team. If it takes a year that’s fine, if it takes 3 years, again fine, you can take 100 years. Remember for me 100 years are the same as one year to you. I might get a bit impatient every decade or so but I think you can take a break from being a girl every decade so I can have my man back ever few months. We will have the weekend to ourselves at the end of the month and then if you want you can go back to Michelle. But I will date other men. I love Michelle but I will not put my love life on hold waiting for him. If you understand nod my little kitty.”
I sat there for a few minutes as her words sunk in, Michael was lucky to have her. I meowed and nodded my head.
Sam giggled, “Now wait here, I’ll get my little kitty some tuna and a bowl of milk!”
I really like that idea, “Rowl!”
Sam got up from the bed and in hoped down to the floor, after a moment I raised my right leg and began to clean myself as I waited. She returned a few minute later with a can of tuna and a bowl of milk, my tail swaying happily behind me as I padded over on my paws and began to lap up the mink and nipple the tuna, Sam just giggled and continued to pet my growing fur.
“Pretty kitty!” she said giggling.
“Me-rowl!”
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