My Amazing Lycanthropic Life Ch. 02

Part 2: Elivira's spell has had a permanent effect on me, and, as it happens, I absolutely love it!

So I'm lying on my bed, waiting for the sun to set and the full moon to peep over the trees that line the end of my small garden. My hair never grew back after that evening, in fact the only hair I now have is the hair above my nose and a bit of a nest under my arms, and that part I keep shaved. My body did return to its more normal shape two days later and when I woke up I was back to normal, but the thing is, it only stays that way until the next full moon. Then the aching beneath my skin starts, slowly at first, accompanied by that burning feeling, but building after a few minutes into a more painful stretching and pulling as my chest and hips begin to grow, my fingers get longer, my feet smaller. Even my face changes slightly, as my cheeks get higher, my nose and ears smaller and my lips fuller. It has become more pronounced over time too!

I've grown my hair and usually keep it in a guy's ponytail, but when I change, I let it fall and brush it straight. I really am so beautiful, in fact after each moon cycle I seem even more beautiful, and that is such an important thing to me now. Of course, I may be a beautiful woman during the full moon, but I also carry something extra that has also grown and still maintains its unworldly stamina. As my chest and hips fill, so seemingly does my cock.

I'm not a vampire as I can see myself in the mirror. How bad would that be, I mean to not be able to stand here getting turned on by my reflection! So what sort of creature am I? I have pondered this for the last year. It seems that Elvira's potion was real in some way and that it worked to counter the effects of Lycanthropy. It was not a cure, it just worked to oppose the curse of the werewolf, but as I was not a werewolf, it had a very different effect on me, slimming me and making me more curvy. My body hair was gone forever and I had no regrets about that, but on a full-moon, my whole being now softened and feminised, not just physically, but mentally too.

Another effect was that all my sexual senses were heightened, and instead of an irresistible urge to tear victims apart with the talons I had never had, I had an overwhelming desire to love people, and that was largely driven by an intense sexual desire to overwhelm my victims with selfless joy, to make them love me, want me and for us to join together with passion and purpose. As I had already discovered, in my new form, I could orgasm as much as I wanted, and I could pleasure and be pleasured by both men and women to equal effect, and loved both. I had no idea what sort of creature I was, but I rather like to call myself a werewoman, I hated those terms like shemale as they sounded almost clinical or insulting. I was simply a very special woman. A werewoman. Yes, that is what I am!

I can feel it building within me now as I lie on my bed, covers thrown aside as the heat of my transformation causes my smooth skin to tingle and glisten with the sweetest smelling dew, sparkling as I bask in the soft silver moonlight. I love to rub my nipples as I wait for the transformation to complete, and I play with my hardness too, but I have discovered so many new things about myself, so many new erogenous zones, that my life has been transformed permanently, both as the man I am, and the woman I become once every lunar cycle, my very own special time of the month. It amuses me that my transformation lubricates all my cavities, and I love to probe them and feel the way that all these erogenous parts of me are connected to this wonderful bit of my brain that just pulses pleasure between my ears whenever they are caressed.

I shake and groan as my solo touching becomes more frantic and, finally, I feel splashes of semen on my chin and upper lip as my back arches and I climax explosively with a deep shudder and loud sigh of relief. I let my breathing slowly return to normal as I lick my lip and enjoy the taste of my sweet ejaculate. The pain has gone and my previously monstrous erection has subsided. I know my transformation is complete, well almost complete, for as I swing my legs over the side of the bed, tuck my flaccidity between my legs, and stand naked before the full length mirror to admire my curves, I want to bath myself, wash my hair, apply lotions and scents, apply my make-up and get dressed.

It's hard to explain, but I almost live for this moment. My reflection is one of a beautiful dishevelled femme-fatale as, modesty aside, I look irresistible even before I have been to work with my extensive cosmetics selection. I have grown to love the feminine self-pampering of getting ready to go out and I actually savour this moment on my own, just my mirror and I. There is no need to hurry as I have plenty of time left. In this state I will not sleep for 3 days and 3 nights, but then, as the moon begins to wane, I will fall into the deepest sleep imaginable and wake-up twelve hours later to find myself a man again, scarcely able to believe the delights of the previous sleepless hours.

I take a sip of water from my dressing table, then down the glass in one go. Not only does the transformation make me thirsty, it makes my throat dry as it tightens my vocal chords giving me a sexy husky voice. I turn back to the mirror and pout.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

I always say that. What else am I meant to say to my reflection, and, after all, I am now Cinderella, or Sindi as I tell others, as it is at least a real name. I also love the fact that it makes me sound sinful and, in some ways, evokes the Kama Sutra too, Sindi the Hindu Goddess. Hearing my sexy girl's voice with its subtle mix of high and low tones always causes a little shiver to run down my spine. I do not know why, perhaps because it confirms that I have transformed, that Cinderella shall go to the ball.

I love bath bombs and throw in three, watching them effervesce furiously, their rose and herb scent rising with the steam from the tub and intoxicating me. Is that a little bit of the boy in me, that I love those stupid fizzy things? I slip under the foam and luxuriate in the feeling of the slick scented water. Am I washing, or caressing myself? Both! The slightly oily water feels so wonderful on my skin as it wraps itself around me, embracing me with its warmth.

Hair washed and rinsed, I step out of my aqueous dream and get dry with a towel warm from the rail. I wrap myself in my soft white dressing gown as I straighten and dry my hair. I shake my head and watch how my deep brown strands flow around my face, tickling my neck and shine in the light of the dressing table mirror. I pull on some white lace panties and a matching bra, loving the feeling of the straps and the way the bra squeezes and caresses my breasts. I admire myself in the mirror again, twisting from side to side and tweaking my nipples through the lace to make them pop. Back at the dressing table, I apply my makeup, lashes and nails before brushing my hair slowly one last time. I love brushing my hair! I love making its strands tease my nipples. I return to the mirror and feel a jolt of electricity run from my neck to my groin, my tucked cock stiffening as I am already getting excited and turned-on by my own reflection. Good!

What to wear? I have a lovely selection of clothes. Not too many, but enough! I think I mentioned that my divorced parents somewhat indulge me and what I have tends to be really decent stuff, but every now and again I see a bargain and just have to have it! I put on some nude hold-up stockings, making sure they are lined up on my thighs and then pick out a scarlet skater dress in brushed satin with short sleeves. Seventy percent off, and a snip at a mere one hundred and twenty! I put on a white ruched chiffon slip that will exaggerate my hourglass figure by flaring out the bottom of the dress and finally slip the dress on, zipping it up with ease. A large white belt emphasises my waist as it pulls the dress in perfectly. I love the weight of satin, and its luxurious feel against my skin and the way its clever design showcases my tits.

I sit down again, brushing the dress underneath me as I prop myself on the chair. A few touch-ups to my makeup and then on go the silver hoop earrings, a necklace consisting of a simple silver heart on a chain, a thin silver watch and a Pandora bracelet. White patent leather riding boots with a three inch heel and silver buckles slide onto my feet like a glove. I can't even bring myself to tell you how much these cost, but I can assure you they were worth it. I pull up the zips and they fit perfectly round my calves, no gapping at all. When I pose again, the mirror is very pleased with what it has to reflect on and seems to radiate its warm feelings towards me. I am ready.

A faux fur coat and a large pre-packed Michael Kors bag with all my girly needs: hair brush, lippy, compact, two spare stockings, two spare pairs of matching white lace panties, condoms and lubricant. A few taps on my girl-phone and an Uber is on its way to pick up Ellie, that naughty witch, Elvira, that turned me into this monthly whore-demon. She knows all about Sindi as we are sort of besties really, but she has never before dared go out with me on my time of the month, but since her complete dork of a boyfriend just dumped her in an ultimatum over his football obsession, she has rebounded to me.

She rings and I buzz her in. She looks at me, I look at her and we embrace. She looks really nice. Still a bit girl-next-door, but her makeup is lovely, and the black top and black tights with a bright pink miniskirt works really well together. She'll have no trouble picking up another girl I think to myself, and that's always a good thing as men are just so pathetically easy in comparison to girls!

"O.M.G." She says, stepping back. "You fucking look like a super model! I don't believe it!" She had always been a bit of a potty-mouth, but somehow the way she swears is just so ladylike that it does not matter.

"Hardly!" I said, with obvious false modesty, "You look fab! I just love that pink skirt with the black, it makes me want to eat you!"

"I knew I shouldn't have worn it." Ellie said, turning away. I was mortified! Had I gone too far already. The fact was I really did want to eat her. I wanted to pull down those tights and have her sit on my face right now. I wanted her to be rocking her hips, my tongue lapping at her, my lips against her labia, making her cum. I was quite hard at the thought!

"I'm sorry babes! In-app-rop-riate! I'm just so horny when I'm Sindi!"

"Then you had better go lie down on that bed and let me fuck your face then."

It was my turn to be shocked. She turned me around and pushed me onto the bed with one hand, unzipping her skirt with the other. I was wrong about the tights, she was wearing crotchless panty hose.

"Ooooooh!" I sighed. "I thought I'd offended you." She pulled down her sensible cotton panties revealing a freshly shaved pussy. That was new!

"Nope! I saw myself in your mirror and when you said you wanted to eat me it made me realise that this colour combo sort of makes me look like a giant liquorice allsort!"

I laughed momentarily, before her gorgeous pussy smothered me as her hot thighs straddled my head. While my tongue and lips worked on her, she released me from my panties and began to suck me. It was just brilliant and something we hadn't done together since our first end-of-term FRP meeting had got a bit wild after too much drinking and smoking. I was that disgusting nerdy, hairy boy back then, and to be honest, I'd had trouble finding her clit through her thick wiry undergrowth, but this time it was so different, the magical feeling of hair-free sex and our deep no-complications friendship made it something else completely.

Ellie came first, after all, my tongue is God's second gift to women, my cock being the first of course! She tried so hard to bring me off with the frantic endeavours of her lips and tongue, but somehow it wasn't working. Lovely and sensual as the feeling was, it was not taking me over the edge. Ellie intuitively knew what she had to do and flipped round and over, impaling herself on my stake and shrieking as its size made itself known within her. There was something about my she-cock, maybe it was just its size, I just don't know, but it always had this effect on women. She fucked me like a trojan trooper until I felt myself boiling within her, squealing in delight and she squealed with me. We had both climaxed together.

"Mmm!", I said, licking my lips, her taste subtle and delicious. "Liquorice allsorts are my favourite!"

Ellie laughed, and kissed me, our lips crushing together.

"Are we clubbing?" I asked, as we broke from our embrace and lay next to each other.

"Defo!"

To be continued/