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MatthiasRat: Made some more edits, but I'd say this work is finished now. YAY!

2008-01-31T17:47:32Z

Made some more edits, but I'd say this work is finished now. YAY!

MatthiasRat: Finished the story! I may make a few more edits if I notice any errors.

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Finished the story! I may make a few more edits if I notice any errors.

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-''This Story is a Draft and still in Progress'' --[[User:MatthiasRat|MatthiasRat]] 05:20, 23 January 2008 (EST)
+Although cooked more thoroughly than his ursine body preferred, the steaks proved to be delicious and with the fried zucchini and squash, made a satisfying dinner.  Brett kept asking him how Rob was doing, to which Christopher replied that he was feeling better, but still not one hundred percent.
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MatthiasRat: Christopher discovers that Rob is a bit stinky

2008-01-31T02:19:47Z

Christopher discovers that Rob is a bit stinky

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2008-01-30T10:21:45Z

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 After climbing into his seat, he patted his distended belly with one paw and had to resist the grin that came to him.  As a bear, he knew he should have a good store of fat for the winter.  Last time he was a bear he remembered finding it hard to get up in the mornings once winter set in.  That and he hadn't eaten too much.  Maybe the grocery bills would even out after all.
-He backed the car out of the parking lot, and headed back towards Prices Fork Rd.  He turned towards 460, but continued along the overpass.  And immediately his nose wrinkled from most frequent fragrance that graced the highway.  He was convinced that Blacksburg had more skunks per acre than it did blades of grass.  Almost every day one or two would be killed on 460, and the stink would permeate everything.
+He backed the car out of the parking lot, and headed back towards Prices Fork Rd.  He turned towards 460, but continued along the overpass.  And immediately his nose wrinkled from most frequent fragrance that graced the highway.  He was convinced that Blacksburg had more skunks per acre than it did blades of grass.  Almost every day one or two would be killed on Route 460, and the stink would permeate everything.
-He continued snuffling, trying to rid himself of that odor, all the way to Heather Dr.  He turned left down and headed into the Foxridge apartment complex.  Foxridge was by the far the most popular amongst students.  The amenities were too numerous to name, and the BT had several stops along the main road; at any one of them, a but would stop every fifteen minutes during the school year.    While not as convenient as living on campus, the rooms were much bigger, which for many students was all the convincing they needed.
+He continued snuffling, trying to rid himself of that odor, all the way to the left turn onto Heather Dr.  From there, he headed straight into the Foxridge apartment complex.  Foxridge was by the far the most popular amongst students.  The amenities were too numerous to name, and the BT had several stops along the main road; at any one of them, a but would stop every fifteen minutes during the school year.    While not as convenient as living on campus, the rooms were much bigger, which for many students was all the convincing they needed.
-Christopher parked outside building 1600, still rubbing his snout to get rid of the skunk scent.  He climbed out of the car, his rump squeezing tight in the doorway as he turned to pick up Crystal.  With a grunt, he pushed back, claws digging into the asphalt.  He shook to right his fur, and then closed the car door.  All the while, Crystal hung contentedly from beneath one arm.
+Christopher parked outside building 1600, still rubbing his snout to get rid of the skunk scent.  He climbed out of the car, his rump squeezing tight in the doorway as he turned to pick up Crystal.  With a grunt, he pushed back, claws digging into the asphalt.  He shook from side to side to right his fur, and then closed the car door.  All the while, Crystal hung contentedly beneath one arm.
 He set her down, and she followed along dutifully, sniffing at the grass and the sidewalk.  He climbed one set of stairs, and then knocked lightly on the door marked with a "J" with the side of one paw.  Beyond he could hear the sound of a video game and several familiar voices.
-"Hey Chris!" Nick said as he opened the door.  His eyes stared at Christopher's breasts, and he held out his ams for a hug.  The bruin hugged the short, blond-haired college student, but very gently. "Looks like you've put on some weight this summer.  What have you been eating?"
+"Hey Chris!" Nick said as he opened the door.  His eyes stared at Christopher's breasts, and he held out his arms for a hug.  The bruin hugged the short, blond-haired college student, but very gently. "Looks like you've put on some weight this summer.  What have you been eating?"
-"Just preparing for winter hibernation," he replied, and Nick laughed.  He stepped out of the way, and Christopher and Crystal followed him into the main room.  Couches lined two walls, the drapes were lowered on the third, and the sweet scent of meat drew his nose towards the kitchen.  Sitting on one of the couches in front of the TV were Trevor and their fourth roommate Brett.
+"Just preparing for winter hibernation," he replied, and Nick laughed.  He stepped out of the way, and Christopher and Crystal followed him into the main room.  Old and cheap couches lined two walls, the discount drapes were lowered on the third, and the sweet scent of meat drew his nose towards the kitchen.  Sitting on one of the couches in front of the TV were Trevor and their fourth roommate Brett.
 Trevor turned, his chubby face breaking into a grin, "Oh hey, Chris!" He narrowed his eyes, looked down at his paunch, and then to Christopher's. "Have you been stealing my fat?"
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 "Yes, we all wish our parents had as much money as yours," Trevor said with a chuckle.
-"What?" Brett asked defensively. "I don't know... what did you do this summer?"
+"What?" Brett asked defensively, stuttering as he talked. "I don't know... what did you do this summer?"
 "I think we were all working, Brett," Nick replied. "It's what normal people do."
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 "He said he was better this morning," Nick replied, even as he returned to the couch and snagged a third controller. "But I think he said his fever came back around noon."
 "Ah," Christopher eased himself down in the empty chair, which protested at his three-hundred pounds.
 ''This Story is a Draft and still in Progress'' --[[User:MatthiasRat|MatthiasRat]] 05:20, 23 January 2008 (EST)

MatthiasRat: Started the next scene. Arriving at Apartment Furry

2008-01-30T03:27:20Z

Started the next scene. Arriving at Apartment Furry

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	Now that his ring was on, it was time to find clothes for work. Target required him to wear khakis and a red shirt. He tried to keep his clothes as generic as possible so neither Leslie nor anyone else would remark on them, so he should have something suitable. After rifling through his clothes, he found a pair of khakis, but the only red shirt he had was a lumberjack red-black flannel. It would have to do; he'd buy a pair of red v-necks when he got to work.		Now that his ring was on, it was time to find clothes for work. Target required him to wear khakis and a red shirt. He tried to keep his clothes as generic as possible so neither Leslie nor anyone else would remark on them, so he should have something suitable. After rifling through his clothes, he found a pair of khakis, but the only red shirt he had was a lumberjack red-black flannel. It would have to do; he'd buy a pair of red v-necks when he got to work.

	Dressed, Christopher replaced the boxes and then went down to the kitchen to see if there was anything edible in the refrigerator. He grunted unhappily when he saw the numerous breads, fruits, and vegetables, but very few fresh meats. There goes the grocery bill, he mused.		Dressed, Christopher replaced the boxes and then went down to the kitchen to see if there was anything edible in the refrigerator. He grunted unhappily when he saw the numerous breads, fruits, and vegetables, but very few fresh meats. There goes the grocery bill, he mused. He still grabbed a pair of apples and gobbled them down, core and all.

	He shut the fridge and returned to the computer room. He'd stop at Hardee's on the way to work and pick something up to eat. That meant he had another two hours before he needed to head to work. He turned on his computer and sat down. The seat creaked from his extra bulk, but he made sure not to lean back --- he'd already broken one chair that way! There was so much to remember after changing; he could only hope he remembered it all before anything bad happened.		He shut the fridge and returned to the computer room. He'd stop at Hardee's on the way to work and pick something up to eat. That meant he had another two hours before he needed to head to work. He turned on his computer and sat down. The seat creaked from his extra bulk, but he made sure not to lean back --- he'd already broken one chair that way! There was so much to remember after changing; he could only hope he remembered it all before anything bad happened.
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	Billy had been Christopher's mentor earlier in the summer, and they'd hit it off almost immediately. Billy's wicked sense of humor and his frank appraisal of their managers kept Christopher's spirits up as he dealt with having to adjust to retail work. Now that Christopher faced another year as a woman, he was very grateful to be pared with a friend.		Billy had been Christopher's mentor earlier in the summer, and they'd hit it off almost immediately. Billy's wicked sense of humor and his frank appraisal of their managers kept Christopher's spirits up as he dealt with having to adjust to retail work. Now that Christopher faced another year as a woman, he was very grateful to be pared with a friend.

	Becoming a bear did make his job ~~there~~ easier. He had no trouble carrying the metal shelves back and forth, and he even surprised Billy and several guests with how high he could reach. They wanted the item on the top shelf? Not a problem anymore! After the third time showing off Billy warned him that if Alex saw him stretching on his tip toes like that he might not have a job anymore. Christopher always retrieved a ladder first after that.		Becoming a bear did make his job easier. He had no trouble carrying the metal shelves back and forth, and he even surprised Billy and several guests with how high he could reach. They wanted the item on the top shelf? Not a problem anymore! After the third time showing off Billy warned him that if Alex saw him stretching on his tip toes like that he might not have a job anymore. Christopher always retrieved a ladder first after that.

	As he worked the hardlines side of the store, he walked on tiles the whole day long. They were smooth and cool on his foot pads, but he heard a clicking with his claws everywhere he went. He would have to get his claw trimming kit out when he got home. He'd bought it back when he'd first changed, sized for the largest of dogs. It ~~workd~~ pretty well on his bear claws too, given that he was nowhere near the size of a real brown bear.		As he worked the hardlines side of the store, he walked on tiles the whole day long. They were smooth and cool on his foot pads, but he heard a clicking with his claws everywhere he went. He would have to get his claw trimming kit out when he got home. He'd bought it back when he'd first changed, sized for the largest of dogs. It worked pretty well on his bear claws too, given that he was nowhere near the size of a real brown bear.

	As the day wore on, more and more guests came in, and he and Billy were sent to different sections of the store to handle restocking returned items or items left lying around, as well as helping the many guests. Several of them decided to be quite rude to him, either by their dismissive attitude or their impatience. Christopher found himself growling under his breath at quite a few of them. When things were too bad, he ~~slippe dinto~~ the electronics stock room to cool off --- figuratively as well as literally because it was at least twenty degrees colder in there!		As the day wore on, more and more guests came in, and he and Billy were sent to different sections of the store to handle restocking returned items or items left lying around, as well as helping the many guests. Several of them decided to be quite rude to him, either by their dismissive attitude or their impatience. Christopher found himself growling under his breath at quite a few of them. When things were too bad, he slipped into the electronics stock room to cool off --- figuratively as well as literally because it was at least twenty degrees colder in there!

	But his shift finally came to an end, and after extricating himself from one last guests ~~persistant~~ and fruitless questioning, he grabbed his shirts, clocked out, and left the store. The day had grown hot, and he loosened his collar, tongue hanging out his muzzle as he made his way to his car. He tossed the shirts in the trunk and squeezed back into his seat. As soon as the engine was running, he cranked the AC all the way up.		But his shift finally came to an end, and after extricating himself from one last guests persistent and fruitless questioning, he grabbed his shirts, clocked out, and left the store. The day had grown hot, and he loosened his collar, tongue hanging out his muzzle as he made his way to his car. He tossed the shirts in the trunk and squeezed back into his seat. As soon as the engine was running, he cranked the AC all the way up.

	As expected, Leslie had already left for work when he got home. Crystal trotted over to greet him, licking his snout with her fast tongue. Petting gently, he licked her face once, and rumbled in amusement at her confused snuffling.		As expected, Leslie had already left for work when he got home. Crystal trotted over to greet him, licking his snout with her fast tongue. Petting gently, he licked her face once, and rumbled in amusement at her confused snuffling.

	There was still an hour-and-~~ahalf~~ before he needed to be over at the furry apartment, so he had no need to rush. Methodically, he emptied the four boxes with his bear clothes and stored them in all his dresser drawers. He put the rest of his shoes in the closet, and organized his feminine products in the last remaining box for when he'd need them. Lastly, he took out his ~~polaroid~~ camera, stripped, and proceeded to take a few photos of himself for his journal. These he stored back in the boxes to be sorted another night.		There was still an hour-and-a-half before he needed to be over at the furry apartment, so he had no need to rush. Methodically, he emptied the four boxes with his bear clothes and stored them in all his dresser drawers. He put the rest of his shoes in the closet, and organized his feminine products in the last remaining box for when he'd need them. Lastly, he took out his Polaroid camera, stripped, and proceeded to take a few photos of himself for his journal. These he stored back in the boxes to be sorted another night.

	He fed Crystal, checked his email, changed into more comfortable and lighter clothes, and then sat down on his couch. His ~~pwas~~ crept up to his breasts and he sighed. He'd almost made it through one day; now he just had to get through another 364 before he could hope to be a man again. Christopher sobbed quietly and covered his face with his thick paws.		He fed Crystal, checked his email, changed into more comfortable and lighter clothes, and then sat down on his couch. His paws crept up to his breasts and he sighed. He'd almost made it through one day; now he just had to get through another 364 before he could hope to be a man again. Christopher sobbed quietly and covered his face with his thick paws.

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	''This Story is a Draft and still in ~~Progess~~'' --[[User:MatthiasRat\|MatthiasRat]] 05:20, 23 January 2008 (EST)		When six o'clock rolled around, Christopher collected the dog and left the apartment. He cradled Crystal in one arm, and she looked about curiously as he walked to the car. Gently, he set her on the passenger seat, and then squeezed back into the Saturn. "Time to go see the furs," he told her. She looked at him, then curled up in the seat and closed her eyes.

			After climbing into his seat, he patted his distended belly with one paw and had to resist the grin that came to him. As a bear, he knew he should have a good store of fat for the winter. Last time he was a bear he remembered finding it hard to get up in the mornings once winter set in. That and he hadn't eaten too much. Maybe the grocery bills would even out after all.

			He backed the car out of the parking lot, and headed back towards Prices Fork Rd. He turned towards 460, but continued along the overpass. And immediately his nose wrinkled from most frequent fragrance that graced the highway. He was convinced that Blacksburg had more skunks per acre than it did blades of grass. Almost every day one or two would be killed on 460, and the stink would permeate everything.

			He continued snuffling, trying to rid himself of that odor, all the way to Heather Dr. He turned left down and headed into the Foxridge apartment complex. Foxridge was by the far the most popular amongst students. The amenities were too numerous to name, and the BT had several stops along the main road; at any one of them, a but would stop every fifteen minutes during the school year. While not as convenient as living on campus, the rooms were much bigger, which for many students was all the convincing they needed.

			Christopher parked outside building 1600, still rubbing his snout to get rid of the skunk scent. He climbed out of the car, his rump squeezing tight in the doorway as he turned to pick up Crystal. With a grunt, he pushed back, claws digging into the asphalt. He shook to right his fur, and then closed the car door. All the while, Crystal hung contentedly from beneath one arm.

			He set her down, and she followed along dutifully, sniffing at the grass and the sidewalk. He climbed one set of stairs, and then knocked lightly on the door marked with a "J" with the side of one paw. Beyond he could hear the sound of a video game and several familiar voices.

			"Hey Chris!" Nick said as he opened the door. His eyes stared at Christopher's breasts, and he held out his ams for a hug. The bruin hugged the short, blond-haired college student, but very gently. "Looks like you've put on some weight this summer. What have you been eating?"

			"Just preparing for winter hibernation," he replied, and Nick laughed. He stepped out of the way, and Christopher and Crystal followed him into the main room. Couches lined two walls, the drapes were lowered on the third, and the sweet scent of meat drew his nose towards the kitchen. Sitting on one of the couches in front of the TV were Trevor and their fourth roommate Brett.

			Trevor turned, his chubby face breaking into a grin, "Oh hey, Chris!" He narrowed his eyes, looked down at his paunch, and then to Christopher's. "Have you been stealing my fat?"

			"Wouldn't dream of it," Christopher replied. Ah, how he wished he could see what they thought he looked like! "Hey Brett, good to see you made it back from wherever you went this summer."

			The tall and skinny man chuckled and smiled, his greasy hair insisting on falling into his face. "Oh hey, Chris! Africa... we... we went to Africa this summer."

			"Yes, we all wish our parents had as much money as yours," Trevor said with a chuckle.

			"What?" Brett asked defensively. "I don't know... what did you do this summer?"

			"I think we were all working, Brett," Nick replied. "It's what normal people do."

			Brett pouted and held up one of the game controllers. "Hey, Chris. Would you like to play?"

			Christopher shook his head, idly watching Crystal sniff around the floor. He could smell a thousand unpleasant odors coming from the discolored carpet, and he didn't want to know what any of them were. Irritatingly enough, he could still smell that skunk from the highway! "I'll just watch, thanks. Where's Cindy and Van? Patrick? And Audrey?"

			"Cindy and Van will be arriving later," Trevor replied in that cheery level voice he'd perfected working at an amusement park. "Audrey is still in Vermont with her family, and I haven't heard from Patrick, so he's probably still in New Jersey."

			The bruin nodded and closed the door with a shove. "I take it Bob is still feeling sick?" He gestured to the closed door at the end of the hall.

			"He said he was better this morning," Nick replied, even as he returned to the couch and snagged a third controller. "But I think he said his fever came back around noon."

			"Ah," Christopher eased himself down in the empty chair, which protested at his three-hundred pounds.

			''This Story is a Draft and still in Progress'' --[[User:MatthiasRat\|MatthiasRat]] 05:20, 23 January 2008 (EST)

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MatthiasRat: Even his coworkers think he's put on weight!

2008-01-29T02:38:34Z

Even his coworkers think he's put on weight!

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			The Target was new to the area, built in the Spradlin Farms shopping area of Christiansburg back in 2000. From the Hardee's, Christopher turned onto 460 East and was there in only ten minutes. Though he'd only started work at Target a couple months ago, he knew the routine well enough now. After parking in the team member section at the far end of the lot, he sauntered up to the side entrance where the other members of the morning crew waited to be let in.

			"Hey Chris," Billy said and waved. He leaned against the brick wall, glasses hanging low on his nose. He pointed at Christopher's waist. "What have you been eating lately? It looks like you've gained twenty pounds since I saw you last week!"

			He rumbled and patted his belly. It jiggled a little. When he'd been human, he'd been as skinny as a rail. To be fat now was a definite change. "I don't know, maybe a hormone change or something. I just started getting this gut."

			Billy chuckled and gave him a thumbs up. "Look good on you, for some reason. You'll probably have to change that shirt though. Alex is a stickler for bright red." Alex was the store team leader, and was notoriously picky about every detail of his store.

			Christopher nodded and shrugged, "My others won't fit over this. Going to pick up some new ones." He looked past Billy at the rest of the team. Apart from Billy, who worked hardlines with him, there were three girls who were also new hires talking amongst themselves. Even as they spoke, another pair of cars pulled into the lot.

			"There's Alex now," Billy said, pointing. Christopher turned and watched as the now familiar silver Chevy truck pulled into the lot. Alex had a cheerful expression, round face and body that reminded you more of the Pillsbury Dough Boy, but you still didn't argue with him.

			Alex waved a set of keys and everyone stepped out of the way. He took one look at Christopher and said, "You need to get a lighter shirt."

			"I'm going to buy some first thing, all my others didn't fit anymore."

			Alex nodded and unlocked the door. They followed him in, and one by one clocked in. The morning huddle brought all the sales floor and morning cashiers together in the front of the store. Alex read last night's sales, their goals for the day, and handed out assignments. Then they did their morning stretches. Christopher had been able to reach his hooves the last time he'd been at a huddle, but now he couldn't get past his knees.

			When huddle was over, Alex gave him a meaningful look, and Christopher headed into softlines, where they sold all their clothes. Already several guests were browsing the tables, while a few Virginia Tech students vainly searched for Hokie merchandise.

			Christopher had to walk the entire breadth of the store to reach the paltry men's section. The women's section surrounded him on both sides, and his eyes stole back and forth between the many outfits, some modest, overs revealing, to the nightwear that looks temptingly cozy. He may feel like a woman, but nobody else could see it!

			When he reached the men's tables, he carefully rifled through the largest sizes they had and holding them up to see if they would fit. It took him five minutes, but he found two good red shirts with collars wide enough that he could get his massive head through. He folded them again, cleaned up the tables, and took them to the registers. Now he just had to figure out where he was going to change!

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	''This Story is a Draft and still in Progess'' --[[User:MatthiasRat\|MatthiasRat]] 05:20, 23 January 2008 (EST)		''This Story is a Draft and still in Progess'' --[[User:MatthiasRat\|MatthiasRat]] 05:20, 23 January 2008 (EST)

MatthiasRat: Christopher gets some grub

2008-01-28T23:04:53Z

Christopher gets some grub

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MatthiasRat: Christopher changes again, more to come on this scene still

2008-01-28T17:57:46Z

Christopher changes again, more to come on this scene still

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			Though he hadn't set the alarm, his body rose from troubled dreams a few minutes to five. One moment he slept, and then next his eyes popped open, long ears turned to catch the sound of Leslie snoring softly next to him, and the faint whimpering of Crystal as she dreamt of chasing rodents. It was time for his annual Change.

			Christopher slipped his legs out from under the covers, making sure his hooves didn't clack together. First one then the other he planted on the carpet to steady himself. Then, he rolled over one hand pressing on the side table to ease himself off the mattress. Leslie didn't stir; she'd probably only come to bed an hour or so ago, but he didn't want to risk waking her, especially when she was groggy. One time when she'd been so sleepy, she'd seen him for what he really was. Christopher shook at the memory; but in the end Leslie had just thought it a dream.

			He walked to the bedroom door and with slow precision turned the knob, stepped out into the hall, and closed it behind him. He always made sure the hinges were greased, and this year had been no different. He gave the same care to the bathroom door, making sure to step on the small rug to keep his hooves silent.

			Once safe inside, Christopher turned the light on and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He spread his supple lips wide and gnashed his flat teeth together. Those would be gone in a few moments, and he'd be glad of it. He always thought equine teeth were ugly, and two years as a donkey had not change dhis mind.

			Christopher glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that he had another few minutes before his change would begin. It always happened at 5:10, the very same time he'd been born. He sat on the toilet and relieved himself, ropy tail pressed back into the lid. One thing was for sure; Leslie never had to complain about the seat being left up.

			When he climbed to his hooves, he felt disoriented, and had to grip the edge of the sink to keep his balance. A pressure began to build inside him, like a swell of gas filling a balloon. Christopher stared into the mirror, even as every nerve of his body cried out for relief.

			And then it began. His face widened, swelling to either side, even as his nostrils shrank, and his muzzle shortened, pulled back towards his cheeks. The long ears dwindled, and his fingers quivered as they split in two, the blunt nails lengthening and narrowing into sharp claws. His ropy tail sharnk into his body like a spaghetti noddled being slurped up. His chest and body expanded, rounding out, even as his eyes warmed into a chocolate brown.

			And all around him, the world shrank as his body pushed upwards as well as outwards. Inch by inch he climbed higher, until his hands --- now paws --- only just touched the edge of the sink. And then his body subsided, his change complete. Where once had stood a donkey now was a six and a half foot tall brown bear.

			Christopher opened his jaws, admiring the sharper teeth and long fangs. He rubbed his tongue across them, glad that he'd be able to enjoy meat again. He sniffed, the scent of donkey already being replaced by his new ursine fragrance. He stretched his toes, careful on the rug lest his claws tear the threads. It felt so good having toes again.

			But one thing hadn't changed. There in the middle of chest hung a pair of breasts, covered more thickly in fur, but still the incontrovertible sign of femininity. Christopher sighed. Another year as a woman.


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	"No! I'm sick, I don't want you to get infected."		"No! I'm sick, I don't want you to get infected."

	As if that would stop Rob from interacting; it never had before. There had to be something more. "I may already be infected," Christopher replied. He tried the handle, but the door was locked. "Come on, Rob, open up." He heard Trevor walk up behind him, a curious expresison on ~~ihs~~ face. Christopher growled under his breath and ~~wave done~~ paw at his friend. "Shoo! I'll take care of this. Go cook dinner."		As if that would stop Rob from interacting; it never had before. There had to be something more. "I may already be infected," Christopher replied. He tried the handle, but the door was locked. "Come on, Rob, open up." He heard Trevor walk up behind him, a curious expresison on his face. Christopher growled under his breath and waved one paw at his friend. "Shoo! I'll take care of this. Go cook dinner."

	Trevor chuckled and shook his head. "Okay, I will cook dinner. What were you doing with the skillet? You have a mound of butter sitting there, but I don't think that's where you want to make the steaks."		Trevor chuckled and shook his head. "Okay, I will cook dinner. What were you doing with the skillet? You have a mound of butter sitting there, but I don't think that's where you want to make the steaks."
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	"You were sick last night, but you didn't lock yourself in your room. What's different now?" Christopher's heart beat faster. If he wanted to make Rob open up, he'd have to risk sounding like an idiot. "Do you have unusual hair growth?"		"You were sick last night, but you didn't lock yourself in your room. What's different now?" Christopher's heart beat faster. If he wanted to make Rob open up, he'd have to risk sounding like an idiot. "Do you have unusual hair growth?"

	He could hear Rob moving around, as well as his cursing ~~bout~~ some "damn thing". ''Please'', he prayed, ''let him be like me''. The skunk scent, the sickness, the odd voice, all of it pointed toward Rob being changed like him, but it didn't prove it.		He could hear Rob moving around, as well as his cursing about some "damn thing". ''Please'', he prayed, ''let him be like me''. The skunk scent, the sickness, the odd voice, all of it pointed toward Rob being changed like him, but it didn't prove it.

	Finally, after Rob had stepped around to the other side of the door, he asked, "What would you know about unusual hair growth?"		Finally, after Rob had stepped around to the other side of the door, he asked, "What would you know about unusual hair growth?"
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	"What are you talking about?" Rob demanded, his black and white stripped tail flicking back and forth, the fur frazzled as if he'd been electrocuted. "And are those breasts? Holy shit, you're female!"		"What are you talking about?" Rob demanded, his black and white stripped tail flicking back and forth, the fur frazzled as if he'd been electrocuted. "And are those breasts? Holy shit, you're female!"

	Christopher put one claw to his muzzle and shushed hi. "Keep it down. Nobody but you and I can see this. Yes, I have breasts. I had them last year too, but you couldn't see them. Oh this is wonderful! Do you have any idea how long I've waited to see somebody else like me?"		Christopher put one claw to his muzzle and shushed him. "Keep it down. Nobody but you and I can see this. Yes, I have breasts. I had them last year too, but you couldn't see them. Oh this is wonderful! Do you have any idea how long I've waited to see somebody else like me?"

	"No, and why the heck are we furry? And why am I a skunk and you a bear? What's going on?"		"No, and why the heck are we furry? And why am I a skunk and you a bear? What's going on?"
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	"I don't know. I've been furry for six years now, and I still have no idea why. Nobody else can tell. They still see me as human and male, although apparently with this change I've put on weight."		"I don't know. I've been furry for six years now, and I still have no idea why. Nobody else can tell. They still see me as human and male, although apparently with this change I've put on weight."

	Rob narrowed his dark eyes. "~~This~~ change? Six years!"		"And height!" Rob narrowed his dark eyes. "Wait... this change? Six years!"

	"Calm down," he said, holding out his paws. "I've been changing between different furry species for the last six years, and each year I've changed on August 17, today. And more often than not, I've been female. It's played havoc with Leslie. She doesn't have a clue, and I'm trying to keep it that way. And you ~~will~~ need to as well. Nobody can see ~~that~~ you're a skunk but me. And nobody will believe you if you tell them. You have to learn how to hide this like I have."		"Calm down," he said, holding out his paws. "I've been changing between different furry species for the last six years, and each year I've changed on August 17, today. And more often than not, I've been female. It's played havoc with Leslie. She doesn't have a clue, and I'm trying to keep it that way. And you'll need to as well. Nobody can see you're a skunk but me. And nobody will believe you if you tell them. You have to learn how to hide this like I have."

	"Look at my tail!" He gestured to the appendage that curled up around his back, nearly as large as he was. "There's no way I can hide this!"		"Look at my tail!" He gestured to the appendage that curled up around his back, nearly as large as he was. "There's no way I can hide this!"
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	"Not so loud!" Christopher snapped. "I don't need you to take your pants off, just touch your tail. Turn around and I can be done in a couple seconds. Then I can save our steaks."		"Not so loud!" Christopher snapped. "I don't need you to take your pants off, just touch your tail. Turn around and I can be done in a couple seconds. Then I can save our steaks."

	Rob grunted, but did so. Christopher got down on his knees, apprehensive about being so close to Rob's new biological weapon. With extreme care, he wrapped one digit around the root of Rob's long tail. He tapped where his claw met his skin, making a mental note, then put is claw at the top of Rob's tail, and ~~measure~~ the distance to his waistline. He gave Rob's leg a soft pat with his paw pads and stood back up. "Thanks for not spraying me. Pick out two pairs of pants. After I eat, I'll go home and resize them for you."		Rob grunted, but did so. Christopher got down on his knees, apprehensive about being so close to Rob's new biological weapon. With extreme care, he wrapped one digit around the root of Rob's long tail. He tapped where his claw met his skin, making a mental note, then put his claw at the top of Rob's tail, and measured the distance to his waistline. He gave Rob's leg a soft pat with his paw pads and stood back up. "Thanks for not spraying me. Pick out two pairs of pants. After I eat, I'll go home and resize them for you."

	"And then what?"		"And then what?"
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	Although cooked more thoroughly than his ursine body preferred, the steaks proved to be delicious and with the fried zucchini and squash, made a satisfying dinner. Brett kept asking him how Rob was doing, to which Christopher replied that he was feeling better, but still not one hundred percent.		Although cooked more thoroughly than his ursine body preferred, the steaks proved to be delicious and with the fried zucchini and squash, made a satisfying dinner. Brett kept asking him how Rob was doing, to which Christopher replied that he was feeling better, but still not one hundred percent.

	By the time he'd finished his meal, Cindy and Van had shown up. They'd been together for as long as he'd known them, but no word on when Van would pop the question. Cindy was short, with bright blond hair, and a relaxing demeanor. When she saw Christopher, she asked rather diplomatically what Leslie ~~was~~ feeding him lately. The black-haired and pony-tailed Van bluntly said he looked fat.		By the time he'd finished his meal, Cindy and Van had shown up. They'd been together for as long as he'd known them, but no word on when Van would pop the question. Cindy was short, with bright blond hair, and a relaxing demeanor. When she saw Christopher, she asked rather diplomatically what Leslie had been feeding him lately. The black-haired and pony-tailed Van bluntly said he looked fat.

	When he checked on Rob, the skunk-man handed him a bag with two pairs of pants. Rob then promptly went back to hiding behind his computer. Christopher excused himself, saying he had to run a short errand, and asked Trevor and the rest to keep an eye on Crystal for him while he was gone. Trever was busy putting the Lord of the Rings movie on the DVD player, but assured him his dog would be fine.		When he checked on Rob, the skunk-man handed him a bag with two pairs of pants. Rob then promptly went back to hiding behind his computer. Christopher excused himself, saying he had to run a short errand, and asked Trevor and the rest to keep an eye on Crystal for him while he was gone. Trever was busy putting the Lord of the Rings movie on the DVD player, but assured him his dog would be fine.
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	"Try claws like these," Christopher said, showing off his huge bear claws. "Buy a grooming kit for dogs. I'm serious. The claw trimmers work wonderfully. I used my mine before coming over here. Here's your pants." He tossed the bag.		"Try claws like these," Christopher said, showing off his huge bear claws. "Buy a grooming kit for dogs. I'm serious. The claw trimmers work wonderfully. I used my mine before coming over here. Here's your pants." He tossed the bag.

	Rob caught it and pulled out a pair. He turned it around, ~~looking at~~ the tail hole, and fiddled with the button. "And nobody else can see this?"		Rob caught it and pulled out a pair. He turned it around, examined the tail hole, and fiddled with the button. "And nobody else can see this?"

	"When you're wearing it. That's just one of the many things you're going to have to learn. You have to do your own laundry, and you have to keep it hidden away. You really need to learn how to clean up after yourself."		"When you're wearing it. That's just one of the many things you're going to have to learn. You have to do your own laundry, and you have to keep it hidden away. You really need to learn how to clean up after yourself."
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	"They didn't change much, just gained some claws and fur on the top." Rob leaned back in his chair, and then winced when he sat on his tail. "This thing is irritating me already. I guess it could be worse."		"They didn't change much, just gained some claws and fur on the top." Rob leaned back in his chair, and then winced when he sat on his tail. "This thing is irritating me already. I guess it could be worse."

	"You are still male, be grateful for that." A wicked grin crossed Christopher's muzzle. "Get used to performing gymnastics on the toilet. One of the very few advantages to being female, is that I only have to sit down."		"You are still male, be grateful for that." A wicked grin crossed Christopher's muzzle. "Get used to performing gymnastics on the toilet. One of the very few advantages to being female is that I only have to sit down."

	Rob laughed. "Already figured that one out. So anyway, we're both furry now. Yay. What do we do?"		Rob laughed. "Already figured that one out. So anyway, we're both furry now. Yay. What do we do?"
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	<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Today has been the best day of my life (other than my wedding day). It didn't start out so good, as I've become a bear again, and I'm still female. That means by the time I change again I'll have been female for three straight years. I'm still not happy about that, but I think for the first time I can live with it.		<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Today has been the best day of my life (other than my wedding day). It didn't start out so good, as I've become a bear again and I'm still female. That means by the time I change again I'll have been female for three straight years. I'm still not happy about that, but I think for the first time I can live with it.

	<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Finally, after six long years, I'm not alone! I'm not alone!		<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Finally, after six long years, I'm not alone! I'm not alone!
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	<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Robert Hallman, one of my friends from the furry club, turned into a skunk today. He was a little freaked out, but I managed to calm him down and help him understand that he wasn't going to be captured by secret government agents for gruesome tests the moment he went outside. Once he realized nobody ran screaming, he settled down. I felt like a mother proud of her cub; gah, dang female wiring!		<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Robert Hallman, one of my friends from the furry club, turned into a skunk today. He was a little freaked out, but I managed to calm him down and help him understand that he wasn't going to be captured by secret government agents for gruesome tests the moment he went outside. Once he realized nobody ran screaming, he settled down. I felt like a mother proud of her cub; gah, dang female wiring!

	<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">He's going to have a dickens of a time with ~~the~~ tail of his though. He'll have to sit forward everywhere now, sort of the way I did when I was a rat.		<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">He's going to have a dickens of a time with that tail of his though. He'll have to sit forward everywhere now, sort of the way I did when I was a rat.

	<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">He's lucky that he's still male. But I was male too on my first change --- still wish I could be a male Rottweiler again. And he also hasn't changed in height or weight like I have. I really don't want to know what my Mom's going to say when she sees me, probably berate me for getting fat and not exercising. Sorry Mom, I've turned into a bear and can't help it!		<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">He's lucky that he's still male. But I was male too on my first change --- still wish I could be a male Rottweiler again. And he also hasn't changed in height or weight like I have. I really don't want to know what my Mom's going to say when she sees me, probably berate me for getting fat and not exercising. Sorry Mom, I've turned into a bear and can't help it!

	<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Ah, I don't really care! I'm not alone! I'm glad it was Rob. He's always been a good friend. Now we have something else in common. I've already planned out four days this week when we're going to get together. I swear we'll just use three to clean up his pigsty! I ~~have~~ a few papers on my coffee table and I think my place is a mess!		<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">Ah, I don't really care! I'm not alone! I'm glad it was Rob. He's always been a good friend. Now we have something else in common. I've already planned out four days this week when we're going to get together. I swear we'll just use three to clean up his pigsty! I leave a few papers on my coffee table and I think my place is a mess!

	<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">But now that I know there is at least one person out there like me, there must be more. I don't know how long it will take to find them, but this time, we will succeed, darn it!		<p style="text-indent: 2em; line-height:1.2;">But now that I know there is at least one person out there like me, there must be more. I don't know how long it will take to find them, but this time, we will succeed, darn it!