My stories and characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for them. Who knows?
Anyways, here is my latest offering.
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Sydney Porter was a beautiful man. And at the age of 60 he looked closer to 28, due in part to eating just about anything he wanted in moderation, and frequently power walking two to three miles along the streets of the housing development he lived in. In fact he could've probably looked 23, but well, that would've required more self discipline than he was interested in.
That's what he tells everybody, but he knows being a werewolf is the thing that has neutralized the aging process for him.
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Speaking of age; Sidney recently received an invitation to his 42nd class reunion. He trashed it and forgot about it until an email arrived in his mailbox a few weeks later listing the people who had committed to attending.
Reading some of the names gave him pause, but there was one person on the list he particularly wanted to see. "It'll be fun to see Maya's face when she sees me now," he thought.
So he responded to the invitation, and then booked a room at one of the three hotels in his small hometown.
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One month later;
Sidney drove his black on tan convertible sports car along highway 23. It was amazing how little the scenery had changed since he'd first ridden this road a half a century ago. While the unending miles of pine tree lined pavement looked the same, much had changed for the species he was now a part of. When he was first turned he was warned that no one could ever be allowed to know about them. Back then werewolves were commonly considered to be monsters. There are still humans who feel that way now, but they're in the minority.
Nowadays the area is famous for being the home of the Gumswamp Creek pack, and the Madame Alpha Juliana Macon, chair of the Southeastern Werewolf Council. A few miles to the west is the Ocmulgee River pack, and their Alpha Dub Steppe.
As he drove along with his car's top down, Sidney occasionally caught a whiff of werewolf, and more than a few times a wolf's scent made his wolf's pussy moisten or his cock throb with interest. That was one of the fun things about being a transgender werewolf. For his human was male, but his wolf was female.
Roughly forty five minutes later he drove into town a day before the festivities were to start. After checking into his hotel room, he freshened up then put on a loose fitting linen shorts set. He then walked the streets of the small downtown area greeting people warmly, smiling often, and generally being of good cheer. The reactions by men to his beautiful, well groomed, and neatly put together appearance tickled him. Many of them tried to discreetly look at him a second time. Many women blushed outright when he made eye contact with them.
The next day he went to the class reunion picnic. He looked so much younger than any of his former classmates he told them he was the son of a boy they'd graduated with also named Sidney. It was very satisfying to him to pass as an attractive twenty something year old man, when in reality he was the boy many of them had grown up with.
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That evening in the banquet hall parking lot;
Having had his fill of mingling with old classmates who didn't recognize him while he was at the picnic, Sidney timed his arrival at the main event of the reunion so as to miss the social hour that took place before the meal was served. He took a gulp of brown liquor from a flask he'd stashed in the breast pocket of his sportcoat before going inside.
Dinner was about to be served when he walked into the banquet hall and immediately smelled the unmistakable musk of a male werewolf. After receiving his name-tag he scanned the room looking for the source of the scent.
Sidney's former fuckbuddy Maya was making little talk with her table mates when she felt a hand on her shoulder. When she turned around and saw the person standing there her breath caught in her throat.
She instantly recognized the tall slender man as being her special friend from a long time ago, even though he still looked like a young man now. "Is this seat taken?" asked Sidney, motioning to the empty chair beside Maya.
Maya's jaw had dropped open. She couldn't speak for a moment. She even sobered up a little.
Sidney smiled and then spoke with an elegant voice albeit a bit husky. "Hi, I'm Sidney. Remember me?" he asked as he sat next to Maya.
Once he was seated he introduced himself to each of the people at the table while also scenting them. "I'm Sidney Porter" he said, before turning his attention back to Maya. The scent of a male werewolf was definitely coming from her.
Maya still hadn't spoken, but she continued to look Sidney up and down. Her thoughts went back to the last time she'd seen him thirty seven years ago.
Sedrick's job transferred him to the west coast and they hadn't seen or heard from each other since. He'd obviously had some work done to feminize his face. The bald head he sported along with his clean shaven look suited him well. Maya could see he used a hint of eyeliner, and he obviously took good care of his skin. If she were honest, Sidney was the best looking woman in the place even though he was a man.
When Maya's eyes panned down to Sidney's crotch he grinned mischievously at her, then leaned closer and said, "Its still there and it still works."
Maya's eyes widened and then she laughed. "You could always make me laugh Sidney Porter," she said. And then she frowned before asking the obvious questions. "How do you look so beautiful and still look like a man?"
Sidney spoke softly when he responded saying, "Well you know I always had another side to me. I decided to own my truth and present myself to the world the way I feel inside. I'm a man, but I'm effeminate.
The part that he'd left out about his truth was that while he presented as a pretty male in his human, his wolf was female.
"I never thought about that. I always thought you could possibly, you know, be gay." said Maya
"No, I was never gay," responded Sidney. "Its more complicated than that. In fact I didn't know who I was until I got the nerve to experiment with the presentation of myself."
"Ok, I guess I can understand that," said Maya. She then let her eyes roam over Sidney from head to toe again before saying, "I'll give it to you, you're a nice looking man that anybody could be attracted to. But how have you stayed so young while the rest of us look like old folks?"
Before he answered, Sidney subtly glanced to his left and right before leaning in a little closer to Maya. Having already scented werewolf musk on her, he decided to tell her the truth. "You remember how I used to make my dick grow big like you liked it when we had sex right? Well um, I know you're not going to believe me, but the reason I was able to do that was because I'm a werewolf."
"What?" asked Maya, with a confused look on her face. "What are you talking about?" She was gazing into Sidneys eyes now as though he was nuts.
"You remember those rumours that were going around when we were in highschool don't you?" asked Sidney. "You know the talk about the Harris family being werewolves."
