Filth. Her couch cushion was being sat upon by a dusty, dirty man she had only just met. One she had formerly thought was an ordinary dog. Dirty and a stray, but still just a lost dog. She had never thought to suspect anything beyond the usual. Well. Perhaps she'd refrain from rescuing strays from now on until she was at least comfortable with even the idea that she'd wake up to a tall stranger in her room. That had morphed from a dog. She felt an exasperated huff leave her. What a day already this was going to be. She watched him relax into the cushion and could feel herself growing agitated at just how easily he seemed to take ownership of it. At the mention of taking over the shower, an internal shudder passed through her. With an annoyed flick of her tail, she tried to set her mind on the more pressing problem.
It was much easier to keep her thoughts on what she should now that she was indoors. But what would bring her back? Something human... She was not sure where to go with his suggestions. Trying the human feelings, she tried to coax her half feline half human mind to turn over and remember whats he thought would be exclusively human ones. Joy, hope, happiness, regret....none of those seemed to tug at her in any way. But what was it supposed to feel like? The desire to be human once more? Not jut a feeling for her then?
At the mention of memory, she tried to turn her mind to those. Oh. Maybe..that...? She felt her spine contract and snap along its vertebra. Fur covered dark legs seemed to turn into jelly beneath her...hot, burning fire jolted along them as they lengthened. Every hair receding felt like nails being driven savagely back into the skin. A rough yowl escaped her jaws even as fang and carnassial shrunk down into human molars once more, throat swelling with vocal chords more human like then before. Pain flashed across her eyes as slits returned to ovals and the early morning dimmed as she lost her superior night vision. The whole transformation was silent to onlookers,yet her ears were filled with the snaps and pops of bone and tendon sliding into human sockets and hinges. The rushing of blood pounding from her heart pounding hard. The ordeal was over in a few moments, but left the young woman that emerged from it curled in on herself, hugging her knees to her chin. She could feel human ribs rising and falling quickly with ragged breaths, dark and long human hair now falling forward to cover her sniffling face.
Everything now felt...distinctly human. The feline entity so strong before was now quiet, present but reserved. If she concentrated on it, she would almost say it was murmuring softly, as if it had been reluctant to leave. Drawing in a deep breath that hitched repeatedly, she kept her eyes tightly closed. She could feel the air conditioning blow across her skin, pebbling the skin at the temperature difference between bare and furred. Somehow she realized that she was naked and for a moment was aghast and terrified. It lasted a mere second. If he had wanted to anything insidious he would have already, she realized. All he had to do was take advantage of her the moment she began shifting back into human form, or as soon as it had been completed. Even so, she curled more tightly in on herself. She had never felt so... at a loss, vulnerable, or ignorant of how to proceed.
"Help me." It was a rough whisper from a strained body and mind. It escaped before she could hold it back. A small part of her was not ashamed of it. It was a small gesture, but the larger part of herself was furious at having done so, at having revealed it. Slowly opening her eyes, she peered over her knees and through her dark hair at the man before her.