The heat of fierce blushing rises up as I squat into a curl on the ground, out in reality. My forehead presses into the wall of the entryway as I hold in a weird scream. Because while I don’t mind so much that I’m heard taking any hard stances with the Alpha...
My forehead lifts and bangs into the wall once, pretty lightly.
"I clearly flirted so boldly a few times, didn’t I? Why can I do that with anyone else in public, or even with her while caught up in the moment alone... but feel like this when I think of someone else knowing?"
Rising up to my feet in one burst, I turn away from the door and go for snacks before I leave. It’s probably a good thing. This metabolism I seem to have. As well as the lack of servants to poke at all my soft places and point out any slight pudge forming.
Because I no doubt would have gained significant weight in just these few weeks, if I were really still that same Fox Princess.
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Following the shortest jogging route I could plan on the maps she provided me, I end up saving no time despite blazing past a few others this afternoon. In that regard, it was still useful.
I was able to see that what works as a gentle pace for me is not the same for a human... I was practically keeping up with the ones that were actually running according to their strides and breath patterns.
By the end of the first trip, I was not winded at all. That’s why on the return, I tried keeping Vrika from helping me with what had so rapidly become second nature to it after learning my method.
Any time my intention leaned towards the need for physical activity, my wolf had started the partial shift of musculature underneath what was visible. But I wanted to see just how different the base werewolf body was from everyone else this time.
The answer was... not all that much. Without whatever exactly shifts and tightens around my ribcage and from the pectorals to my shoulders which seemed to better, for lack of a better word, ’solidify’ my breast tissue...
I stopped running after only a couple minutes of awkward wobble. Breathing out heavy, wincing breaths. From this I realize immediately...
> If I had been unable to use my knowledge of shifting from my world and the hybrid form of this one didn’t create such weird effects when readying the transformation as I know how, there is a good chance I would have been royally ’screwed’. Probably marked for my safety in her ranks. Probably viciously upset about it. Would have gotten up to constant petty revenge and passive - as well as openly - aggressive behavior whenever she was near. A conspiracy, is it? The moment I closed my eyes and started to count tasty sheep... I suppose too far for most would be... perhaps what they call ’lingerie’? I guess I wouldn’t hold it against her personally, but it does seem mildly odd that I would wear what someone else’s preference finds sexy. Of course, that’s no different from modeling work, is it? <
The last was a long message that came in first. From a CEO that probably has more important things to do than think of such convoluted plans!