It had taken James some time to fully embrace his were-woman status. It had been six months since he’d been bitten. He’d tried to fight the changes and hide himself away for the three days every month that he transformed and became… “her”.
But the desires eventually won. So now he books himself into a hotel room for a few days each month and allows the changes to happen. She takes control of his body although he is fully aware of all the things she makes him do.
The were-woman looks down on the city below. Waiting for nightfall. So many men down there to feed on. So many unwitting victims.