Jerry awoke leaning up against the foyer wall of his apartment. His door was shut, but not locked. Glancing at his watch, he’d been unconscious for about an hour. Feeling groggy, he ran his palm against the sore windpipe where Heather had gripped him up. The unmistakable feeling of moisture greeted his hand. Looking down, Jerry could see traces of a shallow pool of crimson coating the skin beneath. Heather had squeezed so tightly that her long nails had left a deep impression indeed.

Staggering as he stood upright, Jerry replayed the interrogation scene over and over again in his mind. Had he caved to Heather’s questioning? Did he tell her where the book had gotten to? His memory was fuzzy at best. Jerry had to admit that his talking under that kind of duress was a distinct possibility. Under the circumstances, it would be best to call Aaron and Emily.

The generic calypso ring tone of an I-phone broke the stunned silence between Aaron and Emily. The screen read ‘Jerry.’

“Hello?” I said in a non-challant tone before being cut off by a frantic sounding Jerry.

“They came by my place. Asking questions… the book. I didn’t want to tell them. I tried to…” Jerry sputtered on his end of the phone.

“Whoa hey calm down Jerry.” I said in as soothing a tone as I could muster. Brief eye contact with Emily betrayed my concern. She leaned in with an inquisitive expression on her face as I switched the call over to speaker phone. “Who came over? What did they want?”

Jerry took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. “It was Heather. And Vanessa too. Both of them came over here earlier. They wanted to know what happened to the book, the one I gave you and Em. “ He paused briefly before continuing. “Heather is strong; she had me against the wall, by the throat. Thing is, I don’t know if I told them anything. I blacked out. Aaron, I’m so sorry, but she was going to kill me. I could tell.”

I let the information sink in. “Hey it’s not your fault man. We’ll play it safe and assume they know. How long ago did they leave?” Emily’s eyes were wide as saucers, and I suppose mine were too.

“I think I was out for an hour give or take a few minutes.” Jerry replied.

Emily inhaled sharply as her look became decidedly more concerned. “They should be here by now… Unless they went to my place first.” she said worriedly. “No matter. I know a safe place we can go, but we’ll have to move fast.”

I nodded in agreement. “Thanks Jerry, I don’t think that you have any more reason to worry, but be on guard. I doubt they’ll come back, but be prepared to defend yourself just in case.”

Gripping a baseball bat on his end of the line, Jerry nodded as he said, “She took me by surprise last time, but if they come back, they won’t get a warm reception. You two better get going, it’s probably best if I don’t know where.”

Hanging up the phone, I turned to Emily. “What I don’t understand is why? Why would she want to turn me, only to kill me later on? It makes no sense!” My tone was more anger than concern.

“The answers you seek are in the book. I should have known Jerry was in danger too, but I didn’t think Heather would be so ruthless.” Emily said, a hint of guilt coming through in her voice. “The important thing is, he’s OK… and so are we for now. I’ve got a place where we can lay low for a while and figure this all out.”

I nodded in agreement as I stood.

“Oh and Aaron, you might want to bring those along. You’ll probably need them soon.” Emily pointed at the set of girl clothes beside where I had been sitting as she winked.

“Shouldn’t we at least search the place?” Vanessa asked. “After all, we went through the trouble of letting ourselves in.” Even Vanessa had to admit she was impressed by Heather’s lock-picking skills.

“There’s no point. If she isn’t here, neither is the book.” Heather said dejectedly.

“Well then let’s go to Aaron’s place. That’s probably where they are. The book too.” Vanessa asserted.

“If they were there, they’re long gone by now.” Heather said as she thoughtfully stroked her chin. “No doubt Jerry’s come around by now too, and warned them. I’ve known Emily a long time now, and believe me when I say; you won’t find her when she doesn’t want to be found…”

Vanessa wore a frustrated expression. “So we don’t know where they are, or what they know. And the longer they have the book, the more time they have to uncover the higher secrets. I hate to say it Heather, but maybe we should have… you know” she motioned her index finger across her throat, “when we had the chance with Jerry.” Throwing her arms up, she asked the cliché question so common in hopeless situations. “What are we going to do Heather?”

A cold sneer graced Heather’s lips. “Killing Jerry wouldn’t have solved anything. But he had to believe we would do it. Besides, what we did to him was much more effective.” She was on a roll. “And you’re right, we don’t know where they are now, but if we play our cards right, we can force their next move…”

The car eased to a halt at a red light. The shiny Jaguar sedan stood out amongst the dilapidated surroundings. Outside on the sidewalk, 20-something women in skimpy clothing circled on the corner, prostitutes on the prowl. I quieted ‘Erin’s’ voice as she began to criticize their fashion choices. Even with the danger, my urge to change into Erin was still mightily strong.

Emily smirked as she saw me checking out the street meat. “See anything you like? I got cash!” She said with a chuckle. “Or maybe the girl in you just wants to pop out and show these skanks what a real woman looks like.” She said semi-seriously.

I laughed it off before changing the subject. “So where are you taking me?” I said gesturing to the destitution around us. “I might have taken my chances with Heather if I knew your hide-out was in Cracktown.” I said jokingly.

“It’s not much further.” Emily said, realizing how un-reassuring that had to sound. “I own a building a few blocks from here, nothing fancy but it’s near the college and pretty safe. Last place a couple of were’s would look for us is in a neighborhood like this.”

“Dang girl, you’ve got layers!” I said, noticing how girly it sounded as the words slipped out. “Savvy investor, day-walker werewoman and now we can add slumlord to that list. Anything else I should know about you?” I jested, trying to make light of our situation.

Emily grinned. “No, you got me in your sights. I’ve actually never brought anyone here, and since I own the property through an intermediary they can’t trace us. The garage is underground, and you need a remote to get in. There’ll be no sign of us, even if they do drive right by the building.”

A few moments later we were there.

Kevin stood outside his girlfriend’s room, knocking as he pleaded with her. “Come on babe, I didn’t mean it. You know I only have eyes for you.” He paused to let her answer, but none came. The silent treatment. Wheeling around in frustration, he made for the elevator. Hitting the call button, he resolved to call Kelly back tomorrow after she’d cooled down.

When the doors to the elevator parted, Kevin saw a man he recognized step out. It was his new boss, Aaron. He was with a knockout of a woman too. Kevin was about to approach as Aaron made his way past, but suddenly the door down the hall flew open, and Kelly appeared.

“Oh Kevy! You know I can’t stay mad at you. Come here.” Kelly grinned as he approached; knowing she’d made her point

The apartment was modest but cozy. A 1 bedroom floor plan with high ceilings and modest furnishings, all covered by a thin layer of dust. Emily gave a quick tour. Foyer, kitchen, living room, dining area, bathroom and last but not least bedroom. Strolling to the window, I parted the blackout curtains and beheld the half full moon. I’d managed to quiet ‘Erin’ on the way over, but the sight of white half circle set against a black background seemed to embolden her anew. I could feel Emily approach from behind me, her delicate fingers clasping together as she wrapped her hands around my waist.

“Faces East.” Emily half-whispered into my ear. “It’s beautiful during a full moon. I used to come here a lot after first being turned. It was my sanctuary when I was learning to cope with being a werewoman.”

Emily tightened her grip and I felt her massive breasts pressing into my back. I sighed deeply. “It’s perfect.” I said, placing my hands atop of hers. Gently, she spun me around and we made eye contact. She leaned forward and our lips met. Our tongues swirled about, intertwining in a slow and sensual dance that made my heart flutter.

As our lips parted and our eyes met, Emily smiled. “You know, you can do it if you want to." She said, placing her head on my shoulder.

‘Erin’ was practically shouting now. “I don’t know Em. When the moon is full, it’s one thing. But tonight…” I trailed off.

Emily gave a sympathetic look. “Being what we are… it can be scary. Believe me, I know. But I’m here for you Aaron. And I know what it’s like. You want to change, I can sense it. It’s OK to want it. Go ahead, give into the urges. Let her out.”

As she gently stroked my arms, I could feel my body temperature spiking. She was right; some part of me wanted nothing more than to give into ‘Erin.’

“That’s it. Change for me Aaron.” Emily guided me to the bed, undressing me as we went. “I used to lay on this very bed as the change took me.” She was undressing herself now. Taking my hands and guiding them towards her heaving breasts. "It was always such a turn on, ya know?"

"MmmHmm." I nodded. Feeling the smooth, warm globes of soft flesh yield to my gentle squeeze made my eyes roll back in my head. I was rock hard now, but less at the thought of taking Emily in the conventional sense. It was the prospect of joining her in womanhood that had my pulse racing. “It’s close…” I said, throwing my head back as Emily straddled me and pinned me to the mattress beneath.

“Good.” She said, leaning in for a kiss.

My skin began to tingle as our lips locked. Mine plumped against hers ever so slightly. When our mouths parted, a nest of butterflies took wing in my stomach. I tensed up briefly in response as Emily lowered herself onto my manhood. The sensation of her walls, smooth as a baby seal’s coat, enveloped my manhood as the transformation began to wrack my body.

I could feel myself shrinking as Emily bobbed up and down, slowly and rhythmically. All the while, my facial features slowly rearranged themselves. My change came in fits and starts tonight, I guessed the lack of full moon slowed it down a bit. The brief lull continued as Emily gyrated on top of me. It was bliss when another spasm of change hit me hard. I wanted t now, with every fiber of my being.

Goosebumps dotted my flesh as my body hair retreated into the follicle, leaving in its wake soft, smooth feminine skin. My member throbbed as I beheld Emily’s breasts bouncing wildly, riding on despite my shrinking manhood. Soon, she was grinding herself against my gradually forming womanhood. As it took shape, dewy moisture materialized almost instantly, coating the walls and gracing the lips, glistening on the surface of my inner thighs.

For a moment, the changes abated once more. I squirmed in pleasure beneath Emily, as she reached down to gently massage my nipples. Gasping in surprise at the sensation it provided seemed to bring on another fit of changes. My hips were splaying outward as my nipples increased in diameter, poking out as Emily rolled her thumbs around and over them. The nerve endings on the blossoming pink nubs seemed to be connected directly to my clit.

“Looks like its titty time, Erin.” Emily cooed with delight.

She was right. As the surrounding flesh began to cone up, I barely stifled a moan. Emily continued on, gently massaging the blossoming lumps on my chest. Suddenly, I felt myself thrust upwards from beneath her. Extra cushion was being added to my rear as my hips finished flaring out. Gasping as my waist cinched in, the tingle in my chest redoubled. Beneath Emily's busy hands, my conical breasts pushed ever upwards. Filling in as they went, they began to droop ever so sightly due to their size. Soon, I was looking down at the all to familiar site of my double D's.

As quickly as it all began, the tingle faded leaving two heavily aroused women in a bed.