Werewoman: Part 5

So the poll ended...50/50!  LOL  That didn't help one bit.  Read ahead to see what I settled on doing with that result.  😄

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As I enter our haunt I spot the boys right where I left them, at our usual pool table in the far corner.  My heart is beating at double time as I continue to internally debate what exactly I was about to do here.  Was I really about to proposition my own guy friends for sex?  I didn’t know, in my current body, whether it was straight or gay but I did know it was incredibly weird.  I wasn’t even sure if I could overcome my own hang ups, though I wasn’t afraid to try.  At heart my motivations were pure though even if my intentions were lewd.  Like any true friend I wanted to share my good fortune.  In this smokin hot bod I could easily have my pick of men, why not let it be them?  With the exception of Danny I knew damn well it had been awhile since they each got laid.  And I also knew none of them would normally have a hope in hell of getting with someone as hot as this.  My mind may have been torn but my pussy screamed GO GET’EM TIGER!  Letting my clit have the deciding vote I begin the walk across the crowded pub.

I could FEEL eyes on me from everywhere as I went.  Despite my odd ensemble of a baggy sweater, torn jeans that were too loose in the calves and too tight in the ass, and ill fitting flip flops this body could make a garbage bag look good.  Statuesque as I was for a woman I had maintained most of my height which helped a lot when finding clothes to wear.  With my long hair worn loose I was able to manage a cool and casual style, like a woman confident enough not to have to rely on makeup or fashion to look sexy, even if it did look a bit off.  My fellow ladies surely noticed the odd choice of dress, some of them even jealously sneering at me, but none of the guys seemed to care one bit.  The fact I was quite clearly not wearing a bra certainly helped to draw eyes too.  I peek left and right to see that nearly every guy in the place had a bead on me.  Straight ahead I see Danny spot me and point me out to the others with a quick nudge of his chin.  To see my friends look at me with amorous interest was…odd, to say the least.

I am almost there when a burly fratboy sways into my path.  “Are you a parking ticket?  Because you got fine written all over you.”  He leers, his bleary eyes looking me up and down.  “Damn girl!”

“Piss off.”  I go to move past him but he moves to intercept.

“Come on baby, why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

“I said piss off.”  I push at his chest…he doesn’t budge.

He laughs and looms large.  For the first time I find myself wishing I had the size and strength of my male form.  Not that he would try anything here, but if we were on our own this big bastard could do anything he wanted to me.  Shit…that was a scary fucking thought!  I don’t have to dwell on it long, thankfully.

“The lady said piss off, pissant.”  A big meaty hand slaps down on the dude’s shoulder from someone behind.  He turns, ready to protest until he finds himself eye to neck with William.  Slowly he looks up into the stern eyes of the man mountain I was blessed to call my best friend.  William, stone cold sober, narrows his eyes as if daring the guy to try something.  Back at the table Danny, Ernest, and Harry stood ready in case shit kicked off.

“Hah!”  The guy scoffs, but immediately backs down.  “I was just talking.”  Without another word he melts back into the pack and disappears for another area of the bar.

“Uh…”  I look up William.

With a gentlemanly smile and a nod he turns and begins to head back to the boys.  Instinctually my cunny actually twitches at his gallantry and his warm smile.  I reach out and touch his arm.  “Wait.”

“Mmm?”  He looks back over his shoulder.

“Uh…”  I look around to each of them.  “…um…you boys mind if I join you?”

There is a moment of surprised silence before Danny pipes up.  “Hell no!”  He reaches out and grabs a chair from a nearby table and slides it up to theirs.  “Grab a cue.”  Without even asking he starts to pull the balls from the pocket to rack up for a new game.

“Hey.”  Ernest mutters.  “We were winning.”

Danny flashes him an annoyed glare, just for an instant.  “You win, alright?”  He looks to me with a suave smile.  “It’s cool.”

It was pretty damned funny watching Danny snap into womanizer mode.  Ernest’s downward stare spoke to how intimidated he was right now while Harry openly ogled me with a creepy grin and a nod.  William rolls his eyes at his friends and chuckles.  “Come on then.”

I sidle up next to him and whisper so that only he could hear me.  “William, it’s me Alex.  This is why I wasn’t feeling good earlier.  I’m a woman now.”

He stops in his tracks and looks down at me, amused and confused in equal measure.  “What?”

I just shoot him a wink and continue on.  “Hello boys.”  I croon and hold out my elegant right hand in an overly dainty way.  “My name is Alexis.”

Ernest just nods at me.  Harry boldly introduces himself and shakes my hand like we were completing a deal.  And Danny hams it up a bit by taking my hand and giving it a smooch as he gazes straight into my eyes.  I had to stop myself from laughing, which comes across to him as me blushing at his flattery.  His smug grin tells me that he thinks he was already on his way to first base.  Which he was, but not because of his charm.  All of them, though they tried to hide it, cannot help but to check out my hour glass figure and swaying bra-less bosom.

William comes up beside me looking at me with a serious scowl and says in a low voice.  “Hey, how did you know that Alex wasn’t feeling…?”

I look up and stare deeply into his eyes.  “Shhhh.”  I whisper.

I wasn’t about to lie to William, we’d been through way too much together not to tell him the truth.  The others however were fair game in my books.  And truthfully, had they known who I was, I wasn’t sure anything could happen tonight.  The awkwardness would likely be too much to bear, even with me looking like this.  They didn’t need to know I was in here.  Not tonight or ever.  Just as Candace had been my mystery woman I would be theirs.

On the unusual walk over here I had thought about it, unusual because I had to get used to walking with the weight of my big tits pulling me forward, the new side to side sway of my hips, and the fact that I had no balls rubbing between my inner thighs.  Under the light of the wondrous full moon I decided I couldn’t be open about this thing that just happened..  If my condition became general knowledge who knows what might happen to me.  Experiments by government scientists?  Kidnapping by those after my gift?  Maybe even being hunted by some werewoman secret society?  All of the above?  Who knows.  There was sure to be a reason why it had remained a secret this long and I didn’t want to be the one to spill it.  One thing that was certain was that I would never have a normal life again if my real identity was confirmed.

“I’ll sit the first one out.”  Says William as he fades back and pulls out his phone.

I smirk as I feel the buzz in my pocket.  Pulling the phone out I giggle as William’s eyes widen.  On the screen was a text message.  “Real funny asshole.  Who is the chick?”

I text back.  “Me, myself, and I.”  And pocket the phone once more.

He shakes his head as he sees the reply come up on his screen.  He wasn’t convinced, obviously, but I do notice the glint of recognition as he looks over the now familiar clothes of my outfit once more.  

For the next hour we have grand old time.  With a gorgeous woman in the mix all of their personalities change than when it was just the boys.  Danny was shamelessly flirtatious and I tease with hints that it might lead somewhere.  Ernest was shy and blushing like I’d never seen but I draw him out of his shell with gentle authority and feminine kindness.  And the braggart Harold bragged twice as much as usual and I respond with just the right mix of dubious retorts and acting impressed.  All the while William watches and listens and wonders what was really happening here.  Every few minutes I would drop a little nugget for him, vaguely insinuating or talking around things only he and I would know.  The others, half in their cups, miss the subtle references but I could see William was catching every one.

I play the helpless maiden, pretending to be clueless on how to play eight ball, just to watch them fawn over me.  They give advice and get in close to “teach” me certain shots and even let me retake missed shots, then they would marvel when I would sprinkle in some legitimate skills at the most surprising times.  The whole dynamic is different than when Alex was here but as Alexis I have just as much fun laughing and joking and talking with my friends.  They already lusted for my body but as the time passed they came to love the fact that I could give as good as I took and hang with boys in the banter department.  As the only woman here it was a genuine blast being in the driver’s seat of the sexual dynamic going on between us.  The three of them danced for me like puppets on strings.  Needless to say I don’t have buy a single drink.  After the hour though I was ready for more.  I wanted to take this party on the road.

Hanging up my cue I quip.  “Well, it’s getting late boys.  Your place or mine?”

There is a moment of stunned silence…followed by uproarious laughter.

I laugh along with them.  Then, when the chuckles finally settle, I say with a saucy smile.  “So seriously?  Y’all wanna bang or what?”

Part 6