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My first change

The day I found out I actually was a changer, might have been one of the most exciting times in my live. Not only was I told, that as a changer, I was able to transform into nearly everything I could imagine, but I also got to know the most influential person to me. Sibelius might have been one of the oldest changers out there, but since he had - unlike me - no human side, he was just a shade lurking around.

This had some perks, though. Having no physically stable body, he never aged and the only thing that would actually be able to kill him, would be forcing him into a rigid body, while exposing him to extreme lights. This had the disadvantage, that I rarely saw him during daylight at first. He hated the sun so much at first and it took me a couple of months to lure him out to explore the mansion's estate. I convinced him by telling him, that shades of the forest trees would protect him more than enough.

My first transformation, however, was in complete darkness. I was never able to see the final body I had taken, but I would never forget the feel of myself shaping into my absolute favorite animal: The wolf.

Sibelius had stated, that I should just try it out, even though there was a high chance, that my changer self would be suppressed by the human inside me. My mother and my grandparents had never been able to change themselves into anything else but humans, despite having less human fractions in them. Maybe they didn't try hard enough...

Frankly, I have to give this credit to Sibelius, who had taken a mighty interest in my transforming abilities. He later told me, that he felt very lonely before, being one of the last full changers left. He never had anyone he could go on wolf hunting or enjoy an owl flight with. He admitted, that there had been only little chance for me to become his shapeshifting buddy, but he said, that he would have taken every chance, there was.

Luckily, his instructions were all I needed to become this nightly huntress I adored.

"Picture your desired form with your inner eye", Sibelius' voice whispered, "It has to be as detailed as you can get it. Imagine every hair, every muscle, that will become you. Don't focus too hard on the looks, though. It is more about the feeling."

He silenced to let me concentrate on my task. Picturing the wolf bitch, I closed my eyes. It was unnecessary, the room was pitch black anyways. I thought about her fur waving in the wind, her intelligent eyes scanning the darkness, I brought myself to the feeling of going on all fours, fawning my tail.

"Submit to your fantasy", Sibelius commanded, "Become the wolf, before you actually shape."

As he told me, I shut down my logic thinking and embraced the primal state of being a wolf and with that came the feeling of awkwardness. A wolf wasn't supposed to wear anything. So I lifted my summer dress up, reveling my undergarments. First, there was a short burst of shame flashing through me: What about Sibelius, he might think, I was mad... But soon enough I recognized the silliness behind it, as in this room, there was no way of him seeing me. Also I felt without the cotton smoothing around my body, the wolf me was getting closer.

So I proceeded taking off my clothes and untied my shoelaces. Carefully I put the sneakers aside and stuffed the socks in them. Now I was left barefooted in the darkness, with only my panties and bra on. I took a deep breath an unclipped the bra and let it fall to the floor, then I slid my thumbs under the waistband of the panties. Slowly, I pushed them down, until they fell to the rest of my clothes.

My wolf bitch was supposed to be on all fours, so this was logically the next step. I leaned forward and fell on my hands. They smacked hard on the floor, echoing in the room. It felt wrong to stay like this, but I knew, that this was the right way.

Now was the time to become the wolf. With all the persuasion I could muster, I imagined myself with fur, running around in the woods. And so it started. Tiny little hair started to sprout in my face. It felt like a tickle flushing over my skin. It started at areas, that already had hair, meaning that my eyebrows started to thicken. Then it spread rapidly over the whole head. My long, black mane, retracted a little bit back into me.

But then my whole body flushed in a sudden outbreak of the fur everywhere. It was so sudden, that I gasped surprised into the warm air. Within the next ten seconds I must have looked like an ape with extremely fluffy fur.

It took a while, until I found myself accustomed to this. With newly grown whiskers on my cheek, I was able to register every breeze in the previously dulled room.

"This is awesome", I said.

"It works?", Sibelius asked, his voice trembling in excitement.

My next step was to get me some paws. Wolfs had four toes with claws and the remainder of the thumb sticking a little bit higher. I knew that, but how could I feel it? I stood on my tiptoes and sustained my front on only my fingers. I also tried to keep my thumbs and big toes out of this balance act. It was hard, because I had to convince myself, that this was the natural way to stand.

My legs crumbled first. The feeling of having no thumb to sustain my stand, wasn't as alien there. My feet elongated and I developed leathery walking pads in my remaining toes. Also there were the claws, that shaped from my foot nails. My paws began to shrink, too, but they remained as strong as they were before, having no trouble with my weight. The transformation now spread upwards, changing my legs into slender running machines.

With my hind legs as a perfect reference, my fingers now changed as well. My thumbs became pretty much useless. As my hand bone got longer, it retracted back to a little, black bump. My other fingers shortened as well and got the same claws and leathery pads as my hind. My hind legs also got shorter, allowing me to level my front and hind. With some creaking cracks, my hips realigned and also my shoulders narrowed and stiffened. My previous complaints about the uncomfortable four leg stand, now turned into a natural act.

My tailbone elongated, forming a tail to allow further balance for my new walk style. The only thing human was now my furred head, that I held up in a very painful position. With a loud snap, though, this position locked in, allowing me to look forward without any neck pain. I now had to become the full wolf, meaning that I had to make this last part count. Sibelius had told me, that the head was the most challenging part.

"It messes with your brain", he had warned me.

So I focused again, trying to feel fully wolfish. The first thing coming to my mind, were the adjustable ears. They would allow me better tracking and would make sure I would never miss another wolf's call. First, my human ears had to wander, traveling up my skull to the top of my head. Next the ear conch had to become bigger, much bigger. After all, my hearing would be the most important sense, after smelling of course. And last I had to grow the muscles to direct my ears.

With the sense of hearing out of the way, the next thing was the smelling part. My human nose was an affront compared to the slightly wet master snout of a canine. I took the chance and changed my whole skull with this, forming the long jaws of a true wolf. With that my teeth became pointed, fitting for the only true canine diet: meat. And then my nose turned and it was a revelation. You know, a human might be able to smell, but only a wolf is a true connoisseur.

The room had seemed neutral up to that point. But now, I smelled Sibelius taking on his human form. I smelled the stone floor, the old wallpaper and the glue sticking it to the plastering. I found the smell of my fur astonishing and I even sensed a tiny bit of female musk coming from my behind, even though it would take almost two years for me to take advantage of that.

The final change to complete the transformation were my eyes. It was also the least exciting one. Since I was standing in pitch black darkness, there was nothing I could witness. I could not examine the change, wondering how I looked. What a pity! The only thing I could actually say about my new eyes, was there placement much more to sides of my much slenderer skull and the hugeness compared to my own sets of eyes.

"You've completed, didn't you?", Sibelius assumed.

I couldn't speak anymore and only whined at him happily.

He stepped over to me to cuddle my fluffy fur. Happiness rose in my canine body as he touched me. Being a wolf was just awesome...

Over the course of the next month, I mastered the art of changing into animals, trying out everything from mice to elephants. Within half a year I became so good at interpreting other things, that I was able to copy even small traits. Later I even checked out the male gender to see how this felt. And all this experimentation led to a great friendship with Sibelius, who motivated me into taking on more and more challenges, like transforming into mythological creatures.

But nothing changed my transformation routine more, than getting to know the recreational parts of the animals. Two years later, Sibelius and I became a pair, and with the ability to transform, this meant a whole lot of fun in so many shapes.