A Dream Realized ~ A TF Story

    Werewolves have always been a part of my life. Ever since I was little, I’ve always wanted to be one, but I knew they didn’t exist. It’s been a dream, a fantasy that I couldn’t ignore. I can’t remember when I first wanted this, but it was sometime when I was young, around six or seven. I’d dream about them, I’d draw them and write stories about them. I mostly kept them to myself, though. No one wants see a story about werewolves, especially when the werewolves aren’t bloodthirsty monsters like they are in the movies.

    Since I kept it between myself and a few close friends, my parents didn’t know about my obsession. I guess it was for the best though. They wouldn’t have wanted an ‘abnormal’ son anyways.

    I am 24 years old now and in college. Even as I tend to my studies in biology, I can’t ever seem to get werewolves off my mind. My need to become something that doesn’t exist only kept getting stronger every day. Finally, one day, I got my wish.

    It was another late night of studying for the upcoming exams, which I didn’t want to do, but I had to. I sat on my bed, reading over the notes I had typed up on my computer. A headache overcame me, though, as I tried to concentrate. Usually, I just take some ibuprofen and ignore it, but the pain stuck even after I took a few pills.

    “I’ve got to ignore this!” I thought. I kept on reading through the material but concentrating only got harder as the pain got worse. Then, it began to spread all over my body. I couldn’t ignore it now.

    My back then made a loud cracking noise. I yelped in pain. I looked down at my hands and saw long claws extending from my fingertips. I tried to sit up on my bed but I fell to the floor. My bones twisted and cracked, then fur began to sprout on my skin. My face then pushed out into a long muzzle with a big set of sharp, snaggly teeth. Finally, it stopped.

    The pain dissipated from my body. I looked down at my hands and saw big paws, yet they were still hard like in structure with thick paw pads on top. I tried to stand up, but when I did I fell back down. I felt off balance.

    “One more time.” I said. With some effort, I was able to stand up, albeit a bit wobbly. I noticed I had grown taller when I stood up. I looked down at my feet and saw they had morphed into paws as well.

    I walked over the bathroom. I needed to see my new form in the mirror with my own eyes. Was I going crazy? Was it a dream? I was about to find out. I turned on the light and saw my new canine face staring back at me, with bright orange eyes and while fur speckled with gray. I lifted up my lip and took a look at the rows of sharp teeth I had. All neatly packed into my mouth, complete with razor sharp fangs.

    I was excited! My dream had finally come true! After so many years of wishing and praying to God that one day it might happen, it finally did. I began to wag my tail unconsciously. I walked back out into my room and stared out the window and the woods behind my apartment complex. My stomach groaned. I needed to hunt. Suddenly, the I heard the front door to my apartment open.

    “Uh oh. I need to get out of here.” I thought. I opened the latch on the window and jumped down from the second floor of my apartment on to the ground. I scaled the fence effortlessly and roamed began to roam the woods looking for a meal.

    My fantasy came to life that night and I’m grateful for it. Shortly after I went into the woods, I did what I had always wanted to do. I howled loudly at the bright full moon.

    “To the many awesome days to come!” I shouted. Off I went deeper into the woods.