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It was late and Leigh was walking home from yet another failed attempt to break into modelling. What was she doing wrong she wondered? She know she was good looking and had a body that men wanted to fondle, to say the least. The only things she could think of was that she would not do nude modelling nor "bed" the director.Leigh - transgender transsexual cross dresser crossdresser bondage pictures stories fiction story

She was so lost in her thoughts she did realise that she had wandered from her usual route home and was now outside the town's cemetery. Not a sensible place for a beautiful young woman at this time of night to be.

"Look out!" the cry startled Leigh out of her thoughts just in time to look up to see this large dog, this VERY large dog bearing down on her! The next thing she knew was she was on the ground, bleeding from several scratches caused by the dog's sharp claws as it knocked her down. The dog disappeared into the dark night and she was left lying there.

Her blue satin dress, which was brief to say the least before this, was even briefer now as the dog's claws had shredded much of it in passing, leaving more of Leigh's flesh exposed than she preferred.

 

Laying there, stunned, her dress rucked up exposing her white nylon panties, her tights laddered and torn, the man who had called out appeared from the darkness. He reached down and offered her his hand. Grasping it, she was pulled effortlessly to her feet.

Leigh looked up at the stranger, and up. Boy, was he tall. She crossed her arms in front of her ample breasts for the damage to her dress was such that her lacy white bra was peeking though the tears. He seemed to know what to do. Without a word, his coat was off and seconds later, it was draped over her shoulders, covering her embarassment and some of the damage.

"I'm sorry, Helen and I usually have this area to ourselves whilst out excercising, especially at this time of night. I suggest that we go to my humble abode, just across the road here, where we can see to your cuts and get you some new clothing."

Normally Leigh would not consider going anywhere with a strange man, especially one she had just met beside a cemetery after being attacked by his dog, but somehow, she knew that it was safe to do so and that she would come to no harm.

"I'm sorry, who's Helen? And just who are you?" she murmered, still dazed from the attack and perhaps something else.

"My apologies, Helen is my, erm, dog that, erm, knocked you down. She'll meet us at the house shortly, but don't worry, she will behave. Oh, and my name is Lucien. Now, please come and we will see to your wounds." So saying, he offered Leigh his arm and together they walked across the road to his "humble abode". That is, if a gothic four-storey mansion with what must have been four or five acres of land could ever be considered "humble".

As Lucien had promised, the dog was waiting outside the door for them. Also as promised, she behaved herself, but as she turned to lead them up the steps to the door, Leigh could have sworn she could see a large male organ between the dog's legs. Weird or what for a dog called Helen?

Lucien opened the door and lead Leigh into the kitchen saying as he did, "Helen, go upstairs and get some clothes for Leigh please. Also bring the first aid kit back with you. Thanks my love".

Helen's claws made a scratching patter as she run up the stairs like a racing greyhound and before Leigh and Luicen made it into the kitchen, the sounds had faded away. Lucien sat Leigh down in a wonderful armchair in front of a roaring fire and started to brew a flagon of tea.

Leigh looked around the kitchen, it was large and looked old but it was clean and obviously well cared for. The fireplace was incredible, it must have been at least six foot wide and as high if not higher. The fire was warming and when it came, so was the tea. Luicen sat down in the chair opposite Leigh, who still had his coat around her.

"Leigh, I must apologise for Helen, she will be most distraught about having caused you harm and she will probably apologise over and over whilst she treats your wounds."

Leigh was confused, and it was not all down to the attack now. How was that dog going to treat her wounds, lick them? YUK! And just how did this guy know her name, she was positive that she hadn't given it to him, though things were still a little blurry.

Just then, a beautiful leggy blonde walked into the kitchen, she was wearing a purple satin halter top, stretched taut across her breasts, with a pleated black and white checkered mini skirt, flared out over her hips and pert bottom. Black opaque tights and a pair of purple snakeskin effect calf boots with two inch heels completed the picture. Over her arm was a similar outfit, but the top was gold, and the skirt red and black check. She also had a first aid kit in her hand.

"Ah, here's Helen, she'll look after your cuts and make sure you are all right. She's also brought a change of clothes for you as promised. I'll leave you two girls together to make the repairs as it were." Then, with a peck on Helen's cheek, he was gone.

"Helen? He calls his dog the same name as you? His wife, girlfriend, what?" Leigh was really confused now.

"Er, yes, we have the same name but it doesn't get too confusing and we are just good friends. I hope that we too can be friends and I'm really sorry I, er, the dog scratched you so badly. Slip Lucien's coat and your dress off and I'll see about cleaning up your cuts."


Half an hour later, Helen took Leigh though to the study to talk with Lucien. By now, Leigh had been cleaned up and was wearing Helen's outfit. Being a size larger than Helen, the gold top was stretched even tighter than Helen's purple one but at least Leigh felt clean and decently dressed now. The two girls had become quite chatty during the nursing and Leigh knew that she was safe here in Lucien's home.

"So, you two have being getting along okay then? How do you feel Leigh, hmm?" Luicen asked.

"Oh yes thanks, Helen is so like the sister I always imagined I would like if my parents had lived. Now, why did I tell you that? And for that matter, just HOW do you know my name? I'm sure I never told you it, and you never asked!"

"Well, I could say that I looked in your purse, but I didn't. You see I am, shall we say, gifted with the ability to know a person should I touch them."

"Touch?" Leigh wondered aloud.

"Yes, hold their hand for example, or pull them up from where they fell, or were knocked down?" Helen blushed at this last remark.

"Now, I have a little disturbing news for you, but I think you are strong enough to take it and being here in this house will help you too. The dog you where knocked down by, the one I called Helen, is well, Helen."

"Yeah right, what does he take me for He......" Leigh's voice trailed off as she turned to Helen only to see her settling down on to her haunches, already covered in long grey hair, her face changing to that of a dog, or wolf or something. The thing looked really silly for it was still wearing Helen's clothes, even if they no longer fit very well! Then, once Helen had seen that Leigh had seen her "en Lupine" as it where, she changed back. Standing up from the floor, back on to two legs, the grey hair disappearing as fast as it had appeared, her face and blonde hair re-emerging from the wolf's muzzle. A few twists and her clothes where back in place though she would have to throw the tights away later as her claws had torn two gaping holes in their toes.

"Oh shit" Leigh felt faint but before she could pass out, she felt a pair of strong arms support her and guide her to a chair. Lucien passed her a brandy.

"Drink, I think you need this! Now, that's the disturbing news, Helen is a werewolf, and the bad news is, she scratched you, and you are a werewolf too." Lucien went on.

Helen interrupted him "I think it is only fair that you tell her the good news and the REALLY BAD News as well Lucien"

"There's good news to all this? Go on, tell me it all, and what's the really BAD news then?" Leigh said, sinking deeper into the chair for comfort.

"Well, being a werewolf does mean that you will be able to succeed in anything you set your mind to. I do not know the exact reason or science, if any, behind this, but if you wish to be a model, then you will be one of the top models in the country. I know you are on your own and have no real friends. Also that you live in lodgings, you are welcome to stay here with us, you could probably use the friendship of those of us who know the live you will now need to live. I think you will find that you belong here and that you have found your way home at last."

"Okay, so that's the good news? Yes, what's the BAD news!"

"Have another drink first," so saying he filled up her brandy glass. "The bad news is that you change sex whilst you are a werewolf. Hence you did see a male member on Helen, and you will have one too. Me, I become a female werewolf...... Pregnacies are a bitch!"

The end, for now

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