Leaving Humanity Behind Pt 2

We had decided to go out that day. My work was holding a formal gathering and both of us needed new dresses. It was the first time my coworkers would be meeting her, though they knew I was in a long term relationship with a wonderful woman. I was really surprised when none of them made snide comments or rude remarks about us being two women in love. Having an entirely accepting reaction from everyone is a rare thing in today's world. I just hoped that I could keep my tail hidden, that my mistress would let me hide it. My coworkers may have been accepting of me being a lesbian, but I couldn't imagine how they'd feel if they discovered I had a tail.

I blushed when I thought about it. For this excursion my mistress had let me hide it, but told me she wouldn't let me forever. Before we left the house I stuffed it down my jeans leg. It was actually rather uncomfortable this way. Stuffing it made it bend a weird way, and instead of being able to swing about like it wanted to do it was confined. And sitting was damn near impossible like this. Every time I sat down I sat on it unless I sat just so. And that was hard to do. My mistress had told me that there was a place that sold pants with holes already cut in the back to allow for tails. I was skeptical. I'd been up and down and around this town and never saw any such place. But then again she had grown up here, and obviously had knowledge of things that I didn't. She would prove to me this outting though if such a place existed. It was supposedly the same place she wanted to go to get a dress.

We walked up the main drag and turned down a side street. There was a pet store on the right with several dog toys outside, and a bucket full of free treats for passing dogs. I smiled when an owner stopped to treat his Dachshund to one.

"It's just another block over," my mistress said as she let me down the street. Birds were singing merrily and the bright sun shone down on us warming our skin. Regardless of whether this place really existed it was a nice day for a walk. I closed my eyes for a moment as I walked behind her and just soaked up the sun. I was such a warm weather gal. No Winter for me. "Here we are."

I opened my eyes. The only thing in front of us was a clothing shop I'd seen several times. I think I had even gone in there once or twice. There was nothing different about their clothes. It was the same as any store you'd find in a mall--full of the latest, overpriced fashion trends. "Uh, are you sure this is the right place?"

She didn't bother to answer me. A bell rang when she opened the door and led me inside. The cool air conditioning immediately cooled my skin down, and though for a second it felt good I soon found myself missing the warmth of the sun.

"Nicolette, hi!" My mistress said and quickly embraced the woman who came walking over to her. They air kissed each other's cheeks before Nicolette stepped back to look over my mistress from head to toe as if she were checking her out. I couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that ran through me.

"You look...different," Nicolette said. Usually when people say that they mean it in a good way, but the way Nicolette said it made me think she disapproved.

My mistress gave a small chuckle. "Well, yes. You understand though. This town isn't the most accepting of different people."

"Ah, yes. I understand that all too well," Nicolette waved her hand up and down her own body as if indicating something. "Anyway, what can we do for you today?"

"We're here to shop in the VIP section."

Nicolette looked from my mistress to me and back again. "Wait, you mean?" A smile slowly spread across her face as she looked me over. My mistress only nodded, a smile on her own face. "What is your name?" Nicolette asked as she walked over to me.

"A-Ali," I muttered. I normally wasn't so shy that I stammered over my own name, but something about this woman made me feel exposed somehow.

"What a beautiful name! i'm Nicolette. I run this shop," she said and extended her hand. It was covered in a long red silk glove. The kind you'd find opera singers wearing. I shook her hand and couldn't help the blush that crept up into my cheeks. The way Nicolette was looking at me made me feel as if I was on display. "Come with me. I'll show you where the good stuff is." She winked at me before turning and leading us to the back of the store. The racks were so full that we had to turn sideways to fit between them. The walls were lined with the latest swimwear options, and up by the register were racks of earrings and bracelets. I made a note to stop by those on the way out.

Nicolette led us all the way to the back of the shop, to what looked like a storage room. There were boxes stacked against every wall and yet more clothes hanging on racks just waiting to be put out on the floor. Tucked away in a dark corner on the back wall was a door. Nicolette reached up to a silver chain around her neck and pulled it off. It contained a small key that she slid easily into the lock and twisted it open, leading us into another room entirely. I got the feeling that very few people made it back this far.

"This is the VIP room," she said as she flipped on the lights. As soon as we were all inside she closed the door behind us. "If you don't know it exists, then you will never find it."

My jaw fell open as I looked around at all the clothes. My mistress had been right. There were clothes to fit just about any shape here. Shirts and dressed with backs cut out; pants that looked like they were made for three legged girls; and just as my mistress had promised, pants with holes cut in the back to allow for tails. I couldn't help but smile when I saw them. I ached to put a pair on, just to let my own tail loose. The way I had to fold it down was hurting quite a bit.

"You wouldn't mind if I were...more comfortable?" Nicolette asked.

"No, by all means," my mistress said.

Generally when people ask that question they mean something along the lines of 'do you mind if I were in sweats'. So, naturally, I thought that's what Nicolette was going to do. She did kick off her shoes, but instead of putting on slippers or something she sat down in a nearby chair and extended her legs. I could see her feet start to visibly pulse, and several cracks were coming from them. Nicolette let her head fall back as her eyes closed. I watched in awe as her heel started moving up the back of her leg. My heart was racing at the mere thought of this, and actually watching it was both horrifying and fascinating. I couldn't help but stare. She moaned a little when the tips of her toes ripped open and long, dark claws emerged knocking her human toenails completely off her feet. When golden black fur started coating her feet she reached up to the top of her pants and pushed them off quickly, discarding them into a dark corner. The fur spread further up her legs, turning golden at her ankles, black dots appearing here and there. I gasped when I saw this and nearly shrieked when her knees started pushing up further along her legs. My eyes roamed over them, trying to keep hold of reality and yet drink in everything I was seeing. A week ago I had no idea werecreatures or...whatever we were existed. Now I was in the backroom of a store I'd passed by a million times watching a fashionista discard her designer pants to grow Cheetah legs. My head spun a bit, and I took a seat in a chair beside me, careful not to sit on my tail.

"Ali, are you okay?" My mistress asked as she placed her hand on my back. The touch felt incredibly good and helped steady me a bit.

All I could do was nod and stare at Nicolette's legs and no. She was looking at me now, a small smile on her face that made me blush wildly. "I-I'm ok," I stammer.

Nicolette kept her eyes on me as she stood up. Somehow she looked even taller now than she had before. "Ali," she said and waited until my eyes met hers before continuing on. "You ain't seen nothing yet." The smile on her face widened even more as she turned and started walking towards the back of the room as if to retrieve something. As she walked away I could see a small nub, a bulge, just above her ass slowly pushing out. It grow out long causing Nicolette to moan a little bit and have to pause for a second to lean on a clothing rack as it stretched her skin tightly before ripping through it, a long Cheetah tail growing out of her. I was glad she had left for a moment so I could get my bearings back.

The more I saw the more panicked I got about what could happen to me.

But I also grew more excited.