Tonight was going far better than she had expected it would. When Winnie had gone out with her girlfriends, she was expecting a night out of drinking, fun, and laughter. Sure enough, the three, amazingly dressed women, had managed to achieve all their goals. They had bounced across three separate clubs, danced their butts off, and broken hearts left and right. By the end of the evening, Winnie had the phones of an extremely hot tattoo artist, a cougar who was out for a wild night, and was now in the midst of hooking up with one of the hottest Samoans she had ever seen.

The guy was massive...and extremely tall (snerk). Built like a tank, the man was muscular with long, black and blonde hair, unnatural blue eyes, and a manliest of beards. Winnie felt like absolute putty whenever she looked at him. Even when they got into the elevator to head up to his condo, she could still barely contain herself, smiling, biting her lip, and shifting between each heeled foot. Once they got halfway up the building, the sexual chemistry just engulfed them like a ball of wildfire.

The ding of the elevator rang like the bell of a prize fight. The two locked lips, Winnie hopping up into the man’s arm who easily picked her up as if she weighed absolutely nothing at all (and, given his muscles, she probably didn’t). Hefted up as soon as the elevator doors opened, Winnie was carried down the hall, a blur of lips locking, of exploring hands, and the fierce removal of clothing.

Somewhere along the line a door was opened and Winnie was carried within. Gently she was deposited down onto what had to be the softest couch. As her latest beau leaned back away from the couch, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled and tattooed chest. She bit her lip, grinning wide as she sat up -- he still had far too many clothes on.

Winnie didn’t get that close a look at the highrise condo she was in, but from what she did see, she was absolutely impressed. The man had seemed to exude wealth when she saw him at the club and it was more than apparent given her current surroundings. But there was time to think about crystalline glassware and gold-inlaid countertops later on. Right now, being led into the bedroom, there were clearly other matters that required her utmost focus and attention.

Once the door was closed behind them, Winnie managed to disrobe rather quickly, down to just the lacy-est of her undergarments. As he leaned back in back, a wide smile on his perfect lips, Winnie advanced, a hunger in her eyes as she climbed onto his waist and locked lips with him again. All around them, the bedroom walls were lined with massive windows with the smoothest glass. The city skyline would have made an absolutely gorgeous sight to behold if she weren’t so preoccupied. But there would be time enough to look later.

However, just as his massive (yet skilled) hands managed to unhook her top and cast it aside, a strange flare could be seen streaking across the window. It took a second, especially since his lips were firmly clamped upon her neck, to notice that she was looked at a reflection -- a reflection of a bedroom door being opened and of a figure standing in the doorway.

A shrill scream followed led by a barrage of obscenities and the clatter of something being smashed…

---

It would be another hour before a message would be sent out, a cry for help sent across cellular waves to the last person that Winnie was expecting to see tonight. While she normally planned to go out with her bestie to paint the town red, her friend had been so ridiculously happy with her sweet and loving relationship that she didn’t want to impose. Sadly, it seemed, that even when she didn’t want to, she was going to disturb her friend’s evening. She only hoped and prayed to all the gods that she was available.

Peck, peck, peck… ”Sonnavab**** m*********ing goddamn s**tstorm of a f**king night!” Peck...peckpeck...peck… ”Ow!” Sigh. Peck...peckpeck...peck...peckpeckpeck….

It's Winnie! 911! 83rd x Regal! Alley! Now!

[SEND]

Being part of a stable relationship changed the structure of Vanessa’s life. She still liked nights out on the town with friends, particularly when she could bring Gina along, but she was no longer sold on being the girl who shuts the club down. Being out, drinking, and dancing were all fun, but she had something very fun at home to look forward to, as well. Closing time was the realm of guys and girls looking to bring someone home for the night and that was just not Vanessa.

Winnie, meanwhile, was the perfect girl to get wild with in New York City. The sassy photographer was out with a group of the girls and while it was always fun being near the life of the party, Vanessa declined the invitation. It had been a long week at work and Vanessa had been looking forward to a movie night with Gina for days. There would be other nights for dancing and drinks. Vanessa was content with an evening of snuggling, cookies, and sex. Nice, sweet, and uncomplicated.

Vanessa was curled up under the covers, pressed against her girlfriend’s warm body, enjoying a peaceful sleep when she heard her phone buzzing against the nightstand. Groggily waking up and trying not to jostle Gina from her sleep, her thumb pressed against the reader and she opened her new message.

911! 83rd x Regal! Alley! Now!

Well, that was the kind of message that woke a girl up. Vanessa was not sure exactly what Winnie needed, but it sounded urgent; urgent enough to demand they meet in an alley of all places. If it was someone else, Vanessa might have dismissed the message as drunken nonsense, but it was Winnie. If there was a real problem, Vanessa would hate herself for putting the phone down.

With a kiss on the forehead of her sleeping girlfriend, Vanessa slipped into old jeans and a sweatshirt before grabbing her keys. Driving was not something Vanessa commonly did if it could be avoided; New York was not friendly to those who shunned public transit and private car services. While she used it sparingly, Vanessa did keep a car parked in her building’s garage in case of emergencies. At the time of night she was leaving, traffic would be bearable, so she pulled out and typed the crossroad into her GPS.

Vanessa had the roof up on her convertible since the weather was taking a turn for the chilly. The weather concerned Vanessa; what had Winnie out in some alley in the middle of the night? She was trying to keep her concerns quiet, but there were several potentially upsetting outcomes flashing through her thoughts.

The phone chimed with a, “you have reached your destination,” signifying that she was at the right alley. Pulling up, Vanessa looked around and did not see her friend. Stepping out with one hand clutching her keychain mace tightly, she cautiously called out. ”Winnie… I’m here… you still here? You… okay?” Where was the angry little Brit?

It wasn’t long since the message was sent off to her bestie, but for a tiny kiwi bird, stuck out in the middle of the city, hiding in a dark, dank alley, it was an absolute eternity. Her journey out of the lying jackass’s condo had seemed like it happened eons ago and now she was cold, shivering, and hiding in an alley as her mind whipped around a hundred different scenarios. There were so many bad things that could happen to her and each and every one of them filled her with dread. Cats could attack her. Dogs. What if some transient tried to stick her on a pike and roast her over a fire! God her anxiety was simply not ceasing.

After the message was sent, Winnie tired to tuck herself into a dark crevice on the brick wall that had crumbled away due to moisture and age. In her hidey hole, she tried to keep an eye out, looking between the opening to the alley and the stolen clutch that was sitting in front of her. This was certainly not her finest moment but she had to thank whatever gods were watching over her that the drunk bimbo she stumbled across had neglected to tuck her clutch away and left her phone inside. Maybe there was some kind of higher power watching over her -- and maybe they just liked to toss her into situations to see if she could get out of them.

In her short, fat form, Winnie sighed and puffed her her tiny feathers and tucked her neck in. She tried to make herself as small and unseen as possible as she didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention. She really and truly hoped that Nessa got her text message, otherwise she would be waiting a hell of a long time to nothing.

Just when it seemed as if she was going to have to suffer calling on one of her other friend’s, she saw the glare of headlights as it pulled up to the alley. Hopefully she stretched out her neck, peering around the corner of the crevice. She didn’t want to get too excited for rescue, as it could be anyone pulling up to the alley (even a crazed, gourmet, kiwi cook!) but she couldn’t allow herself to become completely pessimistic. It was only when a certain, familiar voice rang out did she breathe a sigh of relief.

>>”Winnie… I’m here… you still here? You… okay?”

Creeping out from the cavity in the wall a few feet down, Winnie breathed a sigh of relief. Nessa looked as if she had been sleeping before she got the call and standing there, with the can of mace in her hand, it almost made Winnie want to laugh if it weren’t for the situation. Strutting forward, slowly, as to not make sudden movements, she sighed as she stood up as tall as she could and tilted her head up towards her friend. The alley was dark so she probably wouldn’t be easily seen until she spoke. Thankfully her friend knew of Winnie’s condition or this was going to be a shock.

”Hey b***h,” she said a bit dejectedly. She grumbled as she slowly sloughed her way towards Nessa, looking completely worse for the wear. She was dirty, tired looking, and stuck as a f**king bird. Once she was directly in front of Nessa, she tilted her head up to her again. ”You’re a sight for sore eyes. I’ve had the absolute worse night.” It was so bad, she almost wanted to cry, and it definitely sounded like it in her voice. ”God, I hope I didn’t ruin yours. You look so...cozy?”

The chill of the city in Autumn ran down Vanessa’s spine, but she was more concerned about the situation her friend might be in. The New York streets at night were not a safe, welcoming place for young, beautiful women and Winnie definitely fit the bill. Until she knew otherwise, the telepath was preparing for the worst so she could be ready to rescue her best friend from whatever trouble she was in.

When Vanessa heard a familiar voice calling her a b*tch from ground level, she knew what to expect. Whatever Winnie dealt with that night startled her into her kiwi form. Even as a bird, she looked disheveled and her voice sounded so downtrodden. Even through the tough veneer Winnie put up, she was genuinely worried about pulling Vanessa away from her night. If she was not in a bad place, she would have made a snarky comment. Poor Winnie!

If Winnie was in human form, she would be getting a hug, but she was a tiny, fat, adorable bird so Vanessa could do one better. Leaning down, Vanessa lifted KiWinnie off the ground, gently brushing the girl’s feathers with her thumbs. Vanessa held Winnie’s round body close to her body, sharing her warmth and a friendly embrace. ”Definitely not ruined, hun. I’m always gonna be around to answer your texts for help—though I’m still surprised you managed to send me one like this.” To her credit, Winnie could be a very resourceful bird.

Still brushing Winnie gently, Vanessa moved toward her car. ”Why don’t we go for a ride, at least until you get to the point where you can go back to being human-sized? You can tell me all about what happened if you’d like.” Vanessa opened her car door and gently placed Winnie in the passenger seat. She was not always the sentimental, talk-about-feelings friend, but her best friend was having a genuinely bad night. One thing Vanessa did appreciate about the friendships shared by close female friends was the unspoken promise of support, and she was going to offer whatever support Winnie needed that night.

Okay so Winnie didn’t normally feel bad about asking for a rescue. It was one of those unspoken rules between her and her girlfriends (including Nessa) that they would support each other in their endeavors. Winnie wasn’t the first one to get in over her head, nor would she be the last. She even remembered a few times when Nessa went home with the decidedly wrong person and needed a quick exit. They helped one another and that was a good thing. But right now she was feeling decidedly bad about enacting their agreement and for one very glaring reason -- Nessa was happy.

It could be nauseating, yes, all the lovey-dovey crap that Nessa and Gina wrapped themselves in. It was sweet, but overly sweet, like dipping a chocolate bonbon in caramel, covering it sprinkles, baking it into a cookie, topping it off with a dollop of ice cream, and setting it in-between two slices of cherry pie. She loved the two of them dearly but sometimes just being around them made the roof of her mouth itchy. However, right now, she couldn’t have felt more like a third wheel and it hurt.

Winnie clicked her beak looked utterly downtrodden. Nessa looked so comfy. She was probably in bed with Gina, curled up and happy, and made the choice to come out here, in the middle of a dark, damp night in order to rescue her kiwi-stuck friend. Later on this would be laughed off and turned into anecdotes about how much Nessa secretly wants her, but right now, Winnie was depressed to be that grumbly.

Her sadness was soon replaced with surprise as Nessa leaned down and gently scooped her into her arms, cradling her against her soft hoodie. Winnie sniffled a little but still tried to keep the tough act going as she didn’t say anything. However, she had the admit that the material of Nessa’s chosen garner was indeed a little warm and comforting.

>>”Definitely not ruined, hun. I’m always gonna be around to answer your texts for help—though I’m still surprised you managed to send me one like this...Why don’t we go for a ride, at least until you get to the point where you can go back to being human-sized? You can tell me all about what happened if you’d like.”

”Please?” she lightly whimpered about being let into the car. She wanted out of here so badly.

Winnie meekly nodded her head as she was carried out of the cold, dark alley and towards the street where she could already see Nessa’s car waiting. This would make a hell of a story to tell one day but it would definitely need some embellishments and altered to make her appear far less pathetic. For now she would have to work with the details she was presented with and, remember, that there was one particular details that Nessa needed to know before Winnie calmed down totally.

”So, about the human-sized thing…” she started a bit sheepishly. ”You...don’t happen to have any spare clothes in your car, do you?” She sighed and tried to nuzzled into her friend’s hoodie. ”Because, once I change back, well…” If there were ever a competition of kiwis impersonating Marilyn Monroe, Winnie would have won, hands down. ”...’Happy Birthday Ms. Bookman’.”

Things were going very well in Nessa’s life, admittedly. Gina was the other half the hopeless romantic always hoped to find and she was even learning to be more true to herself. Everything was making such a sudden turnaround, it could be easy to forget about the past and who was there for her through her more challenging times.

Nessa refused to do that. Booker kept his sister from being abandoned without family or a home. The POW Block Party took a chance on a relatively unknown streamer and gave her a new, independent life. And of course, Winnie was her best friend when that was not the easiest thing to be. She would give Nessa a hard time, but Winnie was always going to have her back. With how well Nessa passed, transphobic comments had become a rarity, but when they occasionally reared their ugly heads around Nessa, Winnie was the kind of friend who would knock out the speaker of those unkind words and help get Nessa through the moment until it passed.

It did not matter how much Nessa’s life changed; if Winnie needed her, she could not ignore that call. She turned up the heat in her car so her cold, wet, dirty birdy friend could warm up. Nessa’s body heat was nice, but a car’s heating system was more efficient and she could not keep a kiwi in her lap while she was driving—particularly one that could turn into a naked young woman at any moment.

Speaking of, Winnie had a point. ”Right. Right. One second.” She released her friend from their embrace and carefully placed her in the passenger’s seat, buckling the seatbelt even though the top belt had nothing to hold in place.

Reaching into the back seat of her car, Vanessa lucked out and found a sweatshirt on her floor. With how rarely she used her car, the sweatshirt was one she bought in the previous winter. It was before she dated Becca and knew her just as a cute redheaded video collaborator. A more innocent time.

Regardless of the PixelHearts branding, the sweatshirt was thankfully in Vanessa’s size, so she placed it on the seat in front of KiWinnie. ”There. That’s kinda big on me, so it should be bigger on you.” Winnie was not short, but Nessa had two inches on her, at least. ”It should hopefully cover most of you. Hopefully. Enough that I won’t have a lot of explaining to do if we’re pulled over.” Never. Again.

With clothes procured for her friend, Nessa pulled away from the curb. She kept her eyes on the road, but one hand was rubbing the top of Winnie’s head in an effort to help calm her down. ”Okay, fluffball. Talk to me. What happened?”

Winnie’s powers were a funny thing. If there were any good aspects of it, it was the fact that she was far luckier than most in her predicament. Plenty of shifters existed in the world and they all had their stories to tell, mainly of how their mutations just screwed them over. They either ripped clothing, ruined them, shrink out of them and lost them somewhere in the world, the options were varied across the board. However, with Winnie, it was the one part she lucked out in. When she shifted, everything came with her.

Honestly it proved to be the only truly useful thing about her powers. Carrying her camera, Winnie could easily take it along with her, popping in and out of her kiwi form, snapping photos and escaping into the night. If there were any good aspects of her powers, that was it. However, like anything else, there was a downside. If she shifted while having nothing on, carrying nothing, then when she shifted back she would be in that very same state. Sadly that was exactly how this evening had gone. If she were to calm down enough to shift back, all Nessa would find is a very nude Winnifred Wickham with probably the laciest panties that she owned.

It was not a good state to be in and, therefore, the reason why she offered her bestie the warning that she did.

>>”Right. Right. One second.”

Winnie slipped into the side and waited for Nessa to come back. Thankful for the heat being on, Winnie rustled her feathers a bit, trying to shake off whatever chill she had gathered from that dark and dank alley. She could still feel some of the moistness of the evening upon her plump body and she wanted to do whatever she could to shake it off. But she had to stay calm. For as freaked out as she had been, she knew that she was safe now. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long that she was forced to stay like this.

>> ”There. That’s kinda big on me, so it should be bigger on you...It should hopefully cover most of you. Hopefully. Enough that I won’t have a lot of explaining to do if we’re pulled over.”

Looking up, Winnie watched as Nessa poured fluffy cotton tent over her body -- at least that was what it felt like in her much smaller form. The reality was that it was a sweater, one that she only vaguely recognized. She was momentarily lost in the folds but knocked her heard through, dug, and eventually found the appropriate place to stick her long neck and tiny head out of. She blinked, turning her head left and right before she nestled into the cloth.

She snorted at Nessas comment. ”You mean the cops aren’t used to pulling your butt over with half naked girls in the backseat?” She said with some of her usual piss and vinegar. ”Surely the authorities are aware of your luring innocent college girls into your windowless van with promises of candy and funny stories.”

With a plop she sat in the folds of the sweater, her head arching as she looked around her. Nessa only drove this car for emergencies and she was thankful that her friend had gone out of her way to come get her. As the car pulled away from the curb, Winnie sighed when she felt the soft fingers begin to rub the top of her head. If kiwis could purr, she probably would have, but at most she just felt a little sleepy. As much as she wanted to drift to sleep, it wasn’t possible. A story had to be told...

>> ”Okay, fluffball. Talk to me. What happened?”

She sighed. ”Ugh, B.S. is what happened,” she grumbled. ”I was out with the girls. I met this…super hot guy. I mean, Nessa, like, superhot. You know that guy coming out in the new Hero Society movie? The one playing Captain Goldfish?” She waited for Nessa to answer before continuing. ”Spitting image.” A pause before she continued. ”Anyway, we met, we danced, he invited my back to his place, gorgeous f***ing condo. And we were getting down and crazy and…” A breath. ”...then his wife showed up. And...she. Was. Not. Happy.”

The urgency required to find Winnie clothing kept Nessa from initially thinking about why her friend needed something to wear. It was an oddity, given how Winnie’s transformations worked. She often pointed out, despite the many issues she had with Kiwi shifting, she could at least take her clothing with her. Nessa tried to rationalize her issue, wondering if the clothing was just too wet or dirty. Regardless, the sweatshirt would help warm up her tiny bird friend, which would calm her tiny bird heart, possibly helping her return to human form sooner.

KiWinnie nested in a cozy sweatshirt tent, looking incredibly adorable, which Nessa would keep to herself to preserve the pride of her friend who was already going through a challenging night. With everyone settled, Nessa was able to get on the road. She would find an area of the city where the roads were generally quieter at night so they could drive around. Nessa would likely take Winnie home when it was all said and done, so she made sure not to stray too far from her friend’s neck of the woods.

Even in sad birb form, Winnie had to make a joke at Nessa’s expense, regardless of her retired womanizing ways. Nessa was, of course, willing to roll with it. ”Nah, I don’t need a van. I hunted for gays; the rainbow bumper sticker was enough to lure them in.” The gays certainly appreciated a good rainbow bumper sticker. Most rainbow paraphernalia, really.

With their trip finally underway, Winnie could share the retelling of her night and it was… well, it was exactly as bad as her tone and general sadness made it sound. It started with a guy, and since Winnie was a woman of good taste, of course it was a gorgeous guy. Vanessa had to stifle a giggle about Captain Goldfish. She was not a huge comic fan, but everyone knew about that movie and everyone knew the actor for that role was buff. ”Okay, wow. I can theoretically see the appeal. Continue your very pansexual story.” It was not Vanessa’s taste, but she supported Winnie and whoever she wanted to hop in bed with.

That was, of course, unless they were freaking married. He had a beautiful condo, they were getting hot and heavy, and his wife arrived. Vanessa’s eyes went wide and she turned to look at her bird friend before remembering what she was doing and returned her eyes to the road. ”Married? Oh, my God! And he didn’t tell you? Well, of course he didn’t, otherwise why would you be there.” Winnie had misadventures, but Vanessa did not think she was the kind of girl to sleep with married men by choice.

And if she was caught by the wife. And she needed Vanessa’s sweater… ”Oh no. Exactly how ‘in the act’ were you when she showed up and made you a panic bird?”

>>”Nah, I don’t need a van. I hunted for gays; the rainbow bumper sticker was enough to lure them in.”

Winnie snorted (as best a tiny kiwi could) and just shook her tiny head. Really Nessa wasn’t lying. She had seen the woman on the hunt before and, really, she didn’t need much more beyond a bumper sticker. It was never that Nessa was hurting for companionship, it was more that she was trying to find the right one. It was a commendable hunt, really, something that Winnie could really get behind. It just so happened that her friend was the first to reach that particular finish line (Gina was amazing) and the photographer just couldn’t see it in the horizon.

She sighed as she settled into the sweater, trying to warm up her chilled body. Really she just wanted to put this night behind her. She had been humiliated, used, and put into danger and all she needed now was her bed to crawl into, and a stiff drink to lull her to sleep. Of course she couldn’t very well leave Nessa not knowing the whole story. It was the least that she could offer her after dragging her out in the middle of the night to rescue her from a dark, dank alley.

So she went into her tale…

Winnie was a storyteller. Even though she knew that Nessa was a self-proclaimed “hella gay”, she still pressed the importance of her date for the evening. Really, when you come across someone that hot, and you nearly bag them, how can you not brag about it? Even to your lesbian friends? Nessa, notably, seemed to sense the importance...

>>”Okay, wow. I can theoretically see the appeal. Continue your very pansexual story.”

And so Winnie did. She went over what she could, explaining that, she had indeed gotten very far with Captain Goldfish when there was an...interruption. Winnie felt too embarrassed to even admit it, but really there was no way to hide what had happened to her; the wife served as the catalyst that forced Winnie’s change -- and it was in no way pleasant.

Nessa was, notably, shocked. Winnie may have slept around, had a plethora of boyfriends and girlfriends, but she never willing participated in someone’s extramarital affairs, not unless it was something that the couple were both into. Winnie had her standards, after all.

>>”Married? Oh, my God! And he didn’t tell you? Well, of course he didn’t, otherwise why would you be there...Oh no. Exactly how ‘in the act’ were you when she showed up and made you a panic bird?”

Winnie groaned and buried her small head inside of the sweater. It was a nice, cotton cocoon where she momentarily wondered if she could live out the rest of her life. But, rather than fall into utter silence, she continued.

”Oh hunny…” out came her muffled voice from the folds of the sweater. ”...we were halfway down the red carpet.” God that was embarrassing to admit. She sniffled, still upset that she had been lied to and stuck her small kiwi head out of the top of the hoodie. A sigh as she brushed her eyes against the hoodie to remove any tears. ”Anyways...ahem...we were...like...really getting it on when I see a silhouette in the reflection of the window. I turn and...there’s his wife. Utterly not pleased and, best part, she was a mutant.” She shuttered. ”You ever have a whip made of electricity snapped at you? Most terrifying thing you can ever experience.”

Winnie could certainly paint a picture with words, which was possibly ironic given her actual career creating actual pictures with photography. Really though, Winnie knew how to spin a tale and with her free-wheeling lifestyle, there were often tales to spin.

The cheeky Brit had her misadventures and plenty were her fault, but this was a different story. She was mislead and lied to by a handsome man with no interest in treating any women right. Winnie knew all too well how Vanessa felt about cheaters and people who hurt her friends. And wannabe Captain Goldfish was both. The wife was a victim of the scene, but so was Winnie.

And it was bad. The affair was caught right in the middle of the action, surely traumatizing everyone not expecting it. Nessa could not even bring herself to make a comment about Winnie’s raunchy wordplay, because she was too focused on the mutant wife making her return home. The idea of an electric whip made Nessa wince; some mutations, like Winnie’s and Nessa’s powers, were relatively harmless. The power of lightning in the hands of a scorned wife was the kind of mutation that could have serious consequences.

Nessa reached over and brushed the top of Winnie’s head. ”Oh, honey, that’s awful. I’m just glad you made it out. I don’t care how massive this guy was—with muscles,” she quickly clarified, realizing how else her comment could be interpreted, ”You don’t deserve creeps like that using you. You deserve so much better. I’m sorry, Win.”

Even as Winnie recounted her story, she felt like absolute garbage. God, it was awful enough to live through it once, but to have to tell the story again was just outright terrible. She could see all the mistakes that she had made, even it Nessa couldn’t. She should have known better. Somehow she should have known what this guy was. Normally she had such a finely tuned crap-o-meter that she could tell when she was being hit on by someone who was altogether skeezy. Now that she thought back on him (god he was gorgeous) she had to have seen something...right?

She sighed in her tiny kiwi form and just shook her small head. She could probably drive herself crazy trying to make heads or tails of this night. Eventually this would be a story told during girl’s nights, a laugh riot about the time that the innocent photographer was chased out of a pissed off mutant’s house straight from straddling her husband. But now wasn’t the time to laugh about it. Now was the time where she was busy trying to calm down from a near-death experience.

Winnie continued to grumble sadly to herself when she felt a soft, tender hand begin to stroke the top of her head. Normally she would have grumbled and told whoever was trying to pet her to **** off. But right now she needed all the comfort that she could get.

>> ”Oh, honey, that’s awful. I’m just glad you made it out. I don’t care how massive this guy was—with muscles...You don’t deserve creeps like that using you. You deserve so much better. I’m sorry, Win.”

She sighed. Really she didn’t know what to say. She was angry, she was humiliated, she was scared, but right now there was a strange sense of comfort that was pouring over her. Nessa’s words and her gentle touches were making all the difference on such a screwed up night. Never had anyone petted her like this, but these were clearly extreme circumstances. For now the photographer was willing to take any kind of comfort she could get, no matter how debasing it would have normally made her feel. A sniffle and Winnie nestled into the sweater, sitting down and leaning somewhat into the pets her friend offered her.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after al--

POP!!

Winnie blinked as her world suddenly shifted. In an instant she was small and compact and now she was fully grown into a human woman. She glanced at herself in the side mirror. A fully grown nude human woman. The sweater that Winnie had nestled into early was not wrapped around her next but that was the only thing it was covering. Everything else from her shoulders down was clearly on display. A turn to face Nessa and the two briefly locked eyes as they came to a stop at a red light. So thankful to be human again, she would have hugged the other -- that is until a wolf whistle came from a car that was stopped directly next to them.

”Eep!!” she shouted as she quickly wrapped her arms to cover her chest while also struggling to pull the sweater down. ”Jesus, help me!” she grumbled to Nessa as she fought with getting the sweater on and maintain some kind of dignity.