In Heat Part II

When Aiden got up to the room, he found the door unlocked, and shook his head pushing down the urge to yell. He actually didn't feel the need to yell when he entered, and saw what the recipient was doing. Aiden realized that he scared the poor woman half to **** with what he told her. She was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, oversized back pulled high onto her shoulders, and she clutched the plastic bags to her chest. She looked very much like a cat did when being thrown in water, and Aiden realized that she was crying.

Why was she crying? That's when Aiden realized that Mystril was looking in the full length mirror hung next to the Motel's cuckhold chair. He bit his lip, suddenly feeling somewhat sorry for even thinking about scolding her, and then checked the bed. He lifted the mattress, and pulled up the sheets, and inspected the pillows as closely as one could. Miraculously, there were no signs of bed bugs. As for stains, and other disquieting features was another matter entirely, but he had a solution for that. He glanced over his shoulder to Mystril, and spoke softly, "You can put the bags down on the bed. I need to do more checks, and the mattress is nasty, but I have a sleeping bag."

Mystril really looked like her dog just died. She turned back to the mirror, rubbing her cheeks, and tweaking with the ears atop her head, she viewed her figure, pulling the sweatshirt she wore tight to her body, and then seemed to visibly recoil when her side view revealed her tail yet again. "I look like something out of a shitty porn comic dude. What the fuck." He said nothing. It was true though. Whoever had shaped the woman really didn't bother with keeping it realistic. Her skin had somehow been altered. It was perfectly fine, and free of any imperfections. Her eyes, and her nose, and her lips were perfect examples of symmetry. It almost verged on being uncanny.

Lastly were her eyes. Her previously bright baby blues were now a muddy green brown, and the pupil immediately stuck out. Not a dot, but a vertical slit. All her features had been misplaced. Her cheekbones were high, and her jawline was tight, and lean. Almost boyish in its sharpness. Her face was quite clearly designed to be cute, but not in the way of an attractive woman as much as a young one. All her athletic prospects were dashed, and her bust which had once been the prize of many was reduced to a modest accent.

She looked down the neck of the sweatshirt, and found herself completely hairless. Aside from the top of her head, and the fur on her tail there was not a single follicle. Genuinely, Mystril was revolted. It felt wrong to be tampered with, and _'corrected' _all her built up self image, and the familiarity was gone in an instant. Her body was lean, a runner's build. Feminine only by sake of bone structure. She didn't have ass so much as she had hips now, and when she stretched she could see her own ribs. Manufactured, and manicured. Not to mention at least two heads shorter.

She only averted her gaze from the mirror when Aiden patted her on the back, and said simply. "For the record, I think you look fine." He didn't like the look she gave him. Not just sad, but violently so. If they wanted to raise money for animal shelters, they needed to get rid of all the puppies, and put her on camera. He took a deep breath, and then assessing that look to be skepticism, he assured. "If you don't like it, I'm sure there's a way to fix it. Nothing's impossible to fix." Satisfied with that, She gave a somber nod, and Aiden motioned her to the red sleeping bag on the bed. She nodded thankfully, and fell asleep on top of it in a matter of seconds. Aiden watched her for a moment, checked the lock, and then found himself a position adjacent to comfortable in the bath-tub.

The next morning all hell broke loose.