The woman with glasses

I've always been fairly cautious, and so I decided to start with the woman on her own. I waited until she had passed me, before slowing and crossing the road. Walking behind her, I made sure I was keeping a good distance so as not to spook her, while I studied her body.

The long coat hid her shape, but she was of average height and the legs that I could see looked pleasingly shapely. Her curly hair bounced slightly as she walked. My lust coarser through me in powerful waves as I considered the possibilities for her body.

After a couple of minutes walking, she opened the gate to a small house and walked to the door. As she unlocked and went inside, I approached the front and glanced into the garden. A little overgrown, it was surrounded by a high hedge on one side and a lower fence on the other. With a frantically beating heart, I unfastened the gate and stepped into the garden. As soon as I was hidden from view of the road, behind the hedge, my body rippled and my shape changed.

A split second later, I had adopted the form of a cat. I didn't understand how I had done it - that was my first realisation of how much I could change even without conscious thought. As I stalked around the edge of the garden, I listened intently. I could dimly hear a tv or radio on, but no voices. Home alone I guessed.

Slipping to the back of the house, I spotted a crack beneath the rear door. Seconds later, I was oozing through the gap and rearranging myself on the other side in the shape of a man. Looking around, the woman was nowhere to be seen. I was in some kind of hallway, and I could hear the sounds of voices from a tv coming from up the nearby stairs.

As I crept quietly up, my eyes saw the figure of the woman revealed. She had her back to me as she stood in a bedroom, sorting through a drawer for something. I took the opportunity to appreciate the woman's body as I silently slid closer.