Shifting Around For A Living: A Boxed Set of Five Adult Paranormal Short Stories

By Susan Hart

Shifting Around is a funny and sexy story about a man who finds himself changed into a dog and loving every minute of it until a woman sees him, hears him talking, and then decides to help when he ends up naked in the public park.

Monster On Your Mistress, is a quirky story about a woman who has almost everything, except her lover -- who’s always running off somewhere for days at a time. She knows he’s not with his wife and she gets lonely rustling around in her big, country, luxury home. One night she is locked out of her house while investigating strange noises in the woods, and what follows is something she would never have imagined in her wildest sexual fantasies.

Shifty Sex, is a story about a shapes shifter who hasn’t told his girlfriend yet about his ability to change his form every month or so, most of the time unwillingly. When they are making love he starts to transform even though he’s trying his hardest not to, and when this lover turns on the light she is, naturally, horrified. Who would want a bunch of scales and green slime to get in the way?

Shifter, is about one woman with a sexual preference for younger men. When she starts out on her jog one morning, she notices an attractive older man moving into the neighborhood. He smiles at her, and later, as she’s showering, she hears the doorbell ringing. He’s locked himself out and needs to use her phone. She uses the opportunity to get to know him better. Much better.

On The Prowl, is a story about a woman exploring the jungles of South America, listening to its stories, when one day she falls into a pit and is unable to get out. The next morning there’s a log been pushed over the side so she climbs out, looks around, and all she can see is flashes of shiny black fur following her in the dense foliage lining her pathway. Suddenly, she confronts a charismatic and handsome naked man and then another, and things get far more exotic after that.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Jan 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311193001

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Shifting Around For A Living: A Boxed Set of Five Adult Paranormal Short Stories

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2016 The Paranormal Network Presents…

Shifting Around

Monster On Your Mistress

Shifty Sex

Shifter

On The Prowl

Shifting Around

Synopsis: Shifting Around is a funny and sexy story about a man who finds himself changed into a dog and loving every minute of it until a woman sees him, hears him talking, and then decides to help when he ends up naked in the public park.

Jose wasn’t sure how long he’d been running. He’d been running and running and it felt like forever, but he didn’t care. He could run forever if he had to. He didn’t have to, but he could.

He liked that about running.

He came to a stop, panting, and rolled over in the grass. It was freshly cut and smelled amazing. In fact, everything smelled amazing. Maybe it was because the wind carried the scent straight to his nose, but Jose could swear he could smell the flowers from a small garden all the way across the park.

Where’s your owner, good boy?

Huh? Jose shaded his eyes with one hand and peered up into a woman’s face, who was kneeling over him.

I said, where’s your — wait, what?

I asked you first.

You’re talking, she said, straightening up and looking stunned.

Isn’t that what people do when other people ask them a question? Jose asked, a little irritated that this woman was bothering him. All he wanted was to enjoy this day and all of its wonderful scents. She smelled all right, too, and she was pretty, but she wasn’t his. In addition, he wasn’t hers.

People do talk when other people ask them questions, the girl said. But you’re not a person. You’re a dog.

Piss off, Jose suggested. He hadn’t done anything wrong — certainly not anything worth being called a dog. He didn’t know what this girl’s deal was.

Look at yourself, she insisted. You’re a canine. An animal. A talking dog.

Jose peered down at himself and was shocked to discover that the girl was right. His tail stopped wagging, his fur vanished, and Jose was then a very confused, very naked man in the middle of the park.

Jesus, man, the girl said, stripping off her cardigan and shoving it at him. Cover your parts. There are kids here.

My parts? he repeated, wrapping the thin sweater around himself, and wishing he could just die on the spot. The biggest thing you’re concerned about are my parts?

Is there something else that should concern me other than you giving an education to a bunch of brats swinging on the playground? she asked.

Yeah, he said. I used to be a talking dog.

She shrugged. So, you’re a shifter.

A shifter?

Don’t you know what you are? she asked, and what you can do?

I was running for a long time, Jose said miserably. Christ. I don’t even know how long.

You mean, you can’t control it? she asked curiously, cocking her head.

Do you mind if we continue this conversation somewhere that isn’t a park with me naked in it? Jose asked. What’s your name, anyways?

Rita, she said, holding out her hand, seeming to think better of it, and letting it drop down by her side again.

I’m Jose, he said. Do you live near here?

Nope, she said, looking him up and down. Her face said that even if she did, she wouldn’t be taking him back to her place. Not a naked man wrapped in her cardigan who had just shifted from being a talking dog.

My apartment is … somewhere, he said haltingly, fighting to remember it. How long had he been a dog? Time seemed so different then, along with physicality. Jose was bone tired, but he’d been ready to continue running miles on a mere whim as a dog. Any lingering strength or stamina was now gone.

He looked around at the park, noticed the strange stares they were getting, and saw a building rise on one end. He had a good feeling about it. It was familiar, somehow.

I think it’s there, he said, pointing.

Lead the way, Rita said.

They walked quickly, darting from tree to tree to try to escape as many eyes as possible.

So, how long have you been shifting? she asked.

I don’t know, Jose said. It’s like you said — I don’t have control over it.

So just the littlest thing sets you off?

Yeah, he said. And, I lose time when I do it. Like I have no idea it’s happening, that I’m actually whatever animal I’ve become and not just a person who can — what do you call it...

Shift.

Yeah. Shift. I guess that’s as good a name as any.

It’s the only name for it, Rita said. You’re a shifter. You change into animals — whatever animal you think of.

How do you know that? Jose asked, peering at her.

I saw you do it, she answered, shrugging. I can just tell that’s what it was.

I know you saw me do it, he said. But, have you ever known someone who could do it?

Nope. She glanced at him like he was an idiot. What; you think it’s common? Like having brown eyes?

Rita had brown eyes, Jose noticed. They were pretty, especially the way she had them outlined with her black pencil.

I guess not, he said. It doesn’t freak you out? What I did? What I can do?

She shook her head and grinned. I like the freaky stuff.

Damn. What a shitty time for his cock to get hard — hardly concealed beneath a cardigan. Fuck. What else was he going to do when a pretty girl told him she was into freaky shit? Jose tried to readjust the sweater without revealing much more of himself.

They walked into the building and he was once again reminded of his hopeless situation. As a dog, he’d have no pockets. Where would his keys have gone? Jose tried to think back, tried to remember where he had been and what he had been doing before he became a dog, but it was so hard. Those memories were muddled, and it was much easier to remember the run through the park, the way his muscles had been perfectly toned and up for the task, the wind through his coat.

Um, Jose?

Yeah?

You changed back into a dog. Rita said this in a whisper, and he opened his eyes quickly, blinking. He was close to the ground now, right at about knee level with the girl, and he had to fight a particularly strong urge to shove his wet nose into her crotch.

Did anyone see? he asked quietly.

No, she answered. Just me. But hurry and change back before the doorman turns back around.

He thought about being human and he was human again.

Such a simple thing for such a complex identity.

The cardigan, Jose, she hissed, grabbing it from the floor and thrusting it at him.

Jose looked helplessly at the doorman, who stared at him.

Hey, sorry about this, he started to say, but the stone-faced doorman broke into peals of laughter.

What’s funny? Jose asked blankly.

You, man, the doorman guffawed. "This is