Bitten by a Werewoman

By Rebecca Sterne

Alvin is a predator - a predator of women. His regular hunts amongst the bars and clubs of his home city regularly result in his ensnaring of young women to sate his needs. Despite his girlfriend having moved into his apartment, he’s unable to resist his urges when it comes to using women to fulfil his desires.

Now the hunter becomes the hunted, as he falls prey to a most unexpected creature. She’s beautiful - of course, and she’s interested. He finds himself being led to a hotel room where she’s more than willing to give him what he wants - or so he thinks.

Alvin’s world is about to be turned upside down. If he ever wondered what it was like to be used by men such as himself, he’s in for a treat.

Can he find his way out from under the mysterious Corrisa’s spell? Will he ever be able to return to life as an alpha male? Or is he destined for a shockingly dark and hopelessly erotic existence as Avriel, the woman within?

This is an explicit story of male to female transformation and is designed strictly for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Sterne
• Release date: Nov 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370265930

Rebecca Sterne

Rebecca Sterne is a bestselling transgender author of erotic fiction. Her books regularly occupy the Top 100 Transgender Erotica list on Amazon with most of her books becoming number one bestsellers. She lives in the UK and is passionate about being an author. Now a full time writer she enjoys nothing more than exploring the world of transgender fiction and erotica, bringing her own unique brand of writing to both the Transgender and ABDL worlds. All of her stories contain depictions of persons 18 years and over and are strictly designed for readers above this age.

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Bitten by a Werewoman

A darkly erotic tale of unwitting female transformation

REBECCA STERNE

Text copyright © 2017 Rebecca Sterne

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Chapter One

Alvin climbed out of his car a block from the underground club he intended to prowl that night. His girlfriend’s voice still in his head, complaining about him having to work yet another late shift as he walked out of the door to their apartment across town. If she knew what kind of work he really had in mind that night - she’d have been yelling even louder.

Jennah wasn’t a bad girl. She was attractive enough and they had fun together, but it wasn’t enough for him - it never was. He’d settled with the idea that he simply wasn’t the one woman type of guy a long time ago, although he doubted his girlfriend would be as settled with the idea. They’d been seeing each other on and off for months, but since she’d moved in with him, his urge to experience other women had only grown.

It wasn’t that he didn’t respect women exactly, at least he believed that. It was more that he considered himself a hunter of sorts. A slave to his alpha-male instincts and a liver of life in general, which in his mind meant preying on the weaker sex with regular outings in search of his latest female conquest. He sometimes pitied those that were too afraid to take life by the balls. To do what all men were meant to do in this male dominated world, but then if they did, there wouldn’t be as many available women for him.

The streets were dark, with little lighting evident and no moon visible from behind the thick cloud. He stepped up to the club’s entrance and nodded politely to the man on the door. The man nodded back to one of the regular patrons. Alvin didn’t know his name and didn’t care, it wasn’t the staff he was here to see. He pushed his entrance fee across the counter to the disinterested looking woman and headed down the stairs, the music pulsing through the floor. As he pushed the door open he was hit with the effects of strobe lighting and the sight of a heaving crowd on the dance floor. As his eyes and ears adjusted to the assault, he began to weave his way through the tight-knit groups of people hanging around the periphery of the floor. By the time he reached the bar his eyes were already scanning the room for a likely target. A barman caught his eye, leaning closer to hear over the pounding music.

‘Beer,’ He shouted, then as an afterthought. ‘And a large whisky.’ Often he’d temper his alcohol intake on a night like this, determined to stay in control, but tonight he felt like letting go. If he didn’t hit a home run, then he’d just have to settle for having some wild fun in the process.

He knocked back the whisky before ordering another and doing the same. He was feeling a little reckless tonight. By the time he’d drained half the beer, he’d eyed up several potential targets. One girl, standing alone on the opposite side of the floor, caught his attention. Whilst he wasn’t afraid to swoop in on a group of girls, it was always the intention to separate one from the herd before going in for the kill. If he could find a stray already on her own, then so much the better. He chugged the rest of his beer and asked for two cocktails. They always seemed to go down better than a glass of beer or a spirit.

He dodged deftly around some buoyant dancers as he made his way around the dance floor, careful not to spill the tools of his trade. One final check of the immediate space around his chosen prey was enough to confirm that she was indeed alone, at least for now. He stepped up besides her.

‘You look like you could do with a drink.’ He nudged her gently to get her attention. ‘Allow me.’ He held the drink in front of her, smiling as he took a sip of his own. ‘I don’t often come to places like this. Do you?’

‘Um ... not often, no.’ She had to look up at his six feet one inch frame as he towered over her. ‘I’m meeting my friends, actually.’

He wasn’t convinced. It wasn’t the first time a girl had said this, just as a way of making herself seem less vulnerable - he wasn’t falling for it. ‘Drink up,’ he said, tipping her glass toward her lips. She looked nervous. She should be. He was going to have his way with her and she didn’t even know it yet. He moved in, guiding her toward the dance floor with his arm around her waist as he deposited his glass on a nearby table. She pretended to resist his advances, but he was wise to that too.

‘I ... I really am waiting for someone,’ she said, trying to pull away from his grasp.

‘Guess what?’ He grinned. ‘I’m already here.’ He didn’t normally come on quite so strong at first, but something was needling him. A need to prove to himself just how dominant he was. How much in control he was. He practically poured the cocktail down her throat before taking her glass from her and swinging her around, his arms wrapping around her. She tried pushing him away - as they sometimes did - and then she grew angry.

‘Get off me!’ She shouted above the music. Pulling her arm free, she slapped him across the face.

‘Woah!’ He laughed, seeing the people around them taking notice. ‘I was just trying to have some fun. I’m sorry you’re so uptight.’ He let go of her, watching her scurry away into the crowd. He shrugged, deciding to have another drink and slow things down a little. He had all night, there was no need to rush.

Two more whiskys and he was getting ready for round two, and this time he’d play things a little smarter. The barman tugged at his shirt, holding out a drink. ‘I’m fine.’