New Werewoman Handbook Pt. 3

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The New Werewoman Handbook
Part 3
by Werewomaniac

Chapter 1 had a ton of information. It began by saying, “Chances are, if you are gazing upon this book, the information within applies to YOU.” Check.

I began knowing almost nothing about werewomen, and by the end of the first chapter I knew what they were. Or rather, what I am. The author did a great job explaining our origins, and some basic history. It was interesting to read about how far back the documented cases went, more interesting still was the small section of famous werewomen throughout history.

One name in particular stood out, Ru-Paul. I knew it!

There was some mention of the powers possessed by werewomen, nothing fantastic like flying or invisibility (drat), but if the book was right I'd never be hurting for a date ever again. In either form, we werewomen seemed to be gifted with animal magnetism. I chuckled remembering the 'Kavork' episode of Seinfeld. “Great, all I need is a Latvian Orthodox priest and I'm cured!” I joked to myself. It worked for Kramer, why not me?

I was particularly fascinated by the story of the first werewoman, our Alpha mother Luna. She was the daughter of a very powerful witch at a time when practicing the black arts could get a person burned at the stake. In fact, her mother suffered this fate at the hands of the Inquisition in the seventeenth century. Luna sought a way to disguise herself, apparently she also felt the heat bearing down on her.

To accomplish this end, Luna created a spell that would disguise her as a man. After all, males were far less likely to be branded a witch. But to become a man full time would force Luna to part with her witchly powers, a sacrifice she was not willing to make. So on the nights of the full moon, when black magic is said to be most potent, Luna would don her female form and wield black magic against her oppressors.

The tale of Luna carried over into Chapter 2...

To further disguise her true identity, Luna took a wife in her male form. Her chosen bride was another witch, and their male offspring inherited their 'father's' allergy to moonlight. And so it passed from father to son over centuries uninterrupted. Occasionally, a new werewoman was 'made' by sexual contact between a male and a transformed werewoman. I reckoned that's how I came to be one. The one night stand with lovely Heather had doomed me to this life. A life that, according to the book's estimate, was only shared by about 50,000 individuals worldwide.

With no copyright date it was impossible to tell how much time had passed between that estimate and the present.

The chapter also explained another werewoman power, reading auras. Every living being has a faint energy field surrounding them. Werewomen unlike regular humans are able to gleen information from a person's aura. The readings werewomen are capable of interpreting focus on gender. Ninety percent of the time, a woman would radiate a pink aura, a man blue.

But the other ten percent of the time, the aura would read opposite. Blue for a woman, pink for a man. These readings usually came from folks that identified as trans-gendered. The book went on to describe another aura color, purple. A man or a woman with a purple energy field surrounding them was a fellow werewoman, and this information was useful for identifying ourselves to each other.

To test he information out, I approached the mirror and used the focusing technique described by the author. Incredibly, in a matter of seconds I began to perceive a faint purple glow around me. Losing my concentration, it quickly faded to nothing. 'Cool' I thought to myself, that might come in handy!

I started Chapter 3, but a few lines in I felt myself not comprehending the words on the page. I was beat. Try as I might to read on, my heavy eyelids had other plans. Within moments I drifted off to sleep, knowing the alarm clock would soon ring...

A million bright ambassadors of morning, taking the form of sun-beams, filtered through my thin bedroom curtain. Quickly recalling the events of the previous night I sat up with a jerk, patting down on my chest. It felt muscular and hard, the change must have reversed in my sleep. Any sense of relief I experienced proved to be very temporary, as a glance at the alarm clock confirmed that once again I was running late for work.

Had I not set the alarm?

'Another day, another presentation,' I thought to myself as I rushed to prepare. I was like a beheaded chicken fumbling for everything I needed for my day. I wished to God I could just call in sick, but doing so would definitely cost me my job.

Storming through my living room in the direction of the front door, I spotted a piece of paper on top of my coffee table. Another note from Heather...


Hey Aaron,

It's Heather again, I stopped by late last night to check on you.

You looked so cute curled up in bed with the 'gift' I brought over!

I was so happy to see you reading it, and I couldn't bring myself to

wake you up. I'll be by tonight about an hour after sunset.

Any earlier and you'd only recognize my aura.

See you tonight!

P.S. You should really be more careful in the kitchen.

It smells like you nearly burned this mother down!

What the hell! Not only was I being stalked by a werewoman, but it appeared she was a cat burglar to boot. How did she keep getting in here? As if being cursed wasn't bad enough, I had to deal with this mysterio nonsense. Crumbling the note, I shut my door behind me and rushed out towards work. I didn't even bother locking the door this time. There didn't seem to be much of a point...

What Happens Next?

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nice chapter

It seems Heather has a soft spot for our new werewoman.

Thanks for a well written piece. Looking forward to part 4 and beyond.

Hugs,
Trish-Ann
~There is no reality, only perceptions.~

Hugs,
Trish Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~

There are questions:

Apparently, only a werewoman in female form can initiate another werewoman, so this doesn't work on born females. However, is this contagion 100% guarantied or there is a certain chance of not initiating a male?
Next, while werewomen have no inherent powers except for charm and aura reading, do they have an aptitude for magic unusually potent compared to most people?
Also, are there werewoman hunters or weremen? And BTW, if you already haven't, check "The Wotch" webcomic, there is a bounty hunter who is a were. He/she is almost a poster child for the werewoman.

Nice story.

Faraway

Faraway


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Very interesting questions :-)

Thank you for posting!
I might poach an idea off of your list of queries to include in the story.

But to tell the whole truth, I'm not sure how to answer those questions yet. Nothing is written until it's posted, but all of your questions translate into good story ideas. The only one I can answer for sure is that any man has the potential to be a werewoman if he spends a night with the right (or wrong depending on point of view) woman. But no werewoman worth her salt would initiate an unworthy man, more on that in chapters 4 and 5. Chapter 4 just went up moments ago, and it hints at a couple of the answers you seek.

I'll have to check in over at the Wotch, thanks for the suggestion.

Sincerely,
WWmaniac

She Ought To Remember One Thing,

New deadbolts.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Lol. this is really

Lol. this is really good...

Thank you for writing,

Beyogi