fly away

Writing the "incident" off as just a dream - Shannon found it to be a better term for what happened than "transformation and indulgence in deviant yet absurdly satisfying sexual desires" - proved to be an immediate impossibility; Caitlin was positively glowing the next time she saw her.  Fortunately her transformation had been thorough enough that she didn't recognize her as being the one who visited her that night.  Either that or she was being discrete in public.

Miranda walked eagerly down the street, the brisk October wind blowing through her long, deep red hair.  She breathed in the air, sending small chills through her body, bringing a beautiful smile to her face.  She loved the autumn; the cold-but-not-too-cold air, the change of color amongst the flora, the wonderful smell of pumpkin spice everywhere you go, and, of course, the anticipation of the holiday season, which would start tonight!

Hit & Run