Golden Lust and Emerald Love – Chapter 2: Fitting In

Part 1: http://touchfluffytail.org/?story=golden-lust-and-emerald-love-chapter-1-alp-traum

Saskia seemed to genuinely care. I was very thankful for her support, but I was sure that the worst was yet to come. My legs were still shaky after the ordeal, but they still carried me to my destination. Meekly, I knocked at the door of the local administration building. I could be anyone right now and I’d rather clear up any misunderstandings before they appear.
“Good morning, sir. I was hoping you could help me.”
A tall, moustached man sat behind the counter, smiling down at me.
“Of course, young lady! How can I help you?”
I stood there in embarrassed silence as I searched my wallet, pulling out a card and placing it on the counter.
“My ID might not be up to date anymore.”
Confused, he stared at the picture and at my face over and over. Clearing his throat in discomfort, he found his words again.
“So… uh… Miss Dylan, what would you like to change?”
The way he addressed me stung in my mind. It felt wrong and yet something inside me, something that maybe wasn’t quite me yet, told me it was right.
“I believe my new name should be… Sam…uh… Samantha. I would need to change my size and gender too though.”
The clerk scratched his head at that.
“I am afraid it won’t be that simple. You will need a new ID, Miss. By all laws and regulations, you are holding the Identification of a deceased person.” 

I had to fight back the tears as I agreed. It was like I had stopped existing, replaced by a demon who stole my name. Agonizing moments pass, as he took a photo for my new ID. Waiting for the completion of my new identity, I stared at the invalid card. Rest in peace, Samuel Dylan. While I was still being battered by an ungodly amount of conflicting feelings, the clerk returned. He held a purple ID in his hands, as it was customary for Mamono.
“Welcome to our city, Samantha Dylan. I hope you have a pleasant stay.”
The pass was smooth and rigid, bearing the face of the foreign demon I would have to live as from now on. It was oddly relieving in a way.
“Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate the help. Have a nice day.”
“Same to you, young lady.”
With a dry throat, I left the building, ready to tackle my new life head on. That’s what I wanted to believe anyway.

On my way home, I passed a new store that had just opened today. The sign showed an intimidating looking Arachne, sewing a dress with her long, spindly legs. The vibrant colors of the exhibits drew me in, and I found myself inside the large shop. Dozens of shirts, dresses, skirts and jackets lined the walls of the room, designed for Human and Mamono alike. Taking a few careful looks through the racks and bins, I picked some comfy looking hoodies to try on. My old ones were too large anyway. Satisfied with the little collection, I went to buy them before returning home.
“Hey sweetie! Are ya’ sure you wanna buy THAT?”
Surprised, I spun around, facing a large woman. Her long, blond hair framed her tanned face as she inspected me intently.
“I… Uh….”
Behind her, three more girls peeked over her shoulder to take a closer look. One of them sported long and curved horns. Her surprised look told me anything I needed to know as she put a finger over her mouth, suggesting I stay silent. She knew. The tall girl smiled at me.
“Come on! Ya soooo cute! Why hidin’? Ya never get a boyfriend like that!” My answer got stuck in my throat, as she pulled me back into the store.
“Wait…. I…”
I blushed crimson red as the gal pushed me down, the others snaking through the racks. As I saw what they picked, I only grew redder.
“Why so shy? Ya sooooo cute! Show of a lil’! It’s gonna be worth it!”
She started combing my hair, like I was some sort of dress-up doll… It was not unpleasant. I sighed in relief at the realization that I couldn’t get hard anymore. As we waited for the others to return, the first girl, sporting long, black hair and only marginally taller than me, presented a flowing, green and red dress. It looked really cute, but I never thought I would wear something like that myself. The girl then pushed me into the changing room.
“Get into it! It’s gonna look awesome!”
Knowing there was no way out of this, I had no choice than to play along, slipping into the dress. As I pulled off my shirt, I stopped for a second as I caught my breasts in the mirror. Even without much to back them up, they looked inviting and supple. I bit my lip as my hands cupped them on their own. It felt so dirty and wrong, but the sensations were almost too much to resist. Steeling my resolve, I released my hands to continue changing into the dress.

I looked like a doll in it, and the girls squealed in delight.
“Sooo adorbs’! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
The girls swooned over me, pushing and pulling the cloth in place, until they were satisfied.
“Girls! Take a look at hi-her face. It’s clear she doesn’t like that one. Why not try something else?”, the horned girl questioned as the black-haired one pouted.
“Whateva. Shaila, what did you get?”
She pointed at the next girl, clad in a school uniform and shoulder-long red hair.
“Let’s try this!”, she yelped while presenting a plain blouse and a skirt.
It was light and felt good on my skin. It hugged my minute curves quite well, and felt like it was actually acceptable. The skirt on the other hand was completely out of the question. I felt almost naked in it, shifting uncomfortably as I feared someone would peek beneath it. I held the rim of the skirt down as I exited the changing room, flushing even harder than before. The girls were all over me once again, and I did my best to hide that I was wearing men’s underwear.
“I don’t think that’s it either.”, the horned girl interjected again as her wings unfolded from her back, she was a succubus.
“How about this?”
She gave me a warm smile, winking at me as she handed me the last outfit.

Returning to the changing room, I took a look at the succubi’s choice. She seemed to understand my plight and chose something less overtly feminine. First, there was a plain black pair of ripped jeans. They were torn just enough to reveal my smooth legs but not enough for me to feel exposed. She had a good sense of proportion, as it fit me perfectly. Next, there was a red and black tank-top. It felt light and soft and covered my midsection while leaving my slender arms uncovered. I wasn’t sure if that is what I really wanted yet, but the last piece made me feel at ease. It was a light blue, denim jacket. The outfit felt not too far off from my old getup but feminine enough to not look out of place. It was perfect.
“I really like this one! Thank you…. Uhhhh.”
I felt a little bad for not having asked their names.
“Jacqueline.”, the Succubus replied.
“Call me Jacqueline.”
Thanking the girls for their help, I left them to their own shopping. Jaqueline handed me a bag of similar clothing before leaving the store, beaming at me.
“Make good use of them, sweetie. You’ll do just fine.”
I was just about to leave the store for a second time when something caught my eye. Despite my conflicting feelings, I turned around. Something was still missing. Hesitantly, I strolled over to the underwear section. I felt so incredibly out of place between so many panties and bras, but I would have to make the choice sooner or later. My eyes wandered over to the lingerie and the more risque choices. How hot would I look in any of these..? Wait! What the fuck is wrong with me? Disgusted, I took a pack of plain white panties out of a bin and headed towards the counter. I passed the bras on the way, but I probably won’t need one for now. As I finally left the store, I let out an audible sigh. Having to play dress-up with those girls was taxing enough. I really didn’t want to deal with any more of this at the moment.

Arriving back home, I really wanted nothing but to relax, but I still had the mess from last night to fix. Putting all the furniture I had pushed in front of the windows back into place was quite a chore. My parents would be upset if they were not where they were supposed to be. Oh shit, my parents… I would have a lot to explain once they returned from overseas. Thinking about how I should deliver the news, I got distracted. Suddenly, an alluring scent filled my nose, and I felt like I absolutely needed to know what it was. Following the sweet fragrance, I arrived at… my bedroom. My nose had led me to the bin next to my pc. The tissues from yesterday… I think I’m gonna be sick. I started to sweat profusely as I tried to hold in my breakfast. Disgust and fear tried to overthrow the budding arousal inside me. Yet, confusion overshadowed all of it. What am I? What am I turning into? These newfound demonic instincts kept me in a state of uncertainty. Is this really what I am about to become? Can I live with this? Should I fight it? I didn’t have any answers to all of these heavy questions in my head. I was certain, however, that I won’t know for a while. Desperately trying to clear my head, I stepped into the shower.

The warm water just made it worse. Screaming internally to stop, I started to explore my chest in detail. My fingers brushed along every bit of my supple skin, and a mixture of moans and whimpers filled the bathroom. I felt terrible and yet ecstatic at the same time. Buckling under these incredible feelings of lust and guilt, my hands involuntarily began to squeeze. I wanted to stop. I wanted to clear my head, but these foreign sensations held me in a vice-grip. I felt my nipples harden against my palms as they softly caressed the little mounds of flesh with my fingers. My mind was turning blank as the pleasure increased bit by bit. This would be okay, right? I could just do what I desire? I just had to…. NO. Violently shaking, I pulled my hands off my body which had almost snaked down to my crotch. I couldn’t fall to this. Not yet. I turned one of the dials and let the cold water batter against my skin. It was uncomfortable but just what I needed to get a grip on myself. After about a minute, I think I had calmed down enough to leave the shower. Drying myself off, I slipped into another old hoodie. No use putting on more than I really needed to since I lived alone right now. I sorted out my new outfits in the dresser and went back down to the kitchen. The day had gone past surprisingly quickly. It was probably because Jacqueline and the other girls kept me busy for a while. Taking a deep breath, I turned on the oven. I would make myself some ratatouille tonight. Searching through the kitchen, I quickly collected everything I would need. Putting the vegetables aside, I heated some oil in a pan, quickly adding some onion, garlic and peppers. The rich aroma of the sizzling sauce pushed away the lingering scent that had occupied my nostrils. I added some tomatoes and let it stir while I prepared the rest. Picking up the vegetables, a blush creeped up onto my cheeks. Of all the things I could have cooked, I had to choose the one with squashes, zucchinis and fucking eggplants. Sighing heavily, I quickly cut them into thin slices, trying to steer my thoughts to the best of my ability. My now elongated nails did nothing to make the task any easier. I laid out what I thought to be a pretty pattern of veggies in a large pan before adding the sauce. The wonderful scent made my mouth water as I covered it with tinfoil.  It had to bake for about 40 minutes, so I chose to do some research before I dig into my dinner.
Taking a seat at my PC, I started to search the internet. Why would I turn into an Alp in the first place?
“Alps are incubi that, deep within their heart, strongly desired to become a woman or be with a man.”
Bullshit! There’s no way in Hell. There had to be another reason!
Wracking my brain with questions that I didn’t think I even wanted to know the answers to, I started to look up the support group Saskia recommended. Miss Halloway apparently specialized in helping freshly baked Mamono in accepting their new self. I wasn’t sure if it would be the right place, but it was the only thing I have. Exhausted, I cleaned the plate before slamming headfirst into the bedsheets, pulling my hoodie forwards and exposing my rear. The privacy of my own home alleviated any aversion I had to it. Maybe I should have felt improper or embarrassed, but I somehow felt content as I fell asleep.

My sleep was light and filled with more lewd imagery than I’d like to admit. These new feelings even followed me into my dreams. The dampness of the bed sheets made me think that sleeping with panties on might be a good idea. After a quick shower, I hesitated on whether or not to go through with this and pick up the phone. Contemplating my decision for a couple of minutes, I chose to call Miss Halloway. There were not many alternatives at the moment.
“Good Morning! This is Veronica Halloway, psychiatrist and mamono support. How can I help you?”
Her voice caught me off guard. It was smooth as silk and somewhat hypnotizing.
“G-Good Morning. This is Sam… er.. S-Samantha Dylan. I would like to apply for the support group.”
“Oh! A new arrival to the world of mamono? Luckily, the new group will start today. There will be 6 people there, including me and you. How does 4 o’clock sound?”
I stole a glance at my phone, checking the time. It was only just past 10 AM. I was technically still out of commission after my 18th birthday, so I had no obligations any time soon.
“T-That sounds good to me. I’ll be there.”
“Alright, sweetie. Don’t feel pressured. This group is supposed to help you get used to your new life. Being a mamono comes with a lot of changes but benefits as well. Just you wait and see!”
I laughed dryly. I haven’t even met her, and I was already starting to like her.
“Thank you, I… really appreciate that. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye!”
As I hung up the phone, I felt a little relieved. Miss Halloway made me feel rather secure with just a couple of words. I think I’ll be able to get through this after all.

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