A bunch of people commented on a scene from my NaNoWriMo story about a shape-shifting detective (not an actual werewolf, but there’s similarities) either for against her choice to take off all her clothes before changing shape.
Some people, like me, would rather suffer any number of indignities than be seen naked. We don’t do nude.
In my opinion, clothes are too restrictive, you’d have to take them off first. Others said that a were would wear (Hah!) loose clothes and/or little clothes, and be able to slide out after changing.
I wrote the post-shift clothes removal story first. This is the second.
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“Look!” A man walking his dog pointed at the abandoned warehouse, a boarded up two-story building caught in some legal issues that sat slowly moldering into disrepair. At the edge of the roof, a figure stood, far too close to a long fall for comfort.
People gathered, all craning their necks upward, murmuring to each other.
“Is that a jumper?”
“How’d he get up there?”
“Is he going to jump?”
Sandra groaned, realizing no one was going to do anything. She pulled out her cell phone, which emitted a sad beep before shutting itself off from a low battery. Swearing under her breath, Sandra hurried over to her car, parked just down the block, and rummaged in the piles of text books, papers, and assorted junk for her car charger.
Not finding it, she snagged the patched and stained blanket from the floor. Perched on the edge of the back seat, feet on the ground, she draped the blanket over herself.
Underneath the blanket, she toed off her shoes, shed her straight-leg jeans and tank top, dropping them all on the seat next to her. She locked her car, double-checked that the key was on the chain around her neck, and carefully closed her car door and knelt on the ground without dislodging the blanket.
Hoping the blanket would still be there when she got back, she shifted to her other form, a shape far more suited to getting to the roof of a locked building.
A few moments later, a tawny mountain lion crawled out from under the blanket. The big cat prowled to the edge of the building where a large tree leaned towards the warehouse. The bottom branches had been trimmed to prevent someone from doing what she planned to do, but the bark provided plenty of traction for her sharp claws.
From the tree, she jumped to a boarded up window, claws scrambling over the two-by-fours before she got the traction to leap to the roof top. Spotting the man standing at the edge, peering down at the people below him, she calculated the trajectory to bring him down safely away from the edge, and leapt into motion.