Werewoman

2 new Bloggers

2011-07-30T16:23:00.000-07:00

2 new blogger for yous have been added to my links Angus Backburner and RoadEnds TG. Both have been on Yahoo Groups and have alot of good caps (werewoman caps aswell)

Enjoy
Chebzy xxxx

A weremistress is born

2011-04-16T16:13:00.000-07:00

Alectra Playgrounds has posted the 2nd part of The Werewoman and i must say im enjoying it alot.

The Weremoman Sequel: A weremistress is born

enjoy
chebzy xxx

2011-04-06T15:22:00.000-07:00

Very good cap from

Erica Eden's TG Caps & Vids

Chebzy xxx

Knight's TG Caps

alectraplaygrounds

A quick thank you to Maco for sending me a link

Enjoy

Chebzy xxx

My chest is on fire

2011-03-20T18:44:00.000-07:00

Nice little animated cap for you all

http://www.phlick.net/lib/details.php?image_id=3355&sessionid=60eee40ad50da8bad0e9af597dbc8c9b

Chebzy xxxx

Blogger Werewoman links

2011-03-20T18:37:00.000-07:00

Hi all
I got some links for you all

Smitty's TG Caps

A Nony Moose's TG Captions

Lady in my Dreams

Crystal Winters TG Captions

Chebzy xxxx

Roadendstggarden2 Werewoman update

2010-12-01T13:21:00.000-08:00

A few new werewoman caps on Roadendstggarden2 Yahoo Group site

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Roadendstggarden2/

Enjoy
Chebzy xxx

Smitty's TG Caps

2010-10-26T15:18:00.000-07:00

Some very very good werewoman captions on this blog plus alot more. Fingers crossed we see more :)

http://smittysimon.blogspot.com/?zx=6bcea78e81d9e0c9

Chebzy xxx

Curse of the Black WereWoman

2010-10-26T15:15:00.000-07:00

A small video i found on my travels

http://www.mefeedia.com/watch/31082842

Enjoy
Chebzy xxxx

Night Shift

2010-10-14T14:48:00.001-07:00

For you all enjoy

Chebzy xxxx

The Power of the Wereman

2010-05-03T14:59:00.000-07:00

Hi all

Found a very good Werewoman caption on A Nony Mosse's TG Captions . Love the new twist that he has put on it.

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__TppbGOPoGg/S98qmGlqSzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pl1IYXgHEOs/s1600/power_of_the_wereman.jpg

Enjoy
Chebzy xxxxx

The Werewif Update

2009-12-02T13:22:00.000-08:00

Hi all
Its that time of the month again and a new update to the comic The Werewif

http://www.gwydhar.com/comics/werewif/index.shtml

Enjoy
Chebzy xxx

Werewoman Interactive Story

2009-11-30T06:29:00.000-08:00

Hi all
Found this little interactive stroy online . It's short the now but I hope it will get bigger soon.

Enjoy
Chebzy

http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1526954-Curse-of-the-Werewoman

I was a teenage werewoman

2009-08-29T09:20:00.000-07:00

Hi all
Another pis from deviant art this time from Sireontip

Enjoy
Chebzy xxxx

Werewoman/wolf TG&TF DeviantArt

2009-08-29T09:12:00.000-07:00

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Hi all :)
Finding it hard to find new werewoman stuff but found this little jem with some TF from Hipper Reed's Deviant Art site. Hoping to find some more pics soon .

Chebzy xxx

New Werewoman Handbook 1-3

2009-08-02T08:46:00.000-07:00

This story was found on one of my trips on Yahoo Groups

Enjoy
Chebzy xxx

This has to be the worst day ever. I start out by running late for work with no time for breakfast. I'd been kept awake all week by strange dreams, and today it caught up to me. I underwhelmed a valuable client, my boss and some co-workers during a really important presentation because I felt so distracted. All day I just couldn't focus on my work, and every time I tried my thoughts wandered back to those dreams.

Arriving home, I noticed that my front door was wide open. “Great now I've been robbed.” I thought as I cautiously pushed the door fully open. My place looked fine, and taking inventory of my valuables it appeared as though nothing was missing or out of place. That's when I noticed the note on the coffee table by the remote.

Hello Aaron,
It's Heather from last month, remember me?
Well after tonight I promise you'll never forget.
Now don't you worry, I didn't steal anything.
I broke in to give you a gift, believe it or not.
It's on the bed in your room, now run along
and claim it.

P.S. If I were you I'd stay in tonight

Of course I remembered Heather, I had been dreaming about her all month! I dreampt of two women making love, one of them Heather, the other unidentified. At some point in the recurring dream I realized that the girl opposite Heather was me.

Still I hadn't heard a thing from her since, and the meaning of this note was rather puzzling. I half expected her naked on my bed and waiting as I entered my bedroom, instead all I saw was a big book with a black cover. Written in big white letters across the cover, New Werewoman Handbook.

Opening it up to the table of contents, I read through the chapter titles to see if I could decipher any meaning. Each was followed by a brief description.

___________________________________________________________________________________

Chapter 1: What is a Werewoman?

Many people know a werewoman is a man who transforms into a woman during the full moon. But there is so much more to it. Chapter 1 examines the werewoman lifestyle, both the good and the bad.

Chapter 2: How Does One Become a Werewoman?

Some men are born predisposed to becoming werewomen, others become werewomen through fluid exchange with an active werewoman. In chapter 2, learn the many ways to trigger this condition.

Chapter 3: Early Symptoms of Infection

So you think you're becoming a werewoman? Chapter 3 covers the symptoms experienced by werewomen during incubation, the period between contraction and their first transformation.

Chapter 4: Your First Transformation

Will it hurt? How long will it take? When will I change back? The first change can be confusing if you're not prepared, Chapter 4 addresses some common questions surrounding this right of passage.

Chapter 5: Learning to Read Your Body

Your new body, it's shape and size reveals much about a new werewoman. In Chapter 5 learn to read the signals that your new body is sending, and learn what to expect from your present condition.

Chapter 6: The Lunar Cycle and You

All werewomen have varying degrees of control and sensitivity, but only 1% can resist the call of the full moon. In Chapter 6, the role of the moon in our transformation is discussed in detail.

Chapter 7: Changing Outside the Moon

Why am I changing when the moon isn't full? Chapter 7 focuses on transformations that occur at times when the moon is not full. Learn how to prevent an unwanted transformation, or cause one for fun.

Chapter 8: Conclusion

There are different types of werewomen, and this book tries to cover them all. In Chapter 8 we revisit what we've learned and put it all together to answer the question, “What kind of werewoman am I?”

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I finished the table of contents laughing out loud, this had to be some kind of joke. I've never heard of a werewoman, and this book seemed to imply that I am one. What a crock, some present, the day just keeps getting worse. I carelessly set the book down on my shelf and headed towards the kitchen.

Removing my blazer and tie, I hung them on a kitchen chair and undid my top collar button. Starting my oven, I tossed in a frozen pizza for dinner. 'Should be ready once I'm out of the shower.' I thought as I headed towards my bedroom.

Thumbing through my closet I settled on some sweatpants and a clean t-shirt. Tomorrow being another big day, I really needed to relax this evening. Turning towards the bathroom, the fading light of a setting sun caught my eye through the window. It reflected off the glossy cover of that strange Werewoman book I had set down earlier.

Gliding down the hall towards my bathroom, unfastening my belt and kicking off my shoes as I went, I felt a faint arousal building within me. The feeling seems to be different than the usual urgent need for relief centered around my penis. Instead it covered a million little points all over my body. “Heh, probably a drug flashback from my partying days.” I quipped. That could explain why I was so out of it at work today.

Spinning the knob in the direction of 'hot' I finished disrobing and stepped through the curtain. The pleasant feelings I had experienced in the hall intensified as the hot water hit my comparatively cool skin. Moaning in response, I found myself making a noise I never had before and it frightened me a bit. As I lathered up with the soap, the pleasure increased. Running my sudsy hands across my body, I became aware of how smooth my skin felt compared to normal. This development would normally alarm me, but I found myself not caring.

I was rock hard now, and even though I had not touched myself in that particular spot my arousal continued to increase. I found myself circling both palms around my nipples, for some reason it felt really good. Then I remembered the pizza. I had to get down to business here, get clean and get out or it would burn. Mustering my willpower, I peeled my hands off my chest and reaching up to grab the shampoo.

Wait a tic? Reaching up? Usually I reached down to get my hair product. Taking note of my surroundings, I noticed that the ceiling seemed farther away from my head, looking down, the floor seemed closer too. That confirmed it, I'm shrinking fast, something strange is happening to me, and the pizza can wait.

My body now tingling in places I never knew existed, I let out another series of involuntary moans of ecstasy. The tingles centered around my erect member, and that's where my eyes went. It began to throb and shrink as I watched in horror.

Reaching a hand down to confirm what my eyes registered, the pleasure overload nearly made me jump out of my skin. Pleasure like I'd never known coursed through me the second my hand brushed against it. This only seemed to hasten the shrinkage. In a moment it was gone.

As lost in pleasure as I was, memories of the strange book came flooding back.

“A werewoman is a man who transforms into a woman during the full moon.”

“Some men are born predisposed to becoming werewomen, others become werewomen through fluid exchange “

“So you think you're becoming a werewoman?”

The passages I'd laughed at earlier flooded my memory as if to mock me in return. Then I remembered the Heather's note.

“P.S. If I were you I'd stay in tonight”

Ripping open the shower curtain, I exited the comfort of the hot water for the cool air outside. The pleasant feeling continued unabated, if anything increasing in response to the new environment. Glancing in the mirror, I could see that I was much shorter and my skin far softer and entirely hairless. Where once my manhood had been, there was nothing but a vertical slit atop a subtle mound. It appears that I am now a 'her.'

Stumbling forward towards the door, I could feel my hips widening as my waist pinched in giving me an hourglass figure that became more pronounced with every step. Balancing was hard. By the time I reached the door my inflating ass jiggled behind me each time my foot hit the floor. And still the pleasurable feelings washed over me like rolling waves.

Twisting the knob, I spilled out into the hall landing on my hands and knees. I felt my chest wobble, and another strange sensation as my newly enlarged nipples stiffened in the cool air. “No God, pleeeeassssse No, not breasts!” I protested to the almighty. My girly voice stunned my ears, and my left hand cupped my mouth in disbelief. My lips felt fuller beneath my small and dainty hand.

I knew the lumps on my chest weren't going to get any smaller. They were going up and out, tugging ever more on my chest and back. I crawled helplessly towards my bedroom door, my hair beginning to tickle the back of my neck. As one hand led the other down the hall, my enlarging breasts wobbled up and down, to and fro. They seemed to move with me. I entered my bedroom to see a newly risen full moon staring through my window, I was mesmerized by it's beauty.

The intense arousal coursing through me reached crescendo as I suddenly became aware of the moisture beading up on my new womanhood. It dribbled down the side of my inner thigh as my new equipment erupted in pleasurable contractions. Right there, in the middle of my first female orgasm, I realized that the New Werewoman Handbook I had received from Heather was no joke.

As I recovered from the change, I realized I'd be referring to the Handbook quite a bit in the immediate future. Gathering my strength I stood up in front of the mirror, well pleased by what I saw.

My self exploration was suddenly cut short by a scent I was none too happy to inhale. Burning pizza...dammit.

What happens next?

I could scarcely believe what happened to me, but fighting the fire in my kitchen stole top priority.

Tearing my eyes away from the mirror, I turned and sprinted back towards my kitchen. I managed to keep myself upright easily now, since the change has passed. Still, my locomotion now entirely different, every movement of my body invaded my conscience thoughts.

On my chest, two ample breasts are swinging wildly, rising up together and then swinging down and to the side with each stride.

Wider hips gyrating in a manner entirely foreign made finding my new center of gravity tricky.

It was unnerving how much I enjoyed the jiggle in my rump, rising and falling gently as I hit my stride.

Between my legs, I felt the lips of my moist lotus patch rubbing together with each movement of my long and smooth, hairless legs.

But there was no little 'fire-man' bobbing up and down, no 'coin purse' bouncing around down there. This absence was the most distracting of all.

As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I slammed on the breaks and assessed the situation. The smoke was still thin and the pizza had only just begun to burn. No need for the fire extinguisher thank goodness. Slowly approaching the oven, I seemed to glide across the linoleum, my hips popping with every step. The bobbing on my chest was less intense too. The closer to the oven I got, the sexier my walk became.

'Was I doing that intentionally?' I thought to myself turning the oven knob to off. My train of thought derailed as the smoke alarm began to sing its obnoxious tune. Reaching up to unhook it, my diminished height again became apparent. I quickly fetched a chair to stand on.

Then, using an pot holder, I opened the oven and removed the burnt-up train-wreck of a pizza. I slid the cheesy nightmare into a black hefty bag, crisis averted and one problem solved. If only my other 'problem' could be solved so swiftly.

Hitting the exhaust fan as I exited the kitchen, I began to saunter off down the hall to my bedroom. 'Time to see what that book has in store for me.' my inner monologue began. The bobbing of my new wobbly bits quickly cut into my thoughts again, and once again without realizing it I was walking in an incredibly seductive manner. Like an uber-feminine super model.

I couldn't seem to help it though, even being aware of it did nothing to prevent my erotic gait. Deciding to go with it, I at last admitted to myself that I did in fact feel sexy. And look sexy. Why not walk sexy too?

'Back in my bedroom, I drew the curtains shut and picked up the 'present' Heather had left. I sat on my bed, still unmade from my morning rush, propping up my body with pillows. With the book in my lap, I opened the cover and glanced downwards towards the words on the page.

It was hard to look past the amazing breasts I'd just grown. I was so fond of breasts and even with my very own set that fondness had not diminished. The new parts between my legs reacted to the sight of them heaving with each breath, and bobbing with every motion I made no matter how small. Quickly realizing that I was turning myself on, I closed the book and set it down. “To hell with this book for now, I need to get a better look at myself.” I said to the empty room.

Standing in front of my mirror, still unclothed, I examined myself head to toe. Waving at my reflection, a beautiful brunette waved back. Tossing a stray lock of shoulder length chestnut brown hair aside, I watched my reflection do the same. The motion was so feminine and demure that it made me laugh, and as my lips curled up into a smile so did 'hers.'

Full cupid bow lips adorned my softer, rounder face. “Great bone structure” I whispered in a breathy tone, noting my high cheek-bones. My proud roman nasal bridge had also been replaced by a cute-as-a-button nose. I now possessed a perfect balance of feminine facial features. My jawline too was diminished, but most striking of all was the change to my eyes. Where once they had been a dark brown, now my irises now glowed an emerald green. Just like Heathers.

My eyes traveled downwards, and I drank in my slender female frame. Narrow shoulders, a shorter rib cage, wider hips, long smooth legs. And who could forget the chesticles? No one could at their formidable size. Being somewhat of a breast connoisseur, I pegged them as being between a full 'C' and a light 'D' cup. They hung there like twin pendulums upon my once flat and muscular torso. As frightening as it was, I was overcome by an odd calm.

With the calmness spreading over me, I was emboldened to glance lower. I sat in front of the mirror, spreading my legs and revealing the reflection of my new vagina to my eyes. Slightly obscured by a light brown fur, I traced it's outline with my index finger relishing the sensation. It looked very neatly groomed and well organized, the folds of skin forming a perfect pink canyon. With great daring, I separated the petals of my new flower to reveal it's inner glory.

Being a healthy heterosexual male, I had been up close and personal with my share of bearded clams. But there was something about this one in particular, not only was it mine, it was also the picture of feminine perfection. Blushing pridefully, I became aware of how easily my probing fingers slid across the surface of the smooth and sensitive pink skin. As if by magic, tiny beads of lubrication materialized on the surface of my 'lady' coating my finger in its musk.

If I didn't turn back soon, I'd be right back where I started writhing in ecstasy on my bedroom floor. Cautiously I let my finger travel to where the sidewalk ended, the crease at the top. As I pressed on it lightly, a small pink hood folded back to reveal a glistening bean. It was all that was left of my once mighty penis, a tiny pencil eraser sized clit.

The sensation from gently handling it sent electric shocks throughout my body. The feeling was far more rewarding than handling my ole' prick had ever been. But just as I started to get carried away into pleasure-land, my thoughts returned to the book once more. As curious as I was to feel the way I had made other women feel, to dance the dance of a female orgasm, I was even more driven to find out what this werewoman business was all about. And that book promised answers.

Loathing the thought but recognizing it's necessity, I covered my nudity with a work shirt hanging in my closet. It hung about me like a dress, covering all of the distracting parts of my new anatomy. Normally hanging 4 inches or so beneath the belt line, the shirt now covered me from neck to knee. Some quick math confirmed that I was nearly a whole foot shorter.

Reluctantly I returned to my cozy nest of pillows and blankets atop my messy bed, and opened the cover of the New Werewoman Handbook once more.

“Chapter 1” I said aloud to my imaginary audience, continuing on in silence...

What Happens Next?

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 providing some basic history. I 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 a witch's power 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 this 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. 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 may 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...

The Werewif

2009-07-13T12:09:00.000-07:00

Hi all again
Found a good online comic called The werewif written by Michael Wakcher and Gwydhar Bratton . The site is updated every month when there is a full moon. You will also find the link on the new links section .

Enjoy

Chebzy xxx

Bed time story's

2009-07-12T15:29:00.000-07:00

Some light reading for you all that i have found .

Enjoy
Chebzy xxx

The Werewoman Chronicles 1: Life's A Bitch
by: Deane Christopher

road ends tg garden 2

2009-07-12T13:11:00.000-07:00

Hi again , some more caps for all you werewoman fans from the Yahoo group site Road Ends Tg Garden 2 . Hope you enjoy

Chebzy xxx

Doggers Were-Babes part 2

2009-07-07T14:07:00.001-07:00

Chebzy xxx

Doggers Were-Babes

2009-07-07T13:55:00.000-07:00

Some more old caps from my old Yahoo site . This time from
a user called Dogger . I enjoyed reading his caps and I hope yous to.

Chebzy xxx

Some old caps

2009-07-01T16:00:00.000-07:00

To start the ball rollong i have some old captions for my old Yahoo groups site http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thewerewoman/

Enjoy
Chebzy xxx

Welcome

2009-07-01T12:41:00.000-07:00

Hi my name is Chebzy and welcome to my blog for the fascination of Were-woman captions, pictures, videos, comics and much much more. Hopefully in the future i wish to use this blog to create a site for myself and other people who like me are interested in the fantasy of physical changing under the glow of a full moon in to a woman.

But before i go on i have to apologize for my poor grammar and spelling due to the fact my 1st language is not English .

Chebzy xxx

Werewoman

2 new Bloggers

A weremistress is born

The Weremoman Sequel: A weremistress is born

Erica Eden's TG Caps & Vids

More Blogger Werewoman Links

Knight's TG Caps

My chest is on fire

Blogger Werewoman links

Smitty's TG Caps

A Nony Moose's TG Captions

Lady in my Dreams

Crystal Winters TG Captions

Roadendstggarden2 Werewoman update

Smitty's TG Caps

Curse of the Black WereWoman

Night Shift

The Power of the Wereman

The Werewif Update

Werewoman Interactive Story

I was a teenage werewoman

Werewoman/wolf TG&TF DeviantArt

New Werewoman Handbook 1-3

The Werewif

Bed time story's

road ends tg garden 2

Doggers Were-Babes part 2

Doggers Were-Babes

Some old caps

Welcome