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Being Tanda by Mona Lisa
A smile crept across Tim's face as his computer made the connection. "Welcome to FurryMUCK" scrawled across the screen. For the past several months, Tim had been living here, on this screen, during his time away from his job as a filing clerk for a local software company. He ate dinner at the computer, and even had the computer at his bedside. He was addicted. Addicted to being Tanda.
He was an average looking guy, he pretty much blended in with his cubicle walls at work. No one really ever noticed him these days. Except online. As Tanda, he could be... captivating. She was clever and witty, beautiful and sexy, social and outgoing. Online he could take his time wording her responses and he never stuttered or mumbled. And he had no social fears, because he was always anonymous. He could make her description whatever he liked. She was a dainty white tiger lady with sexy curves. She wore a tight and revealing dress with a hole in the back for her long fluffy striped tail.
This evening was much like any other. As Tanda, he spent some time in a social area, chatting with anyone and everyone, being her usual entertaining self. Eventually Tanda paired off with someone, this time it was Silvercat, and they went into a private room and enjoyed some private time together.
Silvercat was one of the first characters Tim had met as Tanda. He was a panther-like humanoid with silvery fur, thus his name. She met him the first day she was created. Silvercat was always courteous, and before long they were more than just friends, but lovers. Tim was embarassed the first time, as he had rather limited real life experience, especially from the female perspective. He only knew what he had seen in the few adult pics and videos he had stumbled across online. Silvercat was patient and seemed to have plenty of knowledge. It certainly wasn't the last time they did it. Tim enjoyed the thrill not only of the act itself, but also of the subterfuge.
When Tim finally logged off, it was 3 am. He had really enjoyed the attention that night. He thought about the morning and how little sleep he'd get before having to head off to work. Back to boring reality where he was just Tim the filing clerk. He thought about his evening as Tanda. Her life was fun, she always had the attention of everyone in the room. She was everything he wasn't. Just before he fell asleep he whispered to no-one in particular, "I wish I could always just be Tanda."
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Tim woke up abruptly to his alarm clock radio blaring David Bowie's voice, "Ch-ch-changes... gonna have to be a different man" He rolled over in bed, very groggy. Something was not right. Everything seemed tickly, and he was particularly uncomfortable for some reason. It was still early morning. A little bit of predawn light seeping between his blinds made a dim shadow of his computer monitor.
His blankets were wadded up unceremoniously at the end of the bed. He was usually bundled, as his rented room was almost always quite cold. But this morning he felt quite warm. His pajamas itched something fierce, which shouldn't happen... they were soft flannel. His bed even seemed bigger. What was going on, he wondered, am I really that tired?
"I said that time may change me, but I can't trace time" sang Bowie. Tim reached out to turn off the radio and as he did so he felt an odd tickle. He opened his eyes and in the dim light saw a black and white striped arm in front of him covered in thick fur. The hand was dainty and the fingers slender and delicate. And it was obeying his commands! He watched as it flicked off the alarm and felt the strange tickle again as the fur brushed against the bed. It was his own arm he saw. He brought the hand closer to examine it. It was lightly furred in white as well, with a light pink cat claw on each finger in place of fingernails. He flexed the fingers and watched the claws retract and extend. He knew that hand.
He sat up in bed and saw tiny stripey furred feet peeking out of his now much too long pj bottoms, as long blonde hair fell around his neck. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He leapt up out of bed, went out into the hall and rushed to the mirror in the bathroom. In the reflection looking back at him he saw HER, dressed in his pjs. Tanda, just as he had described her on FurryMUCK. Except incredibly real. He stared at the image in disbelief. Luxurious striped fur covered a curvacious body. Two lovely tiger ears poked up through her shoulder length golden blonde hair. The face was youthful and mostly human, but furred with black stripes on the cheeks, a black nose tip and beautiful blue eyes. His soft flannel pajamas hung loosely on her smaller frame, but were a bit tight across her bosom and hips. He twisted around and could see her tail reflected in the mirror. HIS tail! He just couldn't believe it. He couldn't decide whether to be frightened, exuberant or turned on. She WAS very sexy. But she was him! Tim, now suddenly Tanda. What happened?
He remembered his incredible evening online last night and his subsequent wish. Was this a dream? He reached behind himself and grabbed the tail poking up out of his pjs. Ow! Not only did it feel real, but he could feel himself grabbing the tail. Suddenly he realized that the uncomfortable sensation he'd been feeling since he woke up was that the pj bottoms were constricting her tail. His tail! He pulled the pjs and boxers down to free his tail and blinked, seeing that certain pieces of equipment were totally missing, with a shapely mound in their place. He was not a he anymore. He reached down to his furred crotch, feeling underneath the fur a gentle mound of feminine flesh he had only ever imagined. It was so soft!
There was a rough knock on the door. Tim (Tanda?) nearly leap out of his pjs, jostled out of his reverie.
"Hey Tim, some of us need the bathroom too," came the voice of Mick, one of his housemates.
"Um, I'll just be a minute," Tim said, not recognizing his own voice. It was soft and clear and much higher pitched. A far cry from his usual mumbled and very bland voice.
There was a pause outside. "Um... sorry miss. Take your time. My name's Mick, I live in the room across the hall. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you."
What a change! Mick always gave Tim a hard time. Stomped all over him, really. He got a little thrill realizing that Mick was being nice to him because he was now Tanda. A wry thought came to him, he might be nice because of the voice, but what would seeing him like this do? He'd probably be totally freaked out! Or worse, totally attracted to Tanda's body. Either way, he didn't want to risk it.
He pulled his pjs back up and tucked his tail in a bit more carefully. It was uncomfortable, but would have to do. He looked around the room for something to wear. In his panic he hadn't thought of an escape plan when coming INTO the bathroom. He saw his white terrycloth robe hanging there and grabbed it. Furred feet poked out underneath, but what could he do? Maybe Mick wouldn't notice. He wrapped his head in a towel, obscuring his face and tucking in his ears. Well, that was uncomfortable! But it would have to do.
He tried to sneak out of the bathroom, covering everything but his eyes and feet with the robe and towel. Mick was still right there.
"Hey, um..." Mick was saying.
Tim didn't want to hear him finish and he went straight down the hall to his room. "Excuse me," Tim couldn't help saying in a lovely soprano as he had to literally dodge around the surprised Mick.
"...cute slippers," Mick finished as Tim vanished into his room. "Hey Tim, who's the lovely lady?" Mick was knocking on the door.
Tim grimaced, shaking the towel off his head. Lovely lady? Mick couldn't have even seen anything, so why would he say that? What should he say? He couldn't respond as Tim, not with this new voice! Thinking quickly he responded, "Shh, he's still sleeping." Again came that lovely voice... Coming from his own mouth.
"Don't worry, Tim sleeps like the dead," Mick chuckled.
Mick just wouldn't leave him alone, what was he going to do? Thinking back to online... what was his best weapon against unwanted male attention as Tanda? Ah, right. Declaration of intent towards another male.
"Not while I have anything to say about it he doesn't, now go away," Tim responded in Tanda's soft voice.
Tim couldn't tell if Mick was choking or trying to hold back laughter, but it was getting quieter, as if Mick were walking away. It must have worked, he thought. He had a twinge of anger that his love life, or lack thereof, was being so openly mocked by Mick, but that was quickly overcome by a mix of confused feelings as he contemplated his situation.
What about now? Would his social life be all that better? He hadn't had a girlfriend since third grade, when his parents got him glasses. Then his dad got a job out here in California and he found himself having to make all-new friends in a strange town. It didn't help that he'd always been particularly shy, but now most anyone would think him a freak. He'd often imagine what it would be like to actually BE Tanda, but now it was true!
He locked the door, then tossed off the robe and towel. These pjs tickled so much and were far too warm! Why did he want her to have long fur? He stripped off his pjs and boxers and looked at himself. Her body was perfect, more beautiful than he had imagined. He gently smoothed out the fur, enjoying the feeling of not just the fur, but of having the fur stroked. That was nice. He reached down and gently petted the shapely feminine mound there, amazed at the soothing and yet exciting sensations. Enraptured in the slowly building pleasure, he sprawled out on the bed, tail down between his legs. With his other hand he stroked his breasts, feeling the pert nipples hidden under the long fur. They were so sensitive! He quickly came to a climax, unable to contain the intense thrills of this female body for long.
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He lay in bed, letting the alien waves of pleasure wash over him over and over again. As they began to fade, he realized he had no idea how long he had been laying there. He looked at the clock. 8:15! He was supposed to be at work already! Well, he certainly couldn't go like this. That was totally out of the question. Maybe he could send a quick email.
Tim booted up his computer, noticing the sheets underneath him were soaked with feminine juices. He was glad he'd grabbed a towel. He attempted to clean himself up with it as the computer booted up. He was going to need a shower.
Tim fired up his email client. "I'm not feeling like myself today", Tim typed in an email to his boss. Thank heaven for the internet! Obviously there was no way he could call in on the phone. He chuckled ironically. What am I going to do staying home? Get on FurryMUCK? But how could I go out like this? He looked at his shapely and furred body. Then he added, "Hopefully I'll be okay tomorrow." Though he wasn't sure he really WANTED to change back. He sent off the email. Was there some way he could stay Tanda? He couldn't go back to work. Even the Equal Employment Opportunity Act wouldn't cover turning into a totally different species, not to mention the strange looks he'd get. He could certainly find employment at a circus, but that thought did not appeal to him.
Suddenly his Instant Messenger popped up. "Hello Tanda!" it said. How did... Oh right, he had left his IM set to Tanda's account last night, and it had automatically logged in when he booted up. He had an IM account set up for her as well as email, a website, and even a blog. Not only did it help maintain the illusion for Tanda's longtime friends, but it provided other outlets for Tim to be Tanda.
It was Silvercat, aka Jwdsn12. "What are you doing home?" asked Silvercat.
What indeed, thought Tim. He typed, "I'm having a really weird day and can't go in, I might lose my job."
"That's terrible! What happened? Having a pretty bad day?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Tim lied. Other than his now uncertain future and maybe getting hit on by his awful housemate, the day hadn't been all THAT bad. At least he's not at work.
"You live in San Francisco, right?" Silvercat had pestered Tim about Tanda's real life location before, and Tim had said she lived in the city just because he was familiar with it, and because Silvercat already had figured out Tanda's time zone.
"Umm yeah," Tim typed, not sure where this was going.
"Okay! I live in Palo Alto, not so far away. I happen to have the morning off, let's go do something to lift that mood up. Get your mind off your troubles."
Tim was floored. He hesitated, unsure what to say. Well, he'd known Silvercat for a few years now... And he'd always been a nice guy. He was going to have to trust SOMEONE and Silvercat was probably as close as he had to a best friend right now. Besides, he'd been wanting to meet Silvercat, but he never had the guts to tell him he was really a guy. And who would more easily accept him in this form but Silvercat? "Sure," he typed. His finger lingered over the enter key. Did he really want to do this? Well he couldn't very well stay cooped up inside all day. Sent!
"Fantastic," Silvercat replied, "I can pick you up in about half an hour or so... I think... where do you live, exactly?"
Tim smirked, Silvercat might've been surprised to meet me yesterday and see I was actually a guy, but today will certainly be a surprise! He gave his address, adding, "Just park out front, I'll come out and meet you." Tim looked out the window and saw that Mick's motorcycle was gone.
"So... What do you look like?" Silvercat inquired.
"You've read my @description, you know what I look like."
"Yeah, but what about IRL," Silvercat inquired. Tim grinned. He already knew Silvercat was asking what he looked like in real life. But his @description now matched that perfectly.
"You'll just have to see."
"I mean... Are you a girl? Because if you aren't, that's okay, we can still go hang out, I just want to prepare myself. Nothing wrong with saying what you look like, right? I mean, I'll find out soon enough."
"Exactly, you'll find out soon enough. Oh, I need to shower first, so give me an hour?" Tim typed, suddenly realizing.
"An hour? Heh, maybe you ARE a girl. Alright, see you then."
Tim logged off and pulled the robe on, glad Mick was gone. He hopped in the shower and grimaced at the strange sensation of having wet fur. He shampooed his furred body, ending up using far more shampoo than usual. He even had to shampoo his hair twice, as he wasn't used to it being so long and thick. He accidentally got shampoo in his ear, and THAT was unpleasant. Washing his TAIL was certainly different as well. Halfway through, the drain was clogged with fur, and he had to scoop it out.
He tried to dry off with a towel, but with little luck, getting wet fur all over the towel. Good thing Mick has a hairdryer, he thought, because I'm gonna need it. He plugged it in and after what seemed like forever, he got his new body dry. He looked at himself in the mirror and laughed! He was a giant ball of fuzz. A kinda sexy ball of fuzz. He rummaged through the drawers and found a brush (he usually only used a comb) and worked at getting his fluffy fur to behave. Just as he thought he had it mostly tamed, there front doorbell rang. Ack!
He ran to his room (not even bothering with the robe) and shouted, "Just a minute!" at the front door with his girly voice.
Out on the porch, Jeremy (Silvercat) grinned. The voice and tardiness clinched it, Tanda's a girl. You really never know with these online meetings. He heard her shout and listened to her scampering across the house, then he tried the front door. It was unlocked. As he opened it, he heard a door slam elsewhere in the house. He walked into the front room and took a seat on the couch.
In his room, Tim was panicking. He was certain he had heard the front door open, Mick must have left it unlocked. He took a deep breath and laughed a bit to himself, "Okay girl, we invited him, and it's not like he's a total stranger. Now to find some clothes... Oh." Tim froze. He's going to need to make room for a tail.
In the front room, Jeremy lounged, looking at the magazines. Huh, no Cosmo or other fashion mags, he thought. Maybe she just wasn't a magazine reader. Motorcycle magazine? PC Now? Is that a Games Games Games mag over there? He wondered if any were hers.
Just as he was about to pick up the magazine to check the recipient, he heard a door down the hall open. Jeremy looked up just as she walked into the room wearing baggy green shorts rolled up with her tail poking out through a hole in the back, a tan tshirt tied at the waist, and blue sandals on her furry feet. He dropped the magazine and his jaw in stunned silence. She was exactly as her description said she was... but words could not compare to the reality. It had to be a costume, but... it looked too real, the way her tail swished behind her nervously. She bit her lip and he realized she was waiting for him to say something.
"You're... really a tiger girl," he fumbled with the words, "that can't be a costume."
Tanda smiled. "No costume, it's real." She walked forward and swished her tail in front of Jeremy, "See? Feel it."
Jeremy grimaced, a little reluctant to touch the proffered tail, afraid it would break the illusion. He felt the fur, and could feel the sinewy muscle underneath, "It's... you're real." He looked up at her, obviously confused.
Tim laughed to himself, smiling as he heard the giggle come out with his soft voice, "Well I'm glad you think so, I was beginning to worry I was the only one who did."
"How... is that possible?"
"Um. I'd really rather not talk about it right now."
Jeremy's mind was whirling with questions. "But you're..." he shook his head trying to think of what to say, but he could only stand up and grin, "Um, you ready to go?"
Tanda nodded. They walked to the car.
"You know, I had you figured for a guy... but you sounded so troubled, I had to help. I'm glad I was wrong." Jeremy beeped his green Civic and opened the door for Tim.
At first, Tim didn't know what to say to that. He got in the car and adjusted his tail awkwardly. Then he grimaced, "Wait, what made you think I was a guy?"
"Well, the first time we... you know... well you seemed a bit too... naïve? About female anatomy." A red blush showed under Tim's cheekfur as Jeremy went around to the other side of the car.
As Jeremy sat down he suddenly had a strange expression, "Is Tanda your real name?"
Tim blinked, "Um. Yeah." Somehow it didn't even seem like a lie. After all, he... she really was Tanda. Only the mind was Jim, and after all it was always the mind behind Tanda, right?
"Huh. Just an unusual name, that's all."
"Well I'm an unusual girl," she smiled and crossed her legs, noticing that for the first time it was actually comfortable to do so.
"There's no doubt about that." Jeremy looked at her blue eyes and soft fur. He just couldn't stop looking at her. "Um... so yeah, fun right? Nature or technology?"
"What? That's a strange question."
"Well, it determines where we go. Nature or technology?"
Tanda (he was really starting to think of himself as Tanda. After all, he'd been pretending for so long, it was so easy now to just BE Tanda.) smirked, "Alright then, nature."
"Crowded or secluded?"
Tanda eyed Jeremy, "Semi-secluded. Don't get any ideas, mister."
Jeremy laughed, "Fair enough." He started the engine and began driving.
"So where to, then?"
"You kept me hanging on your appearance, it's only fair I get my secrets."
"Alright." She looked out the window at the people they passed by. They were all humans. She wasn't one of them anymore, she thought wryly.
Jeremy snuck a glance at her during a red light. "You're driving me crazy, you know."
Tanda started, "Huh? What do you mean?"
"I've never before in my life met a real live actual furry... I hope you aren't offended by the word, it's the only one I've got... and it is all so unbelievable, but you're here and... I don't understand how it's possible."
"Oh."
They sat a while listening to the car before Jeremy said, "I'm sorry, that was really down of me. I'll attempt to be more chipper." With a wide grin, he flicked on his CD player and the Beach Boys came on.
Tanda reached over and turned it off, "I should just tell you. After all, you of everyone I know would probably understand best. I mean, it's really why I accepted your offer of aid this morning," she took a deep breath and looked at him.
Jeremy pulled over to the side of the road, turned to her and said, "You have my full attention."
She took another deep breath, then went right into it, "I haven't been totally truthful with you this morning. Last night before I fell asleep, and indeed every moment before then, my name was Tim Holton. Just an average human guy. This morning, all that had changed."
Comprehension dawned on Jeremy's face, "I'm glad I pulled over. Okay, I thought it was odd a sexy tiger girl would go online to play as herself. But that only explains half of it, you see."
"I know, I know. Believe it or not, that's the easy part to explain. All I know is I made a little wish last night, and woke up like this."
"You... just wished it? That's all?"
"Well, yeah. And now I'm going to have to put holes in the back of all my shorts."
"You seem rather resigned to being Tanda."
"Well, I did wish for it. It wasn't exactly against my will or anything."
"So you want to stay Tanda?"
"Are you offering me a choice? I wasn't aware I had one. But yes, I would love to stay like this."
"Well... ah, that explains why you couldn't go to work. What will you do?"
"If I knew that, I probably wouldn't need the distraction. No offense."
"None taken. Well that certainly clears the air. Any other confessions you need to make while we're stopped?"
"Nah, I'm good. You?"
Jeremy started up the car again and chuckled, "No, I think I'm okay for now." They drove for a while and then Jeremy said, "Still quite unbelievable, if I wasn't seeing with my own eyes..."
"Yeah."
They pulled into a small parking lot by the sea near 22nd street. Tanda laughed, "The beach, eh? The water in San Francisco's bit cold for swimming."
"Who said anything about swimming?" Jeremy got out of the car and was going around to the other side to open the door, but Tanda had already gotten out.
"Then what..." she began, then saw him coming around to open the door for her, "Oh. I didn't..."
"Chivalry isn't dead, but it may as well be."
"Sorry."
"Don't be, I just need to get faster," he grinned, "Come on, let's walk."
The beach was relatively empty, just a few people out for a morning jog. A brisk wind swept over the greenish waves as they strolled along the beach. Tanda's fur ruffled in the wind, but she didn't really feel cold, though Jeremy zipped his windbreaker closed.
"People are staring at me," Tanda said quietly after a while.
"It's because you're beautiful."
"Oh, I doubt that."
"Well your doubts are unfortunate because you are very beautiful."
"Ha ha. I meant I doubt that's the reason they're staring."
"Well it is certainly part of the reason."
"The rest of the reason being they think I'm wearing a strange costume, and don't know why I would." She grimaced and looked down at her sand filled sandals, "Well these aren't helping." She kicked them off to the side of sandy trail and kept walking. The feel of the cool sand on her feet was wonderful.
Jeremy chuckled. "So you think they'll let you keep your job?"
"You kidding? I can't go back there like this."
"Well, you'll have to put some shoes on, that's for sure. But they couldn't turn you away, that's racial discrimination, right?"
"That aside, I doubt I could prove I was the same person. I certainly don't FEEL like the same person."
A little girl and her mother were coming up a side street towards the beach. The girl broke from her mother and ran up pointing, "Kitty!" The mother rushed forward and pulled the little girl away, telling her it's rude to point all the while glaring at Tanda.
Jeremy chuckled, "Well perhaps you could get work as a mascot."
"Like for an amusement park, or sports team? How embarrassing." Tanda broke into a run down to the water, but stopped when the sand became damp.
Jeremy came jogging up a moment later, panting a bit. "Well that was unexpected."
"I feel more energetic. I... was something of a computer potato before."
More to come, but I'd love to hear your comments...