Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

A few more days passed after that and I felt refreshed like a set of fresh sheets that just got taken down from the ropes.

Clean and dry with enough life in them.

I don’t know if it had something to do with the sex I had with Noah but I have never felt any better in this shitty life of mine.

"So, what are you gonna do today?" I asked Noah as I did some stretches.

Ever since the day we had sex, Noah has been assisting me with some stretches in order for my worn-out and stiff body to finally be free.

I mean, it did help my aching back and stiff neck, but the real reason why I was going along with these stretches was that they made me feel more flexible, hehe.

Do you know what I mean?

I feel like I can spread my legs wider than I ever did before and bend over in ways I never did before.

It was just few days of stretching, excluding the day after we had sex, and I could already feel my hips adjusting to the routine.

Still, I wouldn’t stop. Not until I got used to the aching muscles on my thigh.

"Aren’t you all better now?" Noah asked as he pressed my back down slowly.

I stretched my legs sideways and stretched my arms forward while he pushed my back down, one, two, and released for me to catch my breath, repeating that action continuously.

I think they call this the hamstring stretch or the forward bend. In any case, it helped target my inner thighs and my hips which were very important to me, hehe.

Am I too old to be doing yoga flexibility stretches? Of course not.

"Why, you ask? Is it wrong to want to be flexible?" I asked him, grinning knowingly and he looked at me.

"No, but when you say stuff like that, your motive sounds very suspicious," he said and then stopped pressing me down.

I finally raised my body and sighed.

"Well," I landed backward, using my right hand for support while pulling on my collar with my other hand, sticking my tongue out as I was out of breath and in need of water. "I do have ulterior motives," I said. "Wanna hear it?"

Noah watched me for a brief moment and then looked away. I could tell he was avoiding looking at me when I was nearly exposed because he couldn’t fight the effects of his mark on me

I was like his mate or something, so the need to want to hold me and do whatever he wanted with me caused him to feel conflicted on multiple occasions.

And I wasn’t making things easier for him as I always did things to tempt him. Like right now. With sweat glistening down my body and my lips parting as I panted softly, I gave him the image of someone who wanted to be laid.

’How cute.’ I thought as I looked at him resisting the urge to look at my body. ’He can play hard to get for as long as he wants to but I will make him give in.’

I sat up straight and then said,

"It won’t do if you keep avoiding me." He was clear of what I wanted, but he was still trying to keep his dignity or something.

Why resist when he can have the fully prepared meal in front of him?

I no longer had the impression that he was doing this because he didn’t fancy the body of a man. He was just being stubborn and thinking for ’my’ good.

It’s not like I asked him to.

Seeing him resist only made me more horny by the second, and remembering the moment we spent together, I just couldn’t bring myself to remain calm.

"You know," I spoke up. "Why don’t we go out to eat dinner tonight?"

"Why?" He asked.

"Well, you know," I darted my eyes away. "It’s good to get out of the house once in a while, take in some sunlight, and take a look at the world."

I stared at him intuitively but since he couldn’t get what I was trying to do, he sighed and agreed.

"Alright." He said and got up to his feet. He reached his hand towards me to help me up and I took it, smirking as I planned to play a damsel in distress.

As soon as he pulled me up, I ’slipped’ and crashed into his body.

"Oops," I exclaimed, fawning over his body and feeling up his muscles.

Noah watched me do this and even though he knew it was part of my scheme, he endured it and said,

"Be careful,"

That was something I liked about him. That compassionate side of him that couldn’t bring him to be harsh on me no matter what I did.

Was it because I was his female? He had become more gentle with me after that time and was more attentive to me, even though he dismissed my attempts to get laid multiple times.

As he said, he was doing it for ’my’ own good.

It made me wonder if he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to hold back once he got in bed with me. Thinking about me got me riled up. To think he might desire my body so much that he fears losing control.

In any case, my body was no longer feeling like ’my’ body.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I stood in front of the mirror the other day, and I stared at my reflection.

I am a 31-year-old man who looked like he was in his early 20s all of a sudden. I don’t know how it happened but I finally get what those people meant when they said I looked younger.

I thought it was a tease but it was true.

My skin felt so much more tender and smooth. My face was more refined and clear and my eyes... They were blue, a clear deep blue.

This appearance, which I couldn’t even maintain properly in my early 20s, seemed to be more refined and... Feminine.

If I look at my hips, I can tell that they were the typical sturdy male hips I used to have.

These changes became so much more visible after Noah’s heat. Or maybe I was only just noticing them because I hardly stared at my body in the mirror.

I stared at those hips that looked suitable to carry the weight of a child and I gulped.

"Did I really become a ’female’?" I wondered out loud.