Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 11:44:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: All American Kitsune Part 1

Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please
do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do
so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. This is the
story of a young Japanese-American male who finds his world turned upside
down one Monday morning. If this sounds like something you want to read, be
my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to
read.

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Lincoln High School is nestled in the suburb. It's a huge complex facing a
major street that stretches for at least 16 miles. Across from it were
little shops frequented by the students there. That's my high school and I
love going there.

My name is Matthew Daisuke Kojima. Some members of my family especially my
maternal grandparents call me by my middle name. I hate trying to straddle
myself between my Japanese heritage and the American culture that surrounds
me, but I make do. I'm grateful though that I'm both fluent in Japanese and
English.

At school, I'm regarded as a very attractive guy. Girls look at me,
especially my butt which is nice and round, perfectly filling my jeans.
Even brave gay guys, actively check me out. Occasionally some friends of
mine will yell at them to stop looking at me, but I tell them to leave them
alone. If they want to ogle at me, I have no problem. However, I do have a
hands off policy.

 Making friends is easy for me. I try not to judge others and I try to get
along with everyone because I abhor bullying. There'd be a few times when
I'd have to stand up and defend someone from being picked on. Sure, I'm
smart but I'd like to see someone try to bully me. They'd find themselves
on their ass before they knew it.

My best friend overall is this guy named Zack. He has wavy blond hair. He'd
be the epitome of a surfer dude if he knew how to surf like his older
cousin from California. He's buff, gorgeous, and often I fantasize about
him when I play with myself - just two male athletes brimming with youthful
virility feeling each other sensually. We've been neighbors for as long as
I can remember. Occasionally, and when we're by ourselves and in the mood,
we'll take our cocks out and whack away together looking at each other to
get turned on.

We've seen each other naked before and it's because Zack and I wrestle for
our school whose mascot is the Centurion. However, despite our meetings to
relieve sexual tension, we have not taken things beyond that despite being
very attracted to each other. Yet, he's the kind of guy that I'd want to
get physical with, if you know what I mean. Our team knows that we're close
friends, but they are oblivious that we have the hots for each other. Our
city's quite tolerant of gay people and the neighborhood called Riverside
is known as the gay district.

You're probably thinking that I'm living a good enough life, but it's not
without its problems. Take yesterday morning for instance, a morning that I
won't forget.

On school days, except when the weather is bad or I have to stay after
school for wrestling or whatnot, I bike to school. That Monday morning I
woke up feeling groggy and achy. I got out of my bed and stretched, it
helped, but I was still feeling a little out of it. I was hopeful that a
warm shower would do the job. I turned on the light and a scream soon
filled the house. Thankfully my parents had already left or they would have
come rushing in to see what was wrong, and then they would have seen me.

At first, I thought it was some type of trick, but the figure in the mirror
was mimicking my every move. The figure was a humanoid fox, the figure was
me. That's when I screamed. Once I had calmed down, I looked over my
changed body. It was shaped the same, but my body was covered in reddish
orange fur, my palms were rough pads with fingernails now claws, my ears
were now located nearer to the top of my head, I had a snout ending in a
black nose and, if I have all this, then I also have a... I looked at my
back, my eyes traveling on downward. Yup, I have a tail. It had escaped
from the confines of my briefs and not only was it moving, but I was
feeling it move.

My eyes looked back at my chest and looked downward. My briefs were
tenting. My manhood, or I guess I should I say foxhood now, was
hardening. I pulled them down.

My dick was shaped different, slipping out of my foreskin, now a fur-lined
sheath, but it wasn't attached to my torso. Totally erect, I stepped into
the shower. I let the warm water flow on me. I took some soap and lathered
up, my soapy fur pricked up. I then applied shampoo to the top of my head
even though I didn't really have hair anymore. Oh, the fur on my head was
styled exactly like my hair, but it was fur just like the rest of me. I
rinsed off and noticed I was still hard. I admit I was turned on by my
changed body. I'm not into bestiality, but I didn't think that this would
count because it was me myself. Toweling off, a notion came to my mind. I
wasn't human. I couldn't go to school looking like this, couldn't I?

My body, sensing to my needs again, slowly went back to that of my normal
athletic 16 year old Japanese American male body. I smiled that I wouldn't
have to explain this just yet, but then I looked again. My hair, while
styled like always, was colored just like the fur I just discarded. No
matter what I did, I couldn't get it to go black. Damn! I can't take all
day to do this. I'll just have to go like this.

I went back to my room and dressed. I barely had enough time to eat a
little something. I put on my bike gear, got on my bike and sped to school
as fast as I could.

As soon as I chained my bike, the comments started coming in. "Nice hair
color Matty", "Matt, you rebel", were just a few of the comments that were
thrown my way. Even Dean Bailey got out of his chair to take a peek. Since
my hair was of a natural color, not green or blue or something like that,
he didn't pester me about it.

I headed to my locker which was located near the library. I got my things
and headed to History class with Mr. East. Zack sat next to me once he got
inside. He leaned over and asked "What did you do to your hair Matt?" I
didn't know what to say. "I'll tell you later. Not here." What else was I
supposed to say besides that? I wasn't sure why this was happening to me
and while I was going to tell my friend, school wasn't the ideal place to
make such a revelation.

The final bell rang and the morning announcements came on the TV on the
ceiling in the corner. Meh, they were okay, but I only really paid
attention when the discussion turned to sports, specifically wrestling. My
parents never could figure out why I was interested in the sport. Zack
could be to blame mostly. He was my best friend and we tried out
together. Perhaps it was David Archer, my dad's best friend.

He and my dad were neighbors and they were both the same age. Being only
children also played a factor. He was in the military for a while and then
came back to study psychology. He now works with the police department in
addition to having his own practice. When my parents went on vacation for
themselves, I stayed over at his place with him and his wife because my
grandparents were occupied with other matters. They have a 7 year old boy,
but at the time, they didn't have any kids. In a way, I'm sort of an older
brother to their son, Theodore Maxwell. I call him Max and I'm probably the
only one who does. It's most likely due to the fact that when I was his age
I was bullied by this kid name Ted.

School progressed more or less the way I expected: every now and then a
hair comment. At the end of the day, I waved Zack goodbye and told him that
I'd tell him what happened to me soon.  Once home, I changed out of my
school clothes and into more comfortable ones. I had an hour to myself so I
got started on my homework. My mind strayed occasionally to my crotch. It
was covered by my jeans, but by the way it felt in my briefs, I knew that
it wasn't human.  Soon I heard a car pull up in the driveway. It was my
mom's. I started to panic, what could I do? I considered putting a hat on
my head, but that would look stupid and besides, it'd make them
suspicious. I just accepted that they were going to ask eventually, so I
might as well get it over with.  I walked downstairs and my mom quickly
noticed my hair. "Daisuke! What did you do to your hair?" I replied back in
Japanese "Mom, I didn't do anything to it; I woke up with my hair like
this!" She then grabbed my hair and pulled my hair as if to inspect it for
lice. "Ow, ow! You're pulling my hair!" She let go and I said, "There's a
reason why my hair is like this, but can it wait until Dad gets home?" She
considered it and then said, "All right, but after supper young man. Come
to the kitchen and help."

Nothing was said during dinner prepping other than things like requests to
hand her things. Dad came home some minutes later and I was setting up the
table while they were talking about in the living room. They both thought I
dyed my hair, but at least dad was a bit more lenient than mom. He said
that it was a good thing that it wasn't dyed green or purple. Finally they
agreed that we would talk about it after dinner.

With dinner ready, we sat down to a quiet meal, but we all knew it has to
come to an end, which would herald the beginning of discussion about my
hair.

We left the dishes on the table which was unexpected. Mom usually wants me
to wash them afterwards, but she couldn't get over the hair.

I had to defend myself. "I did not dye my hair. This morning it was like
this." They didn't quite believe me, but they eventually came to their
senses. I don't use any hair products besides shampoo. I wasn't about to
start suddenly. Still, they wanted to inspect my hair further. I then had
my head under the bathtub's faucet while the water ran over my hair. My
parents could try all they want; this hair was staying the color it
was. Shaving my head was thrown around as an idea, but that was considered
worse than a different hair color. I just couldn't take it anymore. "Look,
my hair isn't dyed. I woke up this morning with it. I woke up to find
myself looking like a fox, okay!"

At first they laughed, but then they composed themselves. Mom looked at me
and said, "You're serious aren't you." I said, "Would I lie about something
like that?" My parents whispered to each other and then Mom went to the
phone. "He said he became a fox. You want to take a look at him? Yes, I
know the stories about your grandmother. You told them to me too. We don't
believe in superstitions. This is the 21st century. Okay, you can come
over, but I think this is nonsense." She hung up the phone and said, "Your
grandparents coming over. Grandma would like to see you."

Geez, just great. Grandma's coming over. As if this couldn't get more
embarrassing. I love her lots, she tells me stories of her life back in
Japan. There's no need for her to get wrapped in all this. Soon the
doorbell rang and my grandparents entered. There we all were in the living
room with me sitting on a stool surrounded by them looking at me. Grandma
then got close and looked into my eyes, holding them open. Her hand moved
through my hair. She let go and chuckled, "Daisuke has it. I am
confident. I wouldn't believe it in a million years. I'll try to
explain. Don't you look at me like that daughter, I am not crazy. Daisuke,
consider yourself blessed or cursed."

Cursed or blessed, huh? Grandma said, "My grandmother used to tell me
stories about our family. Back in Japan, many decades ago during the age of
the samurai, our family used to be known as the fox clan. We had those who
could become foxes at will, hence the name. However as time went on and we
started to marry outsiders, it became a lost ability. All that is left are
stories of times past. You, Daisuke, have apparently picked up something
that hasn't been seen in oh, at least a hundred years. Show us. Show
Grandma your heritage."

I just stared at my parents and grandparents. What did they want me to do?
Show my heritage? Grandma then bopped me on the head lightly and said,
"Well, just don't sit there, change!"

I shook my head and exclaimed, "Huh? Oh, right, right." They were waiting
on something that I doubt was going to happen. Grandma did say with a
thought, I could become a fox. I closed my eyes to calm myself and tried to
make it happen. I tried, honestly tried, but nothing. I was feeling like a
fool, but then I started to feel tingling around my ears and rear, but it
wasn't a total body experience. Then, a ripping sound. A gasp soon
followed. Grandma took out a compact mirror and showed me. I still had the
same human face but my ears were gone, no correct that, they were now
resting near the top of my head. My hand went to where they used to be
–the skin was just like the rest. My eyes roamed down my back and then
saw a fox tail, mine, resting above my butt. It had ruptured my jeans and
was now moving slightly. Grandma sighed, "Oh well. It's a start. Now you
take care of yourself Daisuke. Call if you need anything." My grandparents
then hugged me and then they left. They headed out the door leaving me just
sitting there lost in thought. I then ran to the door and I asked from the
open door, "Anything?" Grandmother said, "Yes. I can help you even though
all I have are family stories." I realized I was standing outside with fox
ears and a tail, open for the entire world to see, but I was too
overwhelmed to hide.

With them gone, it was just me and my parents. My mom said, "We'll take
care of the dishes, you can go up to your room and relax." I retreated back
to my room. I had the answer I needed so it wasn't so odd that this
happened to me. I could start to accept this new life. I didn't mind having
a tail or fox ears, the fears of earlier today were gone. I could control
this, like making a fist. I spent the rest of the evening reading one of my
novels and then finally, I brushed my teeth and went to bed.

I woke up this morning appearing the same as I did when I went to
bed. Today, nothing would take me by surprise, but I had to get rid of the
tail and ears before going to school. Those features were gone soon before
I entered the shower. I was confident that I would be able to do more
during the weekend.  Since today was wrestling, I hitched a ride with Zack
instead of my usual biking. The first thing he said was "Your hair was red
yesterday and now it's black again. What's up with that? You said you'd
tell me." I replied, "I'll tell you today. After tonight's match against
Riverside, come with me to the back of the bus and I'll show you." His face
then became one of shock and amusement, "You mean the Meat Beater section?"
He then chuckled, "Well, if that's what you want to do, I'm game." His
hands then reached for my crotch and he gave it a gentle squeeze. I said,
"I'm serious Zack, it's more private there and I can show you without
everyone on the team noticing, I hope." He winked and said, "Sure thing
dude." I don't think he believed me.

I know that the bus' back not only had that reputation and that it was
perpetuated by horny guys like us wanting a place where they could pleasure
themselves with little to no interruption, but I thought that was the only
place I could think of if he wanted me to show him sooner rather than
later.  We got out of his jeep and stepped inside the school. It was more
or less the same as yesterday and at the end of the day, we headed to the
boy's locker room to get ready for tonight. Coach Hayes, one could say, was
a parrot. His pregame talks were just like all the others we had. He
modified it only to fit the particular school we were up against that day
and other things we needed to be aware of. We secured our stuff and headed
to the bus.  Our color is emerald with two white stripes running up
diagonally, Riverside's color is burgundy. I'm clearly a middleweight, but
Zack's just right at that boarder between middle and heavy weight. We both
won our matches and we prevailed over Riverside, but barely. Coach doesn't
like close matches, but a win is a win.  It was dark outside when it was
time to head back to school. Zack and I made sure to board the bus first
and so, we headed to the back. We waited until everyone had boarded and the
bus got going before doing anything. In the dark, I looked around and there
wasn't anyone on our row. Zack, for his part, wasted no time proceeding to
unzip his jeans to reveal his flaccid 5 inch dick. He smiled as he held it
in his hand. I was mesmerized as he stroked it. It inflated and
hardened. As he handled his tool, I wanted reach out and play with it, run
my fingers through his blond pubic hair. It took me a while to snap out of
it. I whispered, "No. Not right now. I promise we'll play this weekend."
Disappointed he stuffed his tool back inside his jeans. "Okay,
okay. Whatcha got for me?" I still was a little dazed as I looked at his
crotch. He was still hard, rubbing his hand on his jeans and said,
"Reconsider?" I shook my head as I showed him my hand and I said, "Hold it
and be as quiet as possible." Zack held my right hand lightly and I hoped
that this would work and at the same time, unnoticed by everyone else in
the bus. I concentrated, letting my energy flow into the hand. His hand
quickly backed off and he quietly yelled, "What the?" His hands then
explored the hand. He felt the fur on the back of my hand, the claws at the
end of each finger, and slowly rubbed my padded palms. His hands traveled
up my arm, the fur had spread there as well.  As much as we would have both
loved to explore, the bus soon arrived at our school and it was time to
leave. He soon felt a human arm again and I could tell his was
disappointed. We got our things and headed to his jeep. Nothing was said on
the way home, only once we got there. I said, "Like I said, more this
weekend". He replied, "Okay."  I entered my house. My dad asked, "Anything
happen at school today?" I proclaimed, "Nothing much beyond the usual and
no fox exposure either." I went up the stairs and was on my way to becoming
more vulpine. My mom passed me by and said, "Looks like you're getting the
hang of the family gift." I grinned as I tickled the ears near the top of
my head, "Looks like it." I entered my room and found a surprise. There
were some shorts lying on my bed. A note was on them. I read out loud,
"Son, here are a pair of your gym shorts and some underwear. I've modified
them to make room for your tail. You don't have to hide being a fox
here. It's part of who you are. Lots of love, Mom." I held up the shorts
and saw that Mom outdid herself again. The hole in the back was just like
the opening for the legs or the waist. She really outdid herself. The tail
hole was perfectly sown and it looked very natural as if it had been made
like this, as if it came from an alternate reality where beings like me
existed. Part of me acknowledged that, the other part of me was embarrassed
that she touched my underwear. Half of my boxer-briefs were made in the
same way. Time to give them a try.  I took off all my clothes and
progressed further in the changes until I was like I was that first day
except for being digitigrade. These changed were startling and for a
moment, I thought I was getting ahead of myself. I picked up a pair of
underwear and slipped it on and then proceeded with putting on the
shorts. I opened a drawer and put on an undershirt. My padded hands went
under and felt my fur as I looked in the mirror and winked. "Hey there good
looking." It was corny, but who cared. I went back out of my room and
showed myself off to my parents. They didn't really have a comment about
how I looked. I broke the silence and said, "Thanks Mom. I feel better
wearing this." She said, "Thank you son." I then headed up to my room to do
my homework. I try to do as much homework on other days as I can so that on
days like this, I don't have to do much. I decided that from now on, I need
to be in humanoid fox form as much as possible or at the very least try to
practice changing. After all, this is all so new to me.  After having an
ice cream sandwich for dessert, I began to wind down for the night. I sat
on my bed and read while listening to the radio. I looked at the clock and
saw that it was time to go to bed. I got up brushed my teeth and peed.

As I headed back to my room, I felt myself getting a boner. I guess being
in the back of the bus and the interrupted action was coming back to haunt
me. Luckily my parents were already in their room and didn't see me making
a tent out of my gym shorts.

I closed my door, got on my bed, and lowered my shorts looking at my erect
member. Should I, should I not jack off?  The fur had lowered to reveal my
prick, more canine than human. I usually pull my pud once a day depending
on my schedule, but I hadn't done it since I changed because I was more
fascinated by the ability to change than wanting to play with myself in
this form. I just couldn't resist any more as I jumped on my bed naked. I
looked at that hardened member and considered it. I leaned back as I closed
my eyes, wrapping my hand around it, feeling its vulpine heat. My pace
started slow, but soon increased. Oh man, this was feeling great, better
than normal. My hand then felt a bulge. It wasn't my nutsack, it was
something else. I opened my eyes and looked at the thing that was at the
base of my dick. What was it? I then slapped my head. I'm so stupid. It was
a knot, just like a canine would have. I went back to playing with myself,
lost in a sea of pleasure. It felt so right, so natural to have a knot. My
hand gripped it and thick cum shot out of it and landed on my face and on
my chest. I leaned over and took myself into my mouth, using my tongue to
clean myself. I turned off my lamp and dove under the sheet to sleep naked,
a first for me.  I woke up the next morning, appearing as I had the
previous night. I went to my underwear drawer and got out a pair of
briefs. By the time I made my way to the bathroom, I was already human. I
mused to myself that I was already starting a routine with this.

A few hours later, Zack and I had lunch next to outside next to a tree. It
was a quiet place, suitable for discussions between just us. He said,
"So. Tell me what happened to you. It's not normal is it for a guy's hand
to turn all furry and animal like, is it?" I looked around to make sure we
weren't being listened to. I could trust Zack with this because he's my
best friend. I said, "Remember how on Monday I came to school with red
hair?" He replied, "Ya and you told me you'd tell me about it. Then last
night your hand turned into an animal's paw. I thought it looked like a
fox's if you ask me." I said, "My grandparents told me that I'm not human
that I just look it." He smirked and said, "Not human. Then what am I
looking at." I clarified, "The rest of my family is as human as you are,
but something in my genes came out. I'm not human anymore. I'm what Grandma
called a kitsune. I can go from what you see to a fox such as one might see
in nature. I haven't gone that far yet, but I hope soon." He nodded and
said, "Speaking of soon, my parents are going on a three day vacation this
weekend." I asked, "This weekend?" He sighed, "Don't tell me you forgot."

I giggled, "No, I remembered despite what's been happening to me." He said,
"Anyway, you can come over and show me some more. Plus we could make out
and fool around. If you want to." My parents had previously okayed me
staying at his house. Their rational was they knew that both us would
behave and have no wild parties, plus my house was just across the street
so they could keep an eye on the house.

The rest of the day moved on like normal and so did the ones
following. Finally it was Friday night; time to sleep over at Zack's. After
school, I dropped my stuff off and gathered my stuff and headed across the
street. I rang the doorbell and Zack opened the door and let me in. No
sooner was the door closed than he lunged at me. He held me tight with one
hand on my back and the other caressing my butt, sticking his tongue in my
mouth. It had caught me by surprise, but it was a nice surprise. My tongue
countered his and entered his mouth as we grinded our hips together.

We were like that for what seemed like hours. We then broke off the kiss
and Zack said, "Who knew you were quite a fox both literally and
figuratively." I thought it was quite silly statement, but who was I to
argue with such a statement. Our arms were around each other's waist as we
headed up the stairs to his room. I dropped my bag at the foot of the bed
and he asked, "We have the weekend to ourselves. What do ya want to do
dude?" I pondered a moment. Sure we could skip right to making each other
feel good physically and it was probably obvious that we wanted to because
my hardon was straining my jeans and Zack was readjusting himself through
his cargo shorts. I said, "Yea, we've got all this time. Let's play some
games." We spent the next few hours playing video games, our crotches
forgotten.

Before we knew it, it was 7 at night as we hadn't eaten a thing since lunch
at school. We turned off the TV in his room and headed downstairs to
rummage through the fridge to find something to eat. Zack called out, "Hey,
what about this?" I picked my head up and saw that he had a pan of frozen
lasagna. It was a meat lasagna that had Italian sausage in it. I said,
"Sure." To me, food is food. Growing up in a multicultural city, my parents
and I eat all types of food. We may be Japanese-Americans, but we certainly
don't limit ourselves to Asian cuisine. He put it in the oven and watched
TV while it was cooking.

An hour later, the lasagna was finished and we ate in front of the TV and
watched some anime DVDs. We flip a coin to see how we'll see it. Either
we'll watch the dubbed version or the subtitled. Since I was perfectly
fluent in Japanese I could watch anime with the Japanese language track
without the subtitles, but Zack wouldn't be able to understand despite
having watched the shows previously. After dinner, we turned off the TV so
we could wash the dishes. Zack said it was just habit to do so because we
could have just done them tomorrow. With them dried and stored away, we
headed up the stairs to his room. My heart was beating in my chest hard, my
dick beating in my jeans hard.

I knew we were most likely going to fool around, but I didn't necessarily
know what we were going to do. We entered the room with just our socks on,
but didn't close the door because there was no need to. We sat on his plush
bed just looking at each other, waiting for the other to make the first
move. He took me into his arms and slowly laid me onto the bed. He groped
my groin, his index finger tracing the outline my cock made in my jeans. He
tenderly kissed my cheek and then on the lips. Zack's hand then pulled my
shirt out of my pants so he could feel my firm chest. He then proceeded to
undress me. I followed along letting him lift my shirt off. Once done, he
caressed my chest starting with the pecs and then circling the nipples. He
went to the abs and glided his hands over them. He was making me hornier as
he went on.

Zack picked up on this and then began to unbuckle my pants. He lowered them
and then cast them aside off the bed to join my shirt. Precum was leaking
through my boxer-briefs. He took them off leaving nothing on except my
socks. He stroked me, slowly sliding my foreskin over the glans and back
again. He looked at me, smirked and then took me into his mouth. This
quintessential jock was servicing me, sucking as if he desired it above all
else. His head was pointed the opposite way, but he was still clothed
leaving me with nothing to do except lie there. I reached over and tugged
at his cargo shorts. I unzipped them and reached into his boxers and
started to suck him. He let go of me and said, "Why didn't you say you
wanted to blow me?" He quickly removed his own clothes and said, "There
now, isn't it easier?" I simply said, "It is." and then went back to giving
my teammate head while he did the same.

My mind was all a jumble and I didn't know who would shoot first, but the
way he was sucking, I wasn't going to last. I took my mouth off of him and
started to moan, trying to hold off as long as I could. He looked at me,
his eyes concentrated on my blissful face as he continued his task. I
clutched the pillows and cried out as I began shooting my load into his
eager mouth. He didn't let a single drop escape from the inside and
swallowed it all. As he squeezed my dick to make sure he got it all, I
asked, "Was that the first time you've given a blowjob?" He said, "Sure
was. It was great." I said, "That was amazing. Now let's see you cum too."
He said, "How do you want it: in your mouth or on your face?" I thought a
sec and thought that it'd be pretty hot for him to shoot his jizz on my
face. "On the face" I said. His left hand cradled the back of my head as he
gripped his tool with his right hand with me milking his balls. He picked
up the base and groaned, "Oh, I'm cumming. Here it is dude just like you
wanted it!" With that he erupted, aiming for my forehead. Semen ran down
past my epicanthic folded eyes on downward. I took a finger and to take
some and taste him. He tasted quite good and I looked forward to him
shooting in my mouth later.

Zack had a box of napkins to clean me. I could have done it myself, but he
was more than happy to do it for me. With our sexual appetites fulfilled
for now, and about a couple of hours before going to bed, he said, "You've
shown me your arm, can you show me the rest?" I said, "Sure."

I had been practicing all week and I got it down finally where I could
change at will, but I know that occasional flare-ups might happen. I willed
my body to go to humanoid form so he could see what I looked like the first
time. I stood before him and felt tingling all over. He had a mirror so I
could see the changes as they happened. My hair turned into reddish orange
fox fur, the fur leaving the realm of human hair and spreading
everywhere. My pubic hair change color to white and spread to my foreskin
making it look more like an animal's sheath. That fur progressed upward at
the same time the reddish orange fur joined up. A little nub showed just
above my ass and developed into a full length tail ending in white. My ears
grew pointed and moved to the top of my head as my face distorted into one
having a snout ending in a black nose. The tingling ended and I moved about
my body so he could get a look at me from all angles. I stated, "Well, what
do you think?" Zack was at a loss for words for a sec, but then said,
"Rad. Do you sleep naked like that?" I said, "Just once. I wear these when
I'm like this." I reached into my bag and showed him my customized
underwear. He held it close to him, looking at it from all angles. He said
as he handed them back to me, "You're lucky to have your folks do something
like that for you." I said, "Certainly better than running the risk of
ruining perfectly good clothes. Mom's idea is to have enough clothes for me
to wear to compensate for what you see." I pulled up the briefs and pulled
my tail out of the hole in the back. "See? But it's unlikely that I'll wear
the stuff outside the house." Putting his boxers back on, Zack said, "You
still have Halloween coming up." I said, "True and my parents said it's
okay for me to look like this when I'm around my relatives. The whole
family's bound to know by now thanks to Grandma."

We spent the last few hours afforded us playing games. For dessert we had
some chocolate cake Zack's mom had made for us. We brushed our teeth and
went back to his room to go to bed. Despite looking the way I am, he paid
no attention and treated me like normal. That's all I ask for him and
others who would come to see me at a kitsune.

With a little kiss on my muzzle, he said, "Good night Daisuke." I said,
"Good night Zack." The lamp turned off and we began to sleep peacefully our
arms draped around each other.

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I'd like to thank my readers who have patiently waited for a story from
me. I am hopefully that this story will be the start of not only a new
series, but the start of a fresh start. Do not worry, I'll revisit my other
series in due time.

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