19. The Beep
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>Beep, beep, beep...
"She should be awake by now," my mother voiced with a whimper.
"Lucy, I need you to calm down. Her body is still recuperating. It was a struggle for her to shift. You know that she was a late bloomer," Sally explained.
What was going on? What were they talking about? Where am I?
Then nothing...
"You look beautiful even in this state." It was a familiar voice. Who could it be? What was he doing here? Why was he saying that?
He runs his hands through my body. There was a lustful expression on his face. I remember this time. This was when I had newly shifted when I turned eighteen. My mother said I was out cold for five days with a heavy fever. She never once told me that I had any visitors apart from my family members.
I watched the beepi
