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White Sweety Milk
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I ran my hand over my head, through my hair. It had already started growing back in the week or so since my first time as a wolf. I sat in front of the same computer I'd sat in front of so many nights writing essays. A geocities website on the screen animated and cast light onto my face. It was dark in the Internet cafe and way too late, nearly four in the morning. I still hadn't found a job, had nothing to be up early for so I just killed time. I wore my leather jacket, even though it was warm. Always wore it, even if it made me into a monster.
I picked up my beer off the table and glugged it down. Stock art of a horror movie werewolf littered the screen, and lighting animated across a gray cloud background. I hadn't found that scrap of fur again, or transformed. I tried to read it again, "The only true way to cure Lycanthropy is death. A silver bullet dripped in the holy blood of a preacher, shot right through the heart."
No way I was gonna die. "What's this?" Xavier asked, looking at my screen. He put his beer down on the table and stood over me. He had short black hair, and a scar on his chin. Pale white, like a ghost stalking my search history.
I covered the screen, with desperate guilt, "Nothing, it's nothing."
"Oh, yeah?" He said with a laugh, pulling the monitor to the side. I was so heavy I couldn't hold it just by the slick glass screen.
"No, wait?" I pleaded. He's gonna see it. He's gonna know. He'll want to put me down.
"O-oh," He laughed. "This is..."
I felt sweat drip down my neck.
"What is this? I thought it was gonna be porn."
"No, it's not porn!" I barked desperately. What was I thinking, Xavier is cool. He's trans too, he might understand.
"Mhmm," Xavier said, laughing and giving my screen back. "Must be some w
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