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Part 1

Margret was ecstatic about the early warming trend that graced her small valley town. Not because it signaled the end of the cold season, but because she could run the way she liked, totally nude. Usually, she had to wear tight fitting running shorts and sports bra or more bulky clothing to stay warm for her four-in-the-morning run. She didn't like clothing because she knew it affected her performance and they felt binding and constricting.

By no means was public nudity legal, but since it was so early in the morning, and the forest park was isolated, she felt sure that she could get away with it. The isolation of the park was one of the reasons she moved there in the first place. That and wind whipping over her bare skin and the aroma of pine trees always gave Margret a feeling of oneness with the earth. She loved the way she could pick up on subtle things about the environment.

Today, she could tell it was going to break records in terms of heat. Heck, anyone could tell that by how balmy it was that morning. It made her dread work even more. Having to bundle up in her business suit because the AC made it uncomfortably cold. It irked her because among her various official titles, she was also the efficiency officer and had to "look the part," which usually meant more layers and a stuffy demeanor. She knew she could break records of her own if everyone could work "au naturel" and with the windows open. Not to mention how it would strengthen bonds between her coworkers.

Margret ran a bit fast as she neared the base of a hill. She remembered her first nude run and how better it made her feel. She had been amazed by her first visit to a nudist club. Especially how people treated each other more equally because no one knew who earned what or worked where. They were all friendly and open. "If only it was like that in the office," she sighed.

She shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind as she rounded the last bend of the forest trail. Now she had to be more careful. The trail led her down to an alleyway and across a four-lane road before completing its circuit back into the park. She had never run into someone there, but she knew things could change at anytime.

She made it through the alleyway without any problems. It was just as she started across the road that she thought she heard one a shop's backdoor open. Picking up speed, she darted into the middle of the road. To her horror, one of the parked cars also happened to start up. Its headlights spotlighting her naked body. Backpedaling into the alleyway, she scrambled for cover. There was a dumpster nearby, but it was too far away to give her cover and it could be where the shop person was anyway. She also couldn't see well enough in the dark and glare of the headlights to know if a door was really open or not.

She pushed herself against a door, hoping she was thin enough for the door jam to cover her. She felt her hair, back and butt press against the door, wet from the morning dew; suddenly the door bust open, sending her sprawling into the shop. She hit her head on the floor and pain shot through her skull. Her eyes watered as everything went black.

When Margret's eyes cleared she looked up into the face of a smiling old white woman with lots of wrinkles and scraggly grey hair that went everywhere. Margret let out a small "eek" and quickly got to her feet and ran to the nearest door.

"Wait!" the woman shouted.

Margret didn't care. She had been seen! Pulling the door open she burst into the blindingly bright noonday sun. Heat and dry air slammed into her face, chest, stomach, and legs. A cold chill immediately followed as it dawned on her that she was standing in front of the shop. The light was too bright for her addled eyes to see anything, but she could hear voices and the normal bustle of town life all around her.

Letting out another "eek," she rushed backwards and slammed the door almost as she quickly as she had opened it. Never before had she been so aware of her nakedness or how isolated it made her feel while among clothed people. In the safety of the shop, she thought she was going to throw up. She could feel her heartbeat start to slow, but she knew she still wasn't alone. She looked around.

The old woman was sitting on a small stool in the middle of the cluttered, dusty display room with a wide smile on her face. There didn't appear to have any look of horror or disgust, just the pacifying calm of an old woman.

"Silly cheetah lady needs to slow down and breathe," the woman said, raising an arm. "Now, come here and help an old woman up." She motioned for Margret to approach.

Margret didn't know what to make of if being called a "cheetah lady." Last time she checked, she was human. Still, she helped the woman up. Grabbing a clothed arm while naked was one of the most awkward things Margret could remember feeling in a long time.

"Thank you," said the woman she behind the counter to take a seat. "You needed help getting before. Now we are even," she chuckled.

Margret felt her face flush. Slowly, she raised her arms to cover herself. Trying to make the movement look natural while she surveyed the shop. It was then she realized it was an antique shop, of sorts, with ancient electronic smart phones and used junk from the twenty-teen years. The antiquated electrical equipment didn't bode well for clothing, but she still shuffled to the front desk to ask.

The old woman looked up at Margret and smiled again. "Oh child, you really have nothing to hide from me. I've seen it all already. Besides, the shop is closed. You have nothing to fear."

Margret let out a sigh, "I guess so. We're both women, right?" She let her hands drift to her sides. "You-You really closed the shop?"

The old lady let out another wide grin. "Oh, of course. I have been waiting for this for a while. Seeing you on your morning runs. You are really fast and athletic. It is refreshing to see young people take advantage of their bodies as nature intended, and you do so, so wonderfully. I believe more should have your bravery. Come here. I have something special for you." She leaned under the counter.

Margret peeked over the lip and peered behind the counter. There was a mirror that caught her attention and she could see her nude self in it, which only made her more self-conscious. The woman made a positive "ah ha!" and pulled something up.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to have a phone or an extra set of clo--"

Cutting Margret off, the woman quickly draped a necklace over her head. Margret gasped as a cold gold pendent fell between her breasts. Immediately, an odd tickling sensation rippled out from the pendent and quickly covered her body. Aside from wanting to scratch everywhere at once, she felt secure and warm.

"Yes, this is perfect! I knew you were one of us." The old woman laughed.

Margret didn't hear as more strange feelings coursed through her body. She saw spots sprout up everywhere across her skin, or did her skin fade away? The tickling sensation increased, causing her to giggle and take a deep breath. Suddenly, everything in the shop came into clarity, the dust on the shelves, the perfume the woman was wearing, and even something else she couldn't quite place, but it made her think of a slightly wet dog. Margret took another long deep breath.

It was odd how she began to feel tired after having been so alert a second ago. The tickling sensation slowly turned into mild warm pulsing that washed over her. The increased heat made her pant and something pulled at her lower back, making her want to sit down. Embarrassed by the feelings, she closed her eyes. She felt a raw power; primal and unadulterated bliss run through her mind. There was grassland in front of her.

Margret felt herself as a proud she-cheetah, concealed in the tall grass from some zebras. Their scent wafted over her and she knew she would soon be eating well. Slowly, she inched through the grass, trying not to make a sound, hoping the ones she did make wouldn't alert them. Running her tongue over her nose in anticipation, she waited. She could feel her muscles contract and flex as she positioned herself.

One of the zebras stirred. In a flurry of energy, cheetah-Margret flew from the grass. The zebra's squealed in surprise.

Margret was flying across the grass. She felt the earth both soft and firm against her paws as she ran the zebra down. Her tail made small adjustments as she corned the zebra, controlling its path. There was no scent now, only the striped target in front of her. The vision of it pulled her as much as she pushed. Her claws extended as she leapt into the air.

Electricity ran along her leg as she felt flesh and saw blood spray from the zebra's side. She heard the zebra cry. It felt good, so right. She clawed again, with equally satisfying results. The zebra tried to shake her, but Margret dug in.

In a final burst of energy, Margret swiped again, bringing the beast down in a flurry of dust. It bellowed as Margret jumped clear. In an instant, she was upon it, clawing away at its flesh. Biting down hard on its neck, she felt warmth fill her mouth. She closed her eyes and relished the sensation.

When she opened them again, she realized her hands were clutching her bed sheet in a cold sweat. Her mind raced over what she had just experienced. Was it all a dream? No, she couldn't believe something that real was a dream. But she also believed she had just been naked in the middle of the city too.

She looked at her clock. As she moved, she noticed the sheets seemed to cling to her and something heavy slid off her chest. But she ignored it because nothing felt right. She was surprised it was just before she'd normally get up for her morning run.

She flopped back onto her pillows and looked at the ceiling. It seemed strangely brighter than it had before. She blinked and focused again. She was sure it wasn't that light outside. Sighing, she felt the odd weight shift on her chest again. As she slid her hand under the covers she felt a swath of fine fur that made her itchy again. Then she felt her tail twitch beneath the sheets in aggravation.

Sitting up quickly, Margret looked at her hand. Only it wasn't a hand, but some sort of paw thing. Her body turned cold. Throwing her sheets aside, she sprang from the bed and ran to bathroom.