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Another chapter is finally written! Rejoice!

Quick reminder: if you enjoy what you've seen so far of Ainge's Changes, be sure to check out my story The Blessing and the Curse, which also features teenage werewolves engaging in gay sexy times, with a heavy dollop of personal development and drama.

Next chapter shouldn't take too long. I hope. Enjoy!

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He couldn't remember exactly when he had fallen asleep the night before, but when Tommy's eyes opened in the morning, he found himself lying naked on top of the bed.

He took a few moments to inspect himself. Wolfish fur and paws had finally given way to human skin and feet. He put a hand to his face, and everything was back in its original place. After breathing an immense sigh of relief, he rolled off the bed and reached into his dresser for a new pair of underwear, the ones he'd worn last night now torn up and strewn on the floor, no longer in wearable condition.

After visiting the shower and getting dressed for the day, he walked out to the living room to find his father waiting for him, sitting on his favorite recliner. He was a little surprised - he was supposed to be at work today - but after what had transpired the night before it wasn't a huge shock.

"Well good morning, Thomas," his father said softly. "You've been out for quite a while."

Tommy cleared the frog out of his throat. "'Morning."

"How're you feeling?"

"I'm OK," Tommy replied. "A little hungry, but other than that I'm fine."

"Well, grab some cereal and then come back out here. We've got some things we need to talk about."

Tommy felt a bit queasy as he made his way to the kitchen and hurried through his breakfast - a late one, as the clock on the wall showed that it was already past 10:30 - and returned to the living room, plopping himself on the sofa directly across from his dad.

His father wasted no time in getting started. "Remember how I told you yesterday that I wasn't mad at you?"

Tommy silently nodded.

"Good. I'm still not mad. But we need to get to the bottom of all this so we can figure out what to do from here on out. I need you to be absolutely honest with me, OK?"

"Yes, Dad."

"All right. Has this happened before?"

"Yeah. It started happening about a week ago."

"A week ago?" His father repeated. "So this doesn't just happen during full moons?"

"I guess not."

An audible sigh of "Damn it" could be heard from Tommy's father as he took in the information. "Do you know what caused you to start changing a week ago, or did it just happen?"

Tommy could feel his cheeks go a little red. "Yeah, I know what caused it. I was..." Tommy went into full blush. "...playing with myself."

His father rolled his eyes a bit at the news. "So what you're telling me is, you turn into a wolf when you masturbate?"

Tommy wanted to disappear into the sofa cushions hearing his dad asking such probing questions. "Yeah, I guess."

"And it started happening a week ago?"

"Yeah. Like, the first night, I changed a little bit, and then the second night, I changed a bit more, and then the third time I changed all the way."

"And now you change 'all the way' every time?"

"Yeah."

Tommy's father readjusted himself on the recliner. This discussion wasn't any more comfortable for him, especially after the talk they had the day before. "Well, I guess it'd be pointless for me to tell you to stop doing it, because you won't. You're 12. I know what that feels like. But... aren't you scared of what might happen when you're a wolf?"

"No, not really. Actually, I liked it the first few times it happened. Last night was the first time I was scared, because it happened when I didn't want it to."

"Have you changed any other times? Have you tried to change on your own?"

"No, that's all."

"And when you change... you're still you, right?"

"I guess. The first night, after I changed, I had this feeling in the back of my mind... I guess that's the wolf side of me in there. It's been there ever since."

"Even now, when you're normal?"

Tommy nodded. "Yeah. And it's been helping me out a bit. It sorta lets me know when it's OK to do stuff and when it's not. If it's not a good time for me to change - like when I'm with Ryan - it'll stop me from getting too excited."

"With Ryan? I thought you said you and Ryan didn't do anything."

"Well, we didn't, but-"

"But what?"

Tommy sighed in resignation. He didn't want to mention this stuff, but he couldn't lie to his dad. "Ryan acts like he wants me to do stuff with him. I never did anything, I swear, but he's done stuff like showing me his private parts and talking about playing with them. That's when the wolf will act up and get me to stop it."

Tommy's father was shaking his head slowly as he heard all of this. "Thomas, this isn't a game. You could put yourself in a lot of danger if you do something that gets you so worked up that you change without wanting to again."

"But Dad-"

His father continued. "I don't have a problem with you experimenting in private, but I think it's better if we learn more about-"

Three knocks at the door interrupted the conversation.

"Hang on, I'll get it," Tommy said, getting up from the sofa and almost running to the front door, knowing exactly who was waiting on the other side.

"No, you stay there," his father said sternly. "I'll answer it." Tommy froze in his tracks as his dad made his way to the door opening it. Tommy wasn't able to see in the doorway, but he could practically smell Ryan's boyish scent wafting into the hallway.

"Can I help you?" Tommy's father said to the young boy.

"Is... Is Tommy home?" Ryan asked meekly.

"Tommy can't play with you right now," his father replied. "Actually, I don't think you and Tommy should play together anymore."

That sentence was like a bolt of lightning through Tommy's heart.

"Why not?" Ryan asked.

"I think you know why. You need to leave now." With that, Tommy's father closed the door on his friend.

When his father returned to the living room, Tommy was already on the edge of crying. "Why did you do that??"

"Because I don't know if I can trust you around him, Thomas."

"What do you mean, I said we didn't do anything!"

"No, but you almost did, and honestly, that's close enough. Look, Thomas... you're a werewolf, OK? And it'd be one thing we only had to worry about this during full moons, because we could plan for that. But now you're telling me that you also change when you get sexually excited too? How can I let you be around another boy who wants to do sexual things with you? Never mind the fact that he's too young to understand the concept of what sex is about - and frankly, so are you - but we don't know anything about how this works. We don't know what your triggers are, we don't know how contagious this is, and we don't know how much control you really have. Until we figure all of this out, I can't take any chances with you."

"But... that's not fair!!" The dam finally burst, and tears began streaming down Tommy's cheeks.

His father did his best to comfort him with a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I know, Thomas. I know it feels like this isn't fair, and I'm being mean, and I'm not letting you have any fun with your friends. But you've got to understand how hard this is for your mother and I, too. If your real parents were alive right now, they'd be able to tell you everything you need to know. You'd probably be prepared for all this years before it ever started happening. But we don't know what we're dealing with here. All we can do is protect you. There's a reason why werewolves don't exist out in the open, and I shudder to think of what those reasons are."

Tommy's sniffling made it hard for him to talk. "So... what now? Am I supposed to hide in my room the rest of my life?"

"No, Thomas. We'll figure this out, I promise. Look..." his father sighed. "We've got the rest of the summer to work on this. If we can... I don't know... 'practice' this sort of thing, maybe get you to a point where you can control the changes, make sure that you're safe around us, maybe even find a way for you to learn how to talk while you're a wolf... hopefully by the time school starts you'll have a good enough handle on this so you won't have to worry so much about keeping this a secret around other people. And then, you can come home, we'll close the blinds, and you can be a wolf as much as you want in here."

Thomas sniffled as he recovered from his bout of crying. "Why would you let me do that?"

"Because if you're going to have to keep this a secret from everyone else, at least we can let you be out in the open about it around us. When you go off to college or move out on your own, I want you to be as comfortable with yourself as possible, and that's not gonna happen if you're scared of changing in front of us."

"What about my friends?" Tommy asked. "What about Ryan?"

"I'm sorry, Thomas. This has to stay in here. If word gets out there's no telling what could happen to you or to us."

Tommy dropped his head. "I'm sorry, Dad."

"Sorry about what?"

"About all of this... being a monster."

"You're not a monster, Thomas. You're a werewolf. Big difference."

"Yeah right. What's the difference?"

"Well, monsters hurt people, don't they?"

"I guess."

"And you haven't hurt anybody, have you?"

"I guess not."

"Well then, you're not a monster. You're just a werewolf. Think of it like that - there are people out there in the world who do all sorts of horrible things to others, and they don't even transform to do it. But you? You're just a werewolf. That's all."

Tommy chuckled. It was the first moment of levity he'd had since last night. "Thanks Dad."

"You got it, kiddo. Now give your dad a werewolf hug."

"A what?"

"A werewolf hug. You know..." Tommy's father brandished his extremely human teeth in a mock sign of aggression. "GRRR!"

Tommy smiled and did the same, stepping into his father's arms. "GRRRR!!" As he embraced his dad, the lupine instincts that were still sitting in the edges of his mind tingled with the knowledge that it now had a place to be free.