It began one month ago on the night of the full moon. As soon as I saw the bright silver moon in the sky my body trembled in pain and transformed before my eyes. My bones shifted inside me and fat redistributed itself throughout my body. It didn't take long to realize I was turning into a woman. I vividly recall the agony of my cock and testicles reshaping themselves into female sex organs. All the while I could feel my mind eroding away by overwhelming emotions and foreign sensations from my new erogenous zones.
I don't remember much after that. It was like I was intoxicated and acted like a completely different person. Only bits and pieces of the next 3 days remained in my mind: scenes of partying, trying on women's clothing, and lots of sex with men. By the time I returned to my senses and male body it was 3 days later and I was in bed with a sleeping man who I presumably had sex with the night before. It was like a nightmare, but at least I had turned back into a man.
Since then I have been madly researching my condition, discovering the name of what I had become: a werewoman. For 3 days every month I am forced to transform into a female and lose all inhibitions to my form's new feminine instincts. It's like being a werewolf but I become a gorgeous sex crazed woman instead of a wolf. But there is hope. According to a book I found in an old used bookstore, it is possible to remain in control of my female form with strong enough willpower.
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It is now the first day of the full moon just before sunset, with only a few minutes left as a man. Pacing in my apartment, I feel extremely anxious. There is no avoiding my inevitable transformation but at least I want to stay in control. Nearby in a cardboard box are several sets of female clothing I had purchased while under the effects of my first transformation. There is no telling what else I may need but I have squared away plenty of cash just in case.
"Okay, I can do this. I just have to remember who I really am. Three days should go by in a flash." I say to myself. The sun dips below the horizon and the full moon becomes the primary light in the sky. I hurriedly strip off my clothes until I am naked, knowing that I will likely tear them apart during the throes of my transformation. At least that's what I tell myself. Some part of me wants to witness my sexual transition, to know how I bloom into an object of desire. Suddenly my heart thumps in my chest, causing my whole body to spasm and eliciting a painful grunt. Sweat begins forming on my skin and I can feel my blood racing through my veins. "Oh god it's starting," I exclaim "Why is this happening to me!?"
I hold my arms up in horror as the hair on them falls away. My flesh ripples and pulses as my muscles shrink