Shifter (Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter 2: The Strange get Stranger

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--------------------------------------Alex's POV-------------------------------------------

I groaned as I awoke from my stupid mistake, how could I not see the tree? I should have been more aware of my surroundings! After years of being chased and harrassed by everyone I learned to be aware a long time ago, but I slipped up, I let my guard down for just a moment and made a potential life threatening mistake. I mentally betrated myself as I slowly started to come out of my dazed stupper, becoming painfully aware of a deep throbbing coming from my battered head.

I brought my hand up to rub my head in a silly attempt at soothing the aching pain, but then it hit me like a freight train at full speed. Hands! I had hands again, but how?! When I last woke up I was a massive beast, with thick ice blue and white fur, claws that could tear a man in two, and strength I had never before known.

Yet here I am back to being me again, but I don't understand. Was it some sort of dream? A figment of my wild imagination? I looked up from my once again human libs, to look about the place I had awoken to now. It looked to be a rather odd looking infirmiry, or clinic of some kind.

Sitting up I found to be covered with a thin white sheet, and sitting upon a stretcher with nothing but a large white gown and the sheet covering my rather naked form. Grabbing the sheet that had pooled around my waist upon sitting up, I quickly pulled it up to my neck as I felt extremely exposed.

I'm not sure if I was completely naked when I some how changed back, but seeing as I'm in this gown someone had to have dressed or changed me. Just the thought of a complete stranger seeing me in such a state, made my face burn with the deepest embarrestment I have ever felt in my life. Not even Monica's most horrific deeds and harrasments came close to the level of embarrestment, that came with another seeing your naked form while being unconscious.

Violently shaking my head I tried to pry the thought from my aching head, but I could still feel my burning cheeks getting hotter by the second. Dear god I just hope it was a woman and not a man, if so I have no doubt that I would over heat and die of shameful embarrestment. Long ago shortly before my parents death; I had swore to my mother that I would never let any man see my body, until my wedding night , upon which I would perform my 'womanly duties' as a proper god fearing obediant wife.

Back then I was a proper little girl, just as expected by everyone at our church. Seen but never heard, obediant. Everything my parents; the bible, and god wanted and expected me to be, I was without question or complaint. That was, until my parents died and I learned that no matter how obediant I was, no matter how much I prayed, and followed his word. God had taken everything from me, and was never going to give it back.