ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ғᴇᴍʙᴏʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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A werewolf teen who's forced to become a girl since his mother wanted him to be one when he was very young, plus his features were similar to a feminine one. So days, months, even years, he was stuffed i...
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꧁Katsuo's house^꧂
"Mom! Can I get my room wall's f/c?!" The seventeen year old girl shouted from upstairs her room. The area, she was engulfed in had a nice viewing of the low, and high trees scattered around them.
Her living space was echoey, so her mother could hear her from a mile away. "Sweet chaos, you have to unpack your stuff first!" Her mom yelled back. She sighed out, contemplating on the sight of her new house.
Y/n walked out of her room while she galloped down on the stairs each time she stepped. Smiling happily, descending downwards to the bottom floor.
"I mean that's why you need more kids to fit this spacious home." Y/n sarcastically replied, seizing up one of the brown boxes in her clutches.
"I'm not going to pop babies suddenly now? I got one, and that's all I need to move all the boxes." Her mother told her, as the young lady rolled her eyes about being all grateful she only had one child for this big space.
The younger lady turned around to go inside to merely find men, jogging along a trail, while little kids followed behind them. She nearly forgot how heavy the cube cardboard was getting, so she immediately zoomed up the stairs to place in her capacious area.
"Where do I place this?" A woman with a blond, short, bob-cut hair asked. As her leafy, green eyes stayed on the young girl who surprisingly jumped from her unexpected appearance from her.
"Ah, yes." The younger female attempted to recover, pretending like she didn't get scared at all, nor how jumpy she is. She moved over to where the woman was.
She scanned the brown box, finding her handwriting saying: 'My room' written on the side. Pointing to a random spot, as the lady stalked that particular area.
The woman sighed out, before leading her hand out. "I'm Ami." She greeted the young teen as she gripped onto her palm, shaking it in an up, and down motion.
"I'm Y/n." She grinned even more. They both released each other's hands.
"How old are you?" She asked her, which threw the female off because why would she want to know her age. Ami noticed how hesitant she was to answer a simple question. Ami only chuckled a little.
"Oh, it's okay. I'll just go get some more boxes for you?" She stated, pointing her right thumb behind her shoulders. Y/n nodded her head towards her command.
Y/n waltzed over to the window, seeing the view. She noticed a white haired boy, jogging with some of the males she saw earlier.
He seemed to have a short cut as the hairstyle was messy and it was sticking to his face. It didn't cover his appearance however, it blocked almost all his forehead.
