A Girl's Best Friend: An Erotic Shapeshifter

CHAPTER 1

Pamela Thornton is 26 years old and has spent most of her life struggling. She is shorter than most and thin, with dark hair, copper-coloured skin and dark green eyes. To those who do not know her well, she might appear timid when threatened but once you got to know her you would definitely find that she is very gentle and passionate when she feels safe and comfortable in your presence. This facet of Pamela was virtually unknown.

At a young age, she lost her mother – and her abusive father has never let her forget it. She tried her hardest to do well for herself but seems to always be cursed by bad luck.  Feeling completely unwelcome in her own home, like twenty pounds of luggage when you have a ten-pound limit, Pamela is given to episodes of bleak depression and anxiety.

She has just left her abusive father and, since she has no other family, she is forced to live on the streets – or so she thinks. Pamela dabbed at her eyes and gratefully picked up the warm cup of coffee Logan had put on the coffee table in front of her. She always looked uncomfortable about crying in front of him, but he knew that girls sometimes needed that kind of thing, and she had it harder than most.

Logan is a shoulder for Pamela to cry on whenever her terribly abusive father becomes too much for her to handle. They’ve been good friends forever, but he feels like she’s just too much to deal with sometimes. He is tall, with a muscular build and dark brown hair and eyes.

“Logan, I’m so, so sorry about all of this,” she sobbed, wiping at her nose and eyes as she cried quietly.

“No problem,” Logan said, handing her another napkin, “Don’t worry… I completely understand. Your old man, he is the problem. I don’t know why he’s such a jerk to you… but no one should go through something like this alone.”

“You’re a great friend, Logan,” Pamela said, trying to pull herself together as her tears started to dry up.

“Pam, you know I’m always here for you… right?”

“You always say that,” Pam said, a small smile beginning to form on her lips.

“Because it’s always true.”

“I understand,” she nodded.

Through her childhood, Pamela always had a close friend in Logan. Logan and Pamela met in 2nd grade and had been pretty much inseparable since then. She wasn’t able to explain it, but she has always felt like she and Logan had a special connection, as though she could sense where he was and what he was doing at times.

Pamela tells him more in his room about the weird feelings and experiences she has had and how she feels. Logan is quiet and looks like he is thinking as she talks, but reaches for her hand, telling her that she isn’t alone. Pamela smiled and told Logan that she was glad he has always been there for her and that she was grateful for him and his friendship.

She smiled at him with appreciation and took a sip of the hot coffee he had just made for her, seemingly calming down as it warmed her body. She was so tense. Just then he looked at his watch and noticed the time. He acted as though he had to be somewhere else even though that was completely a lie.

“I’m really sorry to do this, Pam, but I have to go… I had already made some plans… you understand… you’ll be okay letting yourself out, right?”

She nodded shyly, instantly aware that she had overstayed her welcome. Logan thought to himself that he hoped she wouldn’t still be there by the time he got back. He didn’t mind listening to her sometimes when she needed a shoulder… but there was only so much he could do about her problems, and he didn’t want to hear about them over and over again.