"It is suffocating." The pup had just come in and slid against the closed door, sitting on the floor.
I pointed at the ground,
"H-here?"
"Yes, no! In the classroom." He said, and I chewed and nodded.
"You were right, even my ex-girlfriend spoke with me." He chuckled darkly.
"She said she was sorry for being disgusted with me, and she could overlook it." He said, while looking at his interlocked hands, his elbows on his knees again.
I nodded again, giving silent comfort. When I got the 'diagnosis', I luckily had no girlfriend, so at least I missed out on something like this.
"When she first broke up, she said she couldn't see me as a man anymore..." He said, looking up suddenly.
"Did you experience something like this as well?" He asked, and I raised my hand, turning it left and right.
Not something like this, something similar.
"What happened?" He asked.
I swallowed whatever it was that I was eating and went through the words, to make my sentence as short as possible.
"T-they w-wouldn't let me i-in t-t-the b-b-b-brothel." I chuckled, thinking back on me bursting into rage right after that, searching for some big man I could beat to prove my manliness otherwise.
"Wait, you had sex with a woman?" He asked me in disbelief, his whole face was stupefied.
I laughed at his expression.
"N-n-not o-only o-o-once." Naturally, beautiful men were suspected to be Omegas, but the society still went with the belief that you would turn automatically gay when being an Omega. So a beautiful man interested in women was not as suspicious, at least at my time it was like this. And the real beauty would only develop with the uterus.
"How is this possible, you can still get hard?" His eyes wandered to my crotch and I grinned, nodding. This was also something that was simply a false belief. Even when developing reproduction organs, your dick would function naturally.
The pup again covered his face in his hands.
"That is good news."
I again laughed out loud at him being so cute. I wish someone would have told me that I would not completely turn into a woman. I learned mostly through the internet, but the information spread there was difficult to interpret—of what was the truth and what was not.
"But you will also get wet?" He peeked through his hands, unsure how to ask me that. I knew he didn't talk about pre-cum.
I nodded at him,
"Y-y-you can a-ask a-an-any-anything."
"You really get wet when turned on, or bleed from your behind once a month?" The wetness was not really worth mentioning after I cut my glands out, but the period was non-existent. My body was mostly normal, besides me being more petite than real men.
Ah....using the example of a real man and not talking about me was just hurting myself, I should stop that.
I nodded at him. I would tell him about the possibility of cutting the glands, but it would be too soon for that. The risk he would attempt to do so immediately besides warnings was too high.
There was again pain in the pup's eyes, but I didn't know if it was for himself, pity for me, or for us both.
"A-a-re y-you p-p-perceiving me now l-less a m-man?" I asked, meaning it jokingly. I assumed he would say yes, and then I would point out that his girlfriend had said the same to him, it was an endless circle. Everyone is hurting everyone.
He sprang up and cupped my face again, his eyes really close, even putting my fringe out of my face.
"No way. Your body and face are so, so beautiful, but they are of the beauty of a man."
I froze, completely stunned, before smiling slightly. What a charming pup! His girlfriend was really losing out. I hope he will view himself like this in the future as well.
My smile widened, but he was really too close, not moving away. I patted one of his hands on my cheek, and as if he awakened out of a dream, he backed up, not meeting my eyes, clearly embarrassed.
"T-t-thanks. B-back t-to y-you." I said, and the pup covered his face, turning all the more embarrassed.
The bell rang, and he didn't move. I pointed with my fork at the door, and he grimaced.
"I want to stay here with you."
"I h-have a-a-always r-r-regretted t-to p-p-ush t-them a-a-away." I said.... that was not an easy sentence. I am not saying that if he was mistreated, he should let them do so. But, he should part in a good way and not make things more difficult for him than they already were.
"You d-d-don't have t-t-o b-be friends w-with them, but n-not e-e-enemies e-e-either." I gave a thumbs up,
"E-e-easier like t-this."
"I know what you mean. I want to hear how it was for you later." He stood up, and after an awkward pause, he turned and grinned at me before leaving.
"Hehe." I laughed at the pup. At some point, he should be able to turn into a wolf for the first time. That was not a good experience, for neither low-ranked werewolf, alpha, nor omega. It wasn't like 'puff' and you would be an animal, but instead it was a painful process of bones breaking, dissolving, and rearranging, it was like dying in the most agonizing way.
Alpha's and other werewolves' first turning would be purposefully triggered in the trainings center so that they could undergo it with medications and doctors at their sides. Omegas were left on the street, and if they attacked someone in their turned state, they would simply get executed. A turned Omega was no real danger for even a beta, so it was not considered necessary to intervene.