Drool...lol, I know. Strange, eh?
I walked into work and brushed the excess fur from my clothes. I tried to brush away the leaves and make myself look presentable. I picked at the dried mud flakes and sighed. I had to start remembering to either change out of my clothes before transforming or make sure to pack another pair of clothes.
“Jeff!” My boss walked up behind me.
“Hi, Mr. Mallinger,” I said. I forced a smile and waved my fingers at her. Her eyebrow twitched at she looked me over and her jaw dropped.
“Jeff, what happened? You look like a dog attacked you.” She reached forward and scooped off some thick saliva from my front pocket.
“Well, that’s a funny story,” I said. I laughed and took a handkerchief from my pocket and rubbed the saliva from my pocket. “Yeah, drool, hehe, I know. Strange, eh? A wolf escaped from the zoo and I helped the zookeepers chase it down and it was great fun and that’s why my suit was ruined again!” My explanation exploded out all at once and my boss looked at me in surprise. She walked off quietly and I grinned thinking of my actual night.
I loved being a werewolf. I had run through the city disturbing trash cans and dancing with the dogs in the moonlight. It sure was tough on the suits though. I suppose I could bring a suit in backpack or figure something else out, but I liked living spur of the moment, and nothing brought out the lady wolves like a dude in a suit. Ah yes, a wolf in a Armani.