Page 59 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
“Am I turning into a monster, Dad?” he asks, voice raw and terrified.
That cuts deeper than I expect, and I grip his shoulders, gently but firmly.
“No, baby boy. You’re turning into something incredible. You’re turning into you. And it’s nothing to be scared of. You were born for this.”
His eyes glow brighter, and I can see his body start to shimmer. The transformation is coming fast now—joints shifting, claws breaking through, bones grinding under skin.
I glance behind me.
Tamare is standing frozen in the doorway, her hand over her heart.
Our eyes lock, and her lips part—but she doesn’t scream.
Doesn’t run. Her breath shudders, but she stays.
Stays.
That gives me the strength I need.
“Tamare,” I say softly, but firmly. “I’m going to shift, too. I have to show him he’s safe. That he’s not alone.”
She swallows, her eyes wide.
“You mean, like fully?”
“Fully.” I nod. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.” I pause, holding her gaze with everything in me.
“Can you open the back door? The one to the rooftop atrium. It’s private. Walled. We can run up there together for a bit, burn off the shift before I bring him back down.”
For a long moment, she doesn’t say anything. Her hands are trembling.
But then she steps back, nodding once.
“Yeah. I’ll do it.”
I mouth thank you before turning back to Alex. He’s nearly there—his limbs elongating, his spine arching, the sleek outline of his Cougar form breaking through.
“You’re doing great,” I murmur, pushing all my pride and love into the words. “Let go now, Alex. Let him out. I’ll be right there with you.”
A final gasp, a shake—and then the shift completes.
Fur ripples over his body, and suddenly, my son is no longer a little boy.
He’s a young Cougar, paws too big for his frame, eyes golden and glowing, body swaying with the awkward, gangly confidence of youth.
He blinks at me, then lets out a soft, confused mrrrowl.
“See, pal?” I grin. “Told you. You’re perfect.”
Then I close my eyes, let the change sweep over me—and the moment I shift, everything inside me roars in relief. I have everything I need.
My Cougar knows this better than my human mind can admit.
Mate. Son. Home.
The words echo in my bones, each one settling deep like they’ve always belonged there.
I nudge Alex with my broad feline nose, huffing a little growl of encouragement when he stumbles again.
