I feel like a woman

Comment with your own, gender switching piece.


With her pendulum hanging limp between her hocks, oscillating gently in the breezes of the groves. her cranium lifted slightly at the sashaying of the branches sparsely moving under the light pressure of the wind. Celestine's ears became erect; listening. Always Listening. The vibrant hues of verdant buds left a fresh scent around the wooded terrain, the dew drops acting as an integument upon each leaf, thicket and shrubbery.

The vegetation, specifically herbage, held many scents which made the receptors within ones nasal cavity tingle; The she-wolfs neither being one to pledge different nor hold a compliance. Her epidermis prickled as a current of air sliced through her thin pelting causing her hackles to rise considerably, a flurry of azure creatures rising from bark columns of the Alpine. Celestine's eyes pondered, mesmerised, over the sight of winged insects rising from the forest depths. A soft, impish yip escaped her jowls. Oh, if only her pack could witness such juvenile behaviours from her. She would be done for.