Shapeshifter Boyfriend: Corin Part One (complete)

My wife and I met at a party. My brother was throwing it as a mixer he put together for his business. The True Love’s Kiss Hotel was taking off, and I know Claude wanted to show off. He was very proud, and so was I.

I kept to myself mostly, moving along the walls and eating the hors d'oeuvres as they came to me. I sipped on champagne with strawberries at the bottom. As I meandered around, not really paying attention to anything in particular, I saw her. She was coming through the crowd, so petite that she had to push to make sure people knew she was there. Her red dress had a deep-cut neckline then cinched at the waist and flared out in ruffles to the knee. 

She was grabbing at drink trays, only to have them move out of her grasp at the last second. Her frustration was mounting and I could sense it. All she wanted was one drink. Just one, was that too much to ask? She was starting to get fighting mad as someone took the last glass of champagne from the table. I saw her lift the tiny clutch in her hand above her head to hit the next thing that dared come into view, and it was me. She struck my side and gasped in alarm.

“I’m so sorry!” she blurted.

I handed her another glass of champagne with a strawberry at the bottom. “No problem at all.”

Her whole body relaxed as she took hold of the glass. Her nails were painted black with gold glitter, and dagger sharp. She took a sip and let loose a heavy sigh. 

“I needed that,” she said. Her gold eyes peered back at me. “Thank you.”

“Really,” I chuckled, “no problem. Anything to help a pretty lady out.”

She smirked, showing off her sharp fangs. “You don’t look like you belong here.” She waved her hand down the length of me. “Tall, gangly, glasses, and… Oh my god, are you actually wearing tweed to a party?”

“I also have elbow patches.” I dramatically raised up my arm for the grand reveal.

She gasped, fingers fluttering around her mouth. “Repugnant!” She stuck her hand out and touched the patch. 

“How bold of you to touch my elbow without my permission.” I lowered my arm. 

“I assumed you were drunk and therefore easy.” She smirked at me as she took a sip, winking one of her beautiful eyes. “I’m Juliette,” she told me.

My heart was all aflutter. “Corin,” I answered. “My brother is the one who put this on. That’s why I’m out of place here.”

Juliette nodded her head. “Oh, I see.” She grinned. “So you’re a shapeshifter too, right?”

“I don’t do parlor tricks, young lady,” I scolded her with a grin. “If you want to see me perform like a circus animal, you’ll have to buy me dinner first.”

She licked her cherry red lips. “Okay, deal.”

A shiver went down my spine. “Really?”

Juliette giggled. “Yeah, really.” 

Dinner was a matinee showing of a movie and then small Japanese restaurant that I had passed by many times, but never realized was there. It was tiny and overflowing with people, but Juliette took us to a back room which we had to ourselves. The restaurant was family-owned,  and her parents had run it for years. The food was the best I had ever eaten.

“And no,” Juliette quickly said between bites. “I do not cook this well. I do not cook at all,” she said with a scoff. “I didn’t inherit that family trait.”

“Was it willful or simply a defect?” I asked.

Juliette looked up from her plate and tilted her head at me. “A mix of both. I couldn’t, therefore, I wouldn’t.” She pointed to me. “And what about you? Your brother runs one of the most popular businesses in the city, and yet you wear tweed.”

I laughed, grinning like an idiot at her. 

“What is your deal, Corin?” Juliette leaned back in her seat.

“I’m a therapist,” I answered. “I specialize in grief counseling.”

Juliette looked a bit perplexed. “You wander in people’s sadness?” She looked me over. “But you look so normal.”

I shook my head. “I don’t wander in people’s sandness, I help them through it, I help them understand it.”

Juliette nodded. “Why choose something like that? Isn’t it depressing?”

I shrugged. “It wasn’t something I initially wanted to do, I just found I was good at it. Like how Claude did with the True Love’s Kiss.” I motioned to her. “What about you? What do you do for work?”

Juliette hesitated. “I work for your brother,” she said unsurely. She tucked her hair behind her ear and kept her eyes from me.

“Oh, really?” I ate another bite of food. “What do you do?”

“I really like you,” she admitted quietly, “I don’t want you to think anything of me because of my job.”

“Why would I?” I set my utensils aside. “I know what my brother does, and he’s still my hero. In fact, I think the work he does and what he wishes to accomplish is admirable. If you work for him, he had good reasons to hire you.”

Juliette glanced up and looked me over. “I do immersive therapy,” she murmured. “Or as I like to call it, wet dream rehab.” She chuckled unsurely and screwed her mouth into a tight line.

“Wet dream rehab?” I smiled at her. “Do tell me more.”

She bit her lip then nodded. “My family, what we are,” she cleared her throat. “We feed on dreams and nightmares. I can take a sleeping person and rid them of stress or doubts while they sleep. I can lead them to wet dreams and, well...” She chuckled. “It’s a lot more complicated than I am making it sound.”

“I’m sure,” I smiled. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in action one day, it sounds fascinating.”

We went out a few more times after that, and then we began to get hot and heavy. One afternoon, as I was picking her up for a date, I noticed something was different about Juliette. She made fast to reveal to me what was up, and I had to stop and park the car somewhere to pay better attention to her exceptionally talented mouth.

It was there, in the dark, gross little parking lot that Juliette and I had sex for the first time. Juliette was petite enough that she could climb into my lap and ride me. She slammed into the car horn pretty often, but I never noticed. I was too enraptured by her to care about anything else. 

“Show me those shapeshifting skills when we get to your place,” she purred to me as I was still melting inside her.

“I see,” I panted. “Oh, I see it loud and clear now. The only reason you like me is because I can magically change my dick into anything.”

Juliette grinned. “Yeah, of course!” She kissed me then, and her long tongue slipped over the roof of my mouth. “Why else would I like a guy in tweed?” She brushed her fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck. “Why would a guy like you even like a chick like me?”

I kissed her, pressing my all feelings into it. “How could a guy like me not like a chick like you?”

“Hurry up and take me home,” she mewled. “We can discuss it there.”

I kissed down her neck as I buttoned up her dress again. “You’ll have to get off me. I can’t see where I’m driving.”

She giggled. “I have a feeling I’m always going to like sitting in your lap.” She moved aside, taking the passenger seat.

I took her to my home, and she never really left. We ended up spending all our time together, and it became hard to be apart. I never really asked her to move in, but it all happened so naturally. Having her there made home feel like it should.

One evening, she was painting her nails and getting frustrated with the results. She huffed angrily and shoved her massive collection of polish aside. 

“I can’t fucking do anything right!” she cried. She looked down at her nails with tears in her eyes. “Nothing can make these ugly claws look good.”

“Nothing?” I sat down beside her. “Really?” I took hold of her hand. “Your nails always look good. You take such good care of them.” I looked at her. “What’s wrong? I mean, really wrong.”

“Don’t you therapize me!” Juliette scoffed. 

I leaned in, giving her a kiss. “Bad day at the office?”

Juliette huffed. “You have no idea.” She frowned. “What are you doing to my hand? It feels weird!” Then she saw it as she pulled her hand away. There, on her finger, was the diamond ring I had bought a week ago.

“Well?” I chuckled. “What do you think?”

Tears welled up in her pretty eyes, and she hugged her hand to her chest. “I knew you were up to something!”

I kissed her temple and cheek. “Juliette Watanabe, will you marry me?”

Juliette nodded, turning to me and kissing me as hard as she could. 

I offered to take her to Japan and have the wedding there, but she seemed dead set against it.  When I tried to question her on it, she said she preferred small weddings. So we got married at the courthouse. 

We decided on a honeymoon somewhere neither of us had been before. Claude was able to get us good deals where we stayed, and we got a honeymoon suite that looked out over the ocean - although Juliette and I barely ever looked outside. We mainly stayed in bed, or the shower, or the floor of the walk-in closet. I was really able to stretch my shapeshifting legs during our honeymoon.

Everything was going well, and Juliette and I were happy. We bought a house. It was our perfect little dream home, something we had been discussing since we started getting serious. It had a cute front porch, a big backyard, a cozy kitchen and large bathroom. But once we moved in, it felt as though there was a shift. All at once, bad things started to happen.

First, I lost my job when the center I worked for was shut down. Not long after that, Juliette’s brother separated from his wife, and we invited him to stay with us. He started drinking, and more than once we got into a fight. 

Later, I found a new job for a rehab center, and everything was much harder than I expected. I would come home some days drained of everything inside me, only to have to face my brother in law in his despair, or my wife having a bad day.

Once Juliette’s brother has moved out, things get better for a while, but the ground is still shaky. I decide to quit my job at the rehab center; the weight has become almost impossible to bear. “It pays so well though,” Juliette gasps when I tell her. “Are you sure?”

“It’s not worth it,” I shake my head. “I feel like I’m fading away from myself, from you! I feel like this job is pulling us apart.”

Juliette takes hold of my hands. “I know, but--” She stops herself and sighs. “If you feel that this is best, then do it.”

I kiss her. “Thank you,” I sigh. “I was thinking about talking to Claude, actually.”

Juliette furrows her brow. “What for?”

I start undressing so I can take a shower. “To see if there was any work I could do at the hotel.” I then huff. “Or… maybe a loan to start my own business.”

Juliette comes up behind me and massages my shoulders. “You sure about that?” She asks. “You think you can handle that right now?”

“Right now, it’s the only thing that makes sense.” I hang my head. “I can’t take much more, Juliette. I don’t know what to do.”

Juliette kisses my neck, her warm lips trail down to my shoulder. “Cheer up.” I feel her bare chest against my back. “I feel like I haven’t seen you smile in ages.” She reaches around and her palm rubs against my groin. 

“Juliette, I--” I close my eyes as her sharp teeth drag down my skin. It’s been a while. Between all the stress, all the job changes, everything, I haven’t really been able to perform lately. 

“I need you,” Juliette whines. “Please, Corin.” Her hand slips inside my clothes and she huffs in frustration. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I--” I huff and shake my head. “I want to. I really want to, I just--”

Juliette stands up in a huff. “If you wanted to, you would!” she roars at me. “What’s wrong with me? Am I not enough for you anymore?”

My eyes go wide and fear grabs hold of my chest. “Juliette, that’s not true! That’s not it at all!”

“You get hard in your sleep!” Juliette sobs. “Why can’t you get hard for me?” She falls to her knees, crying. I hadn’t realized how hard this has been weighing on her.

“Don’t cry, Juliette! Please don’t… please--” I fall down beside her, holding her tight in my arms. Both of us are sobbing, and we start to kiss. Her small hands paw at me in anger and need. I grab hold of her roughly.

“Corin!” she gasps out loud.

There on the floor, right next to the dirty clothes hamper, I get hard. I thrust deep into my wife, feeling her tighten around me. Everything feels intense and rough as we make love. She bites and claws at me, and I feel as though I cannot move hard enough. When we come together, I lose my breath and all my senses. I fill her to the brim and collapse on top of her. 

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper to her. “What’s happened to us?”

Juliette kisses my cheek. “I don’t know. It felt so easy in the beginning, so natural.” She shakes her head. “Now, I don’t know how to move around you.”

I lay down beside her, both of us holding each other’s hands as we stare up at the ceiling. There is a stain in the corner that started growing once we moved in. It’s gotten bigger, and I hadn’t noticed until now.

“I still love you,” I told her.

Juliette nods. “I know. I still love you.” She rolls her head over to look at me. “But is that enough?”

I look at her and squeeze her hand. “I don’t know.”

I move out, but only temporarily. We decide that would be best, to catch our breath, and to move on from the stress that is swallowing us whole. I take up a room at the True Love’s Kiss, and get a loan from Claude to open up my own business. To pay him back, I work three days a week at the hotel, while I work another three at my own office. 

While I work at the True Love’s Kiss, I have lunch with Juliette every day. Things are awkward, which is strange. Things were never awkward between us before, even when we first started dating. I feel like Juliette is hiding something from me, but I can’t put my finger on what.

“I still love you.” I tell her that every day.

Juliette nods. “I still love you too.” We kiss, but that’s all.

“You can tell me anything,” I say. “Everything.”

“I know,” she whispers. “Thanks.” 

It is about two months into this separation that my business starts picking up more. Old clients I used to see find me, and my schedule is filling up. I have to change my schedule with True Love’s Kiss and can only be there two days a week now. I am happy to stay busy.

Today, as I come back to my room from the office, there is a knock on my door. I am half undressed and getting ready for a shower. 

“Who’s there?” I call out.

“It’s me,” Juliette’s voice rings clear. “Can I come in?”

I quietly answer the door, opening it to see her standing there. She is fidgeting with her hands, twisting her wedding ring back and forth. She smiles when she sees me. 

“Did I interrupt anything?” she asks as she comes in. “I’d hate to think I stopped you from something important.” She looks me over with nostalgia. 

“No,” I shake my head. “Just got in and was going to take a shower.” I close the door behind her. “Is something wrong?” I adjust my pants and button them shut again.

Juliette is staring off into the distance, as if lost in thought. “Hmm?” She perks up. “Wrong? No. Well. Maybe. Yes. I don’t know.” She sits down on the foot of the bed and starts to fidget with her wedding ring again. She twists it back and forth, up and down, back and forth, up and down.

“Juliette,” I say sternly and kneel down beside her. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Juliette looks at me, and then far away from me. “I’m pregnant.”

This is a gut punch. It is visceral. My breath is taken from me and I begin to feel lightheaded. “Pregnant?”

Juliette nods. “Majorly.” She then looks at me. “Yours, of course. I’ve not… I would never--”

“No, I know.” I take hold of her hands. “I never even assumed.”

“I really wouldn’t,” she whimpers. “But I just… Corin, I don’t know what to do.” She begins sobbing, and I hold her tight in my arms. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” I whisper to her. “Oh, my love, it’s okay.” I sit back and cup her face between my palms. “I’ll move back home. I will do whatever it takes.” I wipe away the tear that’s falling from her eyes. 

Juliette presses her face into my chest. “You want this?”

“I’m not sure.” I rub her back lovingly. “What do you want?”

Juliette whimpers and clings to me. “I just want you back.” She looks up at me, teary-eyed and with a drippy nose. “But I’m so scared!”

I wipe her face and smile down at her. “I know.” I kiss her. “I’m scared too.”

Juliette grabs hold of me, wrapping her hands around the back of my head so I don’t move away from her. Her lips part, and I am pulled down into her. Juliette sinks into the bed as my hands grab hold of her thighs. I move easily into her embrace. I kick off my pants and pull down her leggings.

With a shocked gasp, Juliette opens for me, and accepts my fingertips and touch. I rub her mound and push open the petals, finding her wet and soft inside. Juliette lets out a soft cry and buries her face against my neck.

“Corin,” she whispers to me. “It’s been so long.”

“I know,” I grunt, unable to keep my thoughts straight. “How does it feel?”

“Keep going,” she gasps. “Just like that.” She arches her hips as my fingers sink inside her. I stretch my fingers out, shifting them so they grow longer and crook to reach that spot inside her she loves. Her arms grow tighter around me and she cries out into my ear. Her sweet sounds fill me with the vigor and desire I need.

As her thighs tremble and her inner walls clamp around me, I move my fingers harder. I pull something has been deeply buried from within her, and she cries out, thrashing, melting. Tears stream down her face and her nectar spills in my palm.

She coos as she eases into the mattress, her legs splayed wide before me. Her eyes are lidded and her lips pout, but both go wide as I place my cock on her. Her lashes flutter and her lips open up. She gasps loudly then turns her attention onto me.

“Yes, yes,” she nods. “Oh, Corin, yes.”

I watch her carefully as I spear ahead. Her warm, soft lips wrap around me, stretching as I go inside. They cling to me as I pull away, wanting me to stay in place. I rub my thumb to her clit, and Juliette lets out a strange cry. She seems to not care how she sounds anymore as I drive myself into her. Her fingers rake down my back and her sharp talons sink into my ass. I drive forward harder the more she gropes and claws me. I sink deeper into her, feeling as if I am losing myself. Everything feels hot and steamy, and it isn’t until later that I realize I left the shower on full blast.

Juliette and I cool on the bed, laying beside one another, her head upon my arm and her knuckles dragging down my chest. 

“You’re an animal,” she grunts. “Taking advantage of a pregnant woman like that.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry. How should I have made you come three times then?” I smirk down at her, taking hold of her hand and gazing at the wedding ring. 

Juliette smooshes her cheek to my chest. “This feels like it used to.”

I kiss her knuckles. “I know. It’s nice.”

Juliette sighs deeply. “How can we have a child, Corin, when we don’t even know ourselves anymore?” She closes her eyes. “We’re so fucking stupid.”

“I know,” I huff. “But stupid people raise kids all the time.”

Juliette sits up off the bed and glares down at me. “This is serious! We can barely be in the same room together these days.”

“We’re in the same room now.” I rub my hand across the middle of her back. “We used to be in the same room all the time. We can figure it out again.”

Juliette moves my hand so it rests on her belly. I sit up with her and kiss her forehead. “We still love each other, don’t we?”

“Of course.” My palm covers her lower back. “I mean, I still love you. Do you still--?”

“Yes!” She huffs. “Of course. I’m not an idiot or anything.” She lowers her eyes to her ring. “It’s just that… I don’t know. I love you, but it feels like I still don’t know you.”

I nod. “Sometimes I look at you and it feels as though you are hiding something from me. But I can’t figure it out because at the same time, I know it’s you.”

Juliette nods. “I understand.” She touches the wedding ring on my finger. She opens her mouth as if there is something she wishes to say, but in the same breath, she closes her mouth again. She stands up from the bed. “That shower has been on this whole time,” she huffs. “Maybe we should use it.”

I chuckle and get out of bed, following her to the bathroom. Standing in that shower with her, I’m so close, and yet there is a distance between us again. I grab hold of her just to make sure she is still there with me and she moves back, placing herself against my chest. As the hot water washes over us, the distance begins to close.

I run my fingers through her hair as it grows wet. I massage shampoo into her scalp and rinse it away. She sighs softly, leaning into my touch the entire time. When I rub the conditioner in, she turns around and starts scrubbing me.

“This soap smells awful,” she scoffs. “Why the hell did you buy it?”

“I had no idea. You always used to get my soap,” I chuckle. “I just picked something. I don’t know.”

Juliette scowls at me. “Are you really that hopeless?” she huffs. She moves me under the water to rinse off. “You can’t just pick any soap, okay? This one smells awful, and I bet that’s why your skin is so dry!”

“It’s dry?” I ask.

Juliette frowns. “You’re going to be a father! You have to know which soaps are drying and which are--” Juliette suddenly stops and goes slack for a moment. She steps back and looks up at me. “You’re going to be a father.”

I grab her tight and squeeze. “We can do this, Juliette. We can--” I whimper.

She sobs. “Come home,” she begs. “Please.”