It was a cold Sunday in Sakura New Town. Cold for a June. Dew littered the grass and various fauna, reflecting the sun's glistening ray's creeping over Mount Wildwood. It blanketed the houses below in a warm and comforting glow.

The orange brightness was enough to wake some people up; one of those people was Natsume Amano.

The uncurtained window welcomed the sun's ray's, filling the once dark room with light. It illuminated all the neatly placed objects and items belonging to the girl, including her blanket covers. Since the night was much colder than the morning, Natsume had the mint green comforter pulled up under her chin. Her feet stuck out from the night of tossing and turning, but she didn't notice this as she slept.

She also didn't notice the feeling in her abdomen.

Turning over to her right so her face might avoid the warming rays, the covers went with her. It exposed the part of the bed where she had been sleeping most of the night.

On part near the edge, there was a splotch of dried blood, staining her sleeping shorts also in the process.

But also beside the spot was a tail, long and thin, sticking out of ,and pulling down a little, said sleeping shorts.

And yet it was only when Natsume couldn't go back to sleep from the sun's light poking at her did she decide it was time to get out of bed.

Throwing off the covers in sulky manner, she swept her legs off the bed and planted her feet on the floor. When the back her thighs hit the crimson stain, she froze and tried to comprehend what she felt.

Had she...but...it had to be. At thirteen, this was something she had to expect for her womenhood to sprout from her womb, or something like that. Her sex ed teacher had a weird way of explaining things.

But this was just bad considering she had just washed these sheets yesterday. At least it was better than what she thought it was at first.

Groaning a little, the girl stood up to get dressed before having to wash the bed covers. That was when she noticed the second surprise. After a three steps, a soft thump came from behind her. Natsume turned, thinking she dropped her phone, only to find a hairless tail on the floor leading up to the small of her back.

It was truly a surreal experience. She just looked at it, ironically detached from everything. The first thought that came after the mental silence was that she was just tired and seeing things. It made the most sense at this point.

Natsume just stumbled to dresser, reaching for the knob before she saw another thing. Her hand now had pads, colored slightly darker than the rest of her skin, that felt soft and sensitive. Along with that, her fingernails had gone sharper at the ends and felt looser than usual. Her eyes had gone as big as dinner plates as she stared at the other anomaly.

Ok, the tail she could just write off as some sort remenent of a dream, but these? No, just no. Just in case, Natsume pointed a finger at one of the pads, gingerly rubbing it. It gave a her a feeling equal to a tickle, but she was far from laughing. She wanted to scream at this point.

First, she just menstruated all over her covers (the ones she had just WASHED), and now she was turning into a werewolf? This couldn't get any worse.

Yet it did.

Natsume quickly gathered up an outfit consisting of a black t shirt with a pair of comic book lip and a capris, along with extra undergarments, before making the mistake of standing up in front of the mirror.

Instead of the normal rounded ears and brown eyes, Natsume instead had her ears pointed at the ends, her irises now a brilliant green.

She tried to ignore what she had seen and focus on changing from her bloody clothing.

But she halted everything before she had started when she realized she would need a pad. They were most likely downstairs in the bathroom cabinet.

That would be fine and dandy if it wasn't for the fact that she had this whole transformation thing going on. She would have to be extra silent now lest she wake up her family and cause some sort of panic.

Hesitantly, Natsume made her way to the closed door leading to the upstairs hallway. With her hand of the knob, she gulped and inhaled deeply.

It took less than a minute, but it felt faster to Natsume. She could remember the speed walking, almost sliding due to her socks, across the hallway, the sprint down the stairs, and the rummaging around cabinet before finding what she needed.

Now back at her destination, back against the door and her breath erractic, she slid down and waited for her heart to stop beating so fast.

"Ho boy," she muttered.

After finally calming down, Natsume began to dress herself, bottom to top. She wasn't surprised at this point when taking off her socks to see her feet had also changed to a more animal like form. The underside of her toes and balls of her feet had the same paw pads sticking out. She thought her pinky toe was missing at first until she turned her leg to see it had gone a few inches up her leg and shrunken into a dewclaw.

More questions were brought up during the seemingly long dressing, mostly "who", "how", and "why" questions. Why had had this happened? Who was responsible for this? Was it some yokai mischief or something else?

She needed some help and she knew exactly who to call.

The shed-like building was another building bathed in the sun's glory. It's blue walls contrasted against the mix of warm colors in the sky. Even his haze of sleepiness, Touma could mentally point it out.

He was dragging himself here after received a frantic call from Natsume telling him to come over to the Agency. She didn't say what it was, but he wasn't going to risk his friend getting hurt due to him thinking he was being pranked.

Once he went up to the door, he tried to open it only to find it was locked.

This worried him a little until it was unlocked and opened by Whisper, a frazzled look spread across his pale face.

"Uhh, hey Touma, I assume Natsume invited you over, am I correct?"

"She said that there some important stuff she needed help with,"

"Yeah...just, come in,".

The first thing Touma noticed in the room was the lighting, or the lack of it. The one room storage building was only illuminated by the light from the outside. It was hard to see much, but there was just enough to see the sobbing pile of blankets on the floor. The size of the lump gave away who it was.

"Natsume?" he asked, voice tinged with an icy fear.

"I'M A FREAK, TOUMA!" the voice practically pushed Touma back due to it's volume.

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean this!"

She sat up and pulled back the thin blanket, revealing what she had morphed in to.

Her faces was red from crying and tears covered her cheeks, jaw, and neck. Touma felt like runny mascara was the only thing that could make this more dramatic.

But her other features also caught his attention. She looked more...doglike. Her ears were pointed and her eyes had changed colors. Her hands now were clawed and had a pumped up skin for pads. Natsume's legs had the worst luck. The feet looked like a hairless canine had put it's heel down like a human. The last big feature was the whip-like tail that reminded him of a rat's.

"I can never go into society ever again! I'll have to live underground with a mask to hide my hideous face and learn opera!" Natsume moaned a little.

"Hey, it's gonna fine, Nat. We just need to find what's causing this and, err, find something to make it...betterrrrr?" he trailed off on the last part as he really couldn't make any promises. Her guess on this was as good as his.

Natsume sniffled, but didn't look like she was going to break out into tears, which was good.

"I'll, um, ask some questions about how you got to...this, and we can research and stuff like that," Touma felt weird being so hesitant and more emotional than usual.

"Ok, when did this start?"

"Well, I woke up this morning and felt kinda weird inside. It turned out it was because I had..." she looked away from him,

"My period...for the first time. This stuff," Natsume gestured to her tail, " just appeared over night, I think,".

"Were there any other signs before today?"

"No, none at all,".

Touma sighed. He had a vague idea that her starting puberty might coincide with the transformation, but there were just two pieces of evidence to go off of. At least it explained her sudden dramatic spell.

"Whisper, go on your pad and see what this is,"

"Right away," the ghostly butler whipped out his pad and began typing in the answers Natsume gave.

"Touma," said pre teen turned his head to face Natsume,

"thanks for coming over at the crack of dawn to support me. I feel kinda bad for waking you up early,"

"Hey, if you need my help, I'll be there. That's what friends do,".

Natsume let out a little smile that always thawed Touma's heart bit by bit.

"Hey, since we're friends, could we pick something up at McDonald's? I'm starving,".

Touma groaned. He knew who she wanted to pay for the food. But, after the morning she had, he would gladly do that.

A/N: Hey, Cj here. If you didn't see it already, I've gottwn rid of the old chapters of AFNA and replacing them. This is because I'm rewriting this story. After rereading the chapters, I've realized a lot of the vision I had for this story wasn't realized or done well.P.S, I've been slacking on Shit, Let's Be Parents because I can't figure out where start the story.