Transitions (Part 2)

Controlling the beast was another matter. Luckily, it could be contained in the car, and I would get back home at dawn before anyone realised I was gone. What a mess I always looked when I woke up, drenched in sweat and naked, my dark long hair all wild and wrapped around my shoulders. However, I was strangely calm and satiated. The calm after the storm. The first time I saw myself in the car mirror I was shocked, but lately I laughed at myself instead. Then it occurred to me one day: I no longer wanted to be stuck inside the car when the time came. I wanted to be free and see what happened. The next time I was going to set the beast free to follow its desires… come what may. A sly smile crossed my lips and my eyes sparkled with wicked delight in the morning sun. The beast was hungry for fun.