Oh the pet. It was unexpected, but little did he know she was a sucker for them. Her circling him slowed and that purr grew louder. She was little more than a very large house cat with people she liked. Unless something threatened them, then she became the fierce beast. But he mentioned a drink. And she glanced back at the wall. She would have to change. She gave him another chirped purred meow. Before she trailed over to a lump of bushes. It was where she had some clothes hid, and it was out of direct eye shot.
Her shift back was loud, bones popping and reforming, muscles and organs shifting, flesh shrinking. It took a few minutes, and no doubt sounded like it was painful. And it was. But pain was not a deterrent and she had been shifting for fourteen years now. She didn't make a sound, beyond what her body made.
"Careful John. A girl can get addicted to those scritches." Maryanne was never one to make her shifts more than they were. She pulled a simple black camisole, and sports bra rolled into one. And stepped into her black shorts, hauling them up as she stepped out of the bush. And the redneck she was she didn't bother with any shoes.