The Problems with Babysitting a Lycanthrope
Rachel sighed as she walked up to
the house. It was the house of the
Rachel walked up to the door, and knocked twice. The door opened, and she found herself looking at a chest. Specifically, the chest of a guy who was eight feet tall, dwarfing Rachel. Rachel looked up, and gulped. “Um. Hi. I’m the, err, babysitter. I talked to you on the phone.”
The man looked down at her with a completely solemn look on his face. He had long hair, practically in a mane. He smiled.
“Glad you’re here.” He patted her on the head. Rachel had to struggle not to fall down. The man continued, “We really need someone to baby-sit young Bebi. We couldn’t find anyone. I’m Mr. Leon.”
Rachel nodded. “Well, I’m glad to be here. I just want a job. So, where’s the kid.”
Mr. Leon opened the door, and stepped aside. “He’s in the living room, in his crib.”
Rachel
thought to herself, “Good, a baby. That way, I can just goof off.”
A beautiful lady came out of the bedroom. She had a noble look, and beautiful long hair. She was obviously Mrs. Leon. She turned to her husband, and said, “Well, shall we leave, dear?”
“Of course, honey.” On the way out, Mr. Leon said, “Instructions are on the kitchen table, and emergency numbers are by the phone. We will be back later tonight, at about 9:00.”
As they left, Rachel looked at the clock. It was 5:00. She had a good four hours until they came back. She peeked in at the baby, and saw that the kid was fine. She walked over to the sofa, leaned back, and relaxed.
She turned to the phone, and called up a friend, “Yo, Rosalyn, you’re right. Babysitting is EASY. I just have to babysit a little baby. Anyway, how’s that Kelvin, or whatever his name is, doing. The kid with the stuffed tiger.”
Rachel eventually hung up on Rosalyn and started to watch TV to pass the time. She periodically checked in on the baby, who looked fine. She also looked at the books around the wall. Most dealt with lycanthorpy, and therianthropy. One was a Bloody Roar Strategy guide. Also, there was a bunch of stuff about Africa, and the Savanna.
Rachel though to herself, “Okay, What kind of crazies have this much fantasy stuff.” She went in to check on the baby.
About then, the clock struck 6:00, and the full moon rose in the sky. Rachel looked up, and noticed that the window happened to be positioned so that the moon landed exactly on the baby’s crib. The moon shined directly on the baby.
Rachel watched in shock as the baby suddenly began to sprout fur. She backed up against the wall, but couldn’t stop staring. The kid’s eyes slowly turned yellow. The child rolled over, as his tail slowly poked through a little slit in his diaper. The child’s hands sprouted small pads, and tiny claws. The child kicked his feet a little as his feet sprouted similar pads and claws. Finally, the child’s small mane filled out. The child looked up at Rachel, and cooed happily, revealing sharp teeth.
Rachel gulped, and moved a step closer to the lion-like child. The baby looked up at her innocently.
Rachel smiled. “Well, it doesn’t look that bad.” She reached towards the baby. “Cochie-cochie-cooooWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!” The baby chomped down on her finger, hard. Rachel jumped back, waving her finger. She then revealed that having a Navy Officer for a father gives you a knowledge of many interesting types of language. Including a nice Mongolian one with a rather large variety of swear words.
About five minutes later, Rachel took a few deep breaths. She turned back to the baby. She felt, somehow, more…energized. She turned to the baby, and pointed. “Do NOT do that.” The baby just giggled.
Rachel sniffed the air. She wrinkled her nose. She realized just why the baby was giggling. She sighed, “Well, I still have to perform my babysitting duties.” She wrinkled her nose again. However, as she wrinkled her nose, it changed shape, becoming more compact, and also turned pink. She turned to the cupboard. As she turned, a tail poked out of her jeans. The child, meanwhile, continued giggling.
Rachel scratched at her back with one hand, as she looked through the cupboard with the other. As she scratched her back, her fingernails became sharp claws. She muttered to herself, “Now where is the diapers. This cupboard is so dark…oh, there they are!” She turned back around, revealing her eyes had turned a piercing green.
Rachel’s ears began to come to sharp points, as she walked over to the baby. She pulled out a diaper. And began getting it ready. Meanwhile, some of the fur that had been growing on her back moved up to her head, as her whiskers slowly started to grow out, and her face reformed into a muzzle.
She put down the diaper for a second, because her feet were beginning to get uncomfortable. She pulled off her tennis shoes, and looked at her socks. Nothing seemed abnormal. She just had her three clawed toes poking through her socks.
She finished replacing the dirty diaper, and looked over the baby. She stretched once as fur swept over her body, and the last bits of the transformation finished. She turned to the child, and picked him up. She tapped him once on the nose, and made cutesy noises to it. The baby only giggled.
Mr. and Mrs. Leon talked with each other, tails entwined, as they went up to the front door. When they opened it, they saw a relatively strange sight.
Rachel was in front of the baby, telling it a story from a book of fairy tales. “And then the evil werewolf attacked Baby Bonnie Hood. Luckily, she brought along her Cougar Magnum. She pegged the evil werewolf with one shot. And she lived happily ever after on the bounty from the wolf’s head. The End.”
Rachel looked up at the Leons. “Oh, hi. I was just finishing reading your cub a story. He’s really well-behaved. He chomped on me once though. Anyway, after that I told him off, and changed his diaper. He seemed more well-behaved.”
Mr. Leon blinked. “You do realize that he was more well-behaved because he likes were-lions more than humans, don’t you.”
A look of confusion spread across Rachel’s face. “What do you mean? I’m a human…right?” At the glare from Mr. Leon, she thought for a second. She then reached back, touched her tail, put her hand back at her side, and took a deep breath.
It’s a little known fact, but some teenage girls, when angered, have screamed at decibels high enough to shatter glass. Of course, Rachel might have been helped by the fact that her vocal cords were stronger as a were-lion, but this doesn’t really matter much.
Mrs. Leon removed the ear-plugs from her ears. Mr. Leon, who wasn’t QUITE as smart, was twitching on the floor. “Yes dear, I am afraid you have been transformed into a were-lion. We can’t cure you, because cures are impossible. You won’t have any problems though. You only transform at will, or on full moons. You should only have minor attitude changes. Besides your parents, no one needs to know you have changed any. You’ll also be stronger, faster, and more agile. You’ll heal better as well, though you won’t be able to have silver jewelry.”
Rachel muttered under her breath. “I’ll sue.”
Mr. Leon got up, and laughed. “What, and be put in a research foundation for the rest of your life? We will, however, compensate you. How does $20, and a book on lycanthropy sound?”
Rachel sighed, “Sounds like the best I’m going to get. Oh well, there’s just one big problem.”
“What’s that?”
“My friend Rosalyn is going to have a lot of fun with this. She has a REALLY sick sense of humor. I’m never going to hear the end of it.”
Rachel sighed, then seemed to think about something. She asked, “Can I have some tuna? I’m starved.”
Everybody laughed.
The End