Trey sighed, and started getting out of his clothes.
“Hey wait, what are you doing?” Darren asked.
“You don’t get it–have you ever even been around a real Ruff before? Have you even been a Ruff?”
“I can’t say I’ve had the privilege, no, but for me, I’ve always been a lot more interested in being with one than being one.”
“That’s not…look, I understand the appeal, I really do, there’s always been a whole thing about them, but I’m not just going to be your little…fantasy thing, for you.”
“It’s your fantasy too, or else why are you putting it on everyday?” Darren said, “Not like it’s working, I mean, look at yourself.”
“I fucking know that,” Trey said, “You think I can’t fucking see that?” He started getting out of his work clothes, “Get the fuck out, this is such a fucking waste of my fucking time.”
“Oh yeah?” Darren said, “and what are you gonna do instead? Sit in here and feel sorry for yourself, if you feel fucking anything at all?” He sighed, and sat down on the bed. “Look, we…don’t know each other, I get that. I don’t have any right to tell you what to do, or who to be, but I just…you were so much…fun that night, and in the morning, I could see how miserable you were, but you don’t have to be. Maybe you’re right, maybe it won’t work, but then we could always try something else. So what do you say, you wanna have a bit of fun? Or do you just want to be miserable?”
Trey sighed, and looked at the Ruffhat in his hands, and down at himself, already mostly dressed. “I’m not…opposed to going out somewhere. We could go to Cubsters again, or something a little rougher if you want, but this…this isn’t going to work how you think it’s going to work.”
“You mean it’s not going to turn you into the hulking, muscular, hairy construction worker of my deepest fantasies?” Darren said, and Trey chuckled.
“Fine, you know what? You wouldn’t believe me even if I could tell you, so how about I just show you instead? I’ll put it on, you’ll see what I’m talking about, and then we’ll take it off, have a chuckle, and figure out something else to do instead.”
Trey took a deep breath, and set the RuffHat on his head, and the last thing he remembered seeing clearly was the pure glee on Darren’s face, and then the familiar sensation of pleasant, happy dumb settled over his mind like a fog. The hat was on; it was time for work, right? But around him…this wasn’t a place for work, right? It wasn’t even the time for work–it was dark out. Not morning dark, not get a cup of coffee and get to work dark. Night dark. Sleep dark.
Darren just watched the change sweeping through Trey’s body, from the head down to his feet. He’d…heard about these before. Hell, he’d even known a few guys who’d owned one at one point or another, but they’d passed them along or lost them in the course of a Change, as things go. The face–it was still Trey’s face, mostly, but as the hat went on him, there were small shifts in him. His jaw grew more angular, his eyes sank back into a heavier brow, a thick stubble grew in across his cheeks, and became a full beard in a matter of moments. The rest of his body followed suit, remaining similar, but taking on new characteristics. Broader shoulders, even as he shrank slightly, losing a few inches in height, giving him a thick silhouette. More hair filled in, not that all of it was easy to see, but from the coating across his shoulders under the straps of his overalls, he likely had quite the pelt…but just like everyone had always told him–it was the smell that was most divine.
Sawdust, fresh sweat, gravel, the heat of the sun. It was all there, and it was so divine. All of him was so divine. “So…uh…ya got some work for me to do ‘round here?” he said. “I, uh, don’t really see any tah do, but I’d be happy tah–”
Before the Ruff could say anything else, Darren moved in closer and kissed him, and for one magical moment everything was exactly how he imagined it, and then the Ruff sputtered and shoved him away.
“What the hell’d you do that for?” the Ruff said, wiping his lips.
Darren just looked at him in confusion. “Because…because you’re sexy as all hell, man, what’s wrong with you?”
The Ruff just shook his head. “No, see, I do work–that’s what I’m for. You…you have some work? I could, uh, hammer things, or carry some stuff, or, well, you know, things like that! I’m real good at it. There has to be some work, or else, why am I here?”
“Work?” Darren said, “I get it–yeah, I know some work for you to do, for sure.” He stepped close again, and undid the clasps on the Ruff’s overalls before he could stop him, and reached for the Ruff’s cock, only to find…nothing. Confused, he looked down and saw that where the Ruff’s cock and balls should have been, there was…nothing. Just a dense patch of hair, and nothing else.