I'm a newly out trans girl, and it's my first night out since I came out. I've finally worked up the courage to go to my local gay bar, all dolled up in makeup and girl clothes, but only when I arrive do I realise it's their monthly Bear Night. I turn to leave, but the smell of musky, hairy men and leather entices me to stay...
As I order my first drink, a pack of big, hairy, musky men descends on me, introducing themselves, asking me personal questions, and ordering me more drinks. They encourage me to drink more, work up a sweat dancing with them, take off my clothes, loosen up my carefully trained voice...I'm having the perfect night. While I have my face buried in an extra-large bear's bulge, I feel clippers run over my head, as my carefully-grown shoulder-length hair is buzzed off, but I'm too blissed out on beer and man musk to care, as the rest of the night blurs in my mind.
I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in clothes that aren't my own. I stumble, bleary-eyed and confused, to the bathroom, and am shocked by my reflection. My stubbly face, my fresh buzzcut, unfamiliar to me. I wander into the kitchen and see a man, no, not a man, a BEAR, a 6'6" mountain of hair and fat, frying up a big, hearty breakfast. "Hey cub," he says, joy in his voice, "I'm so glad you found us last night, it's time we saved you, isn't that right?" My mind is still hazy, but I decide being saved sounds good, as I wolf down the first course of a five-course breakfast, gazing lovingly at my Daddy Bear.
The next month is...divine. My Daddy Bear helps me in every way. He cooks big, hearty, fatty meals for me every day, helping me pile on the pounds. He helps me kick my nasty addiction to shaving, giving me testosterone supplements to help my fur grow in. He helps me fix my voice, bringing it a whole new bassy, deep resonance. He gives me a new wardrobe; leather, leather and more leather. As my belly swells, my mind dims, only able to focus on getting hairier, eating delicious food, and, of course, being Daddy's eager bearslut in the bedroom. We spend lots of time with his pack, in saunas and gyms, hanging out, sweating and, of course, fucking like animals in heat. I never thought I could be this happy, until I accepted my inner man.
My first month of true bearhood is over now, and it's Bear Night at the pack's favourite gay bar, and I find myself hoping, deeply and truely, that a confused fakegirl will wander in, so I can save him the way I was saved...