http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=277973 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=277973)<br/><br/>Magnus sometimes wondered if his new form was a curse or a blessing. Sure people treat him differently, at any point it feels like he is one wrong move away from them pulling out the touches and pitchforks. On the other hand his new body was stronger, faster, and had a certain appeal to womenfolk. As far as he can make out, it's rather similar to lycanthropy. Only he has yet to have changed back any, and much to his and some poor girl's surprise, the curse is spread though intercourse.<br/><br/>That did inspire his latest business venture. That poor girl got very popular with the fellas after she got all cute and fluffy. Upscale ladies would pay a fortune to have bodies like that. Then there is also the option of getting girls who won't be miss, and... stocking the store with them. He has done a pawful of things to get the word out, handed out flyer, flirted with some ladies, hopefully generating some buzz. The flyers also mentioned an open position he needed filled as his own personal assistant. "Wanted: Female partner to help run store. Tasks include cooking, cleaning, sales, and customer relations. Room and board provided as well as many other perks."<br/><br/>So far nothing to show for it. His store is empty. Just him stationed behind the counter. The large orange tiger slouched over resting his head on his paws. Stripped tail flicked back in forth punctuating how bored and impatient he was getting. Maybe he could burn the store down and collect the insurance if this fell through.