You hear sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor of the hall and growl. It's your best friend Alex. You forgot you made plans to go on a double date with him tonight! "Hey, Blair-o, I got the beer and the girls waiting in the car!" he says, voice floating down the hallway. "I hooked you up with that Sarah chick, and I nabbed Sonya, so let's go!" He waits for you to come out, but he gets no response. "Blair? Are you here?" You hear his footsteps coming towards the hall entrance. "C'mon, man, this is no time for games! I was late picking Sara and Sonya up anyway!" His voice sounds extremely close now. Whining in fear, you sprint down the hallway and into your bathroom, hitting your head on the doorframe due to your increased height. You turn, slam, and lock the door just as you hear Alex turn around the corner.
"Blair? Are you in the bathroom?" he asks, footsteps coming closer. "Yeah, Alex, I'm fine..." you say, realizing how deep and growly your voice sounds. "Are you ok?" he asks, sounding concerned. He's right outside the door now. "Hey, if you're not feeling up to it, I'll tell the girls we'll go tomorrow. They'll be disappointed, but they'll still go!" You don't answer him. His voice takes on a slightly angry tone. "C'mon, Blair, you can't just stay in there and expect me to leave! At least tell me what's wrong!" the doorknob rattles, and you back up against the wall, tail flipping back and forth in fear. "Open the door!" he yells.
You can't just not answer him, he'll get pissed off and not talk to you for a week. Letting out a small howl of defeat, you cross the bathroom floor and unlock the door. "That's it! Let's go have the night of our lives!" Alex whoops from the other side. Taking a few deep breaths, you fling open the door, revealing your huge, wolfish frame to Alex.
He's standing there, and when his eyes run over your massive, muscular body and wolf head, his smile drains off his face. "Oh... he says, sounding surprised. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff... are you wearing stilts in that thing or something?' he says, backing away slowly. You mind quickly reels for an excuse. "No, look Alex..." you say, stepping under the doorframe and padding towards him. "You remember that Elsie girl I was dating a few weeks ago? She put me in this thing while I was sleeping somehow, and I can't get it off!" Your wolf face contorts into one searching for pity.
To you relief, Alex grins instead of running away screaming. Then he starts to laugh. "Oh, man, Blair, I knew that Elsie was a bitch, but I didn't think she'd take it this far..." He laughs again, and claps you on the lower back, as he can't reach the higher part. "Wow, that fur feels almost real..." he says in wonder. "And you're like eight feet tall! If I didn't know better, I'd say that wasn't a costume!" he laughs again. "Here, let's get it off real quick and go on our date." Without as much as a second word, he sweeps into the bathroom, leaving you speechless in the hallway. Looks like your excuse worked a little too well...
He stands on a stepladder and is now eye level with you. "Ok." he says, grabbing your pointed, furry ears before you can say anything. "I'll pull on three.... one.... two..." You try to tell him to not, but he ignores you. "THREE!" he cries, pulling on your ears with all his might. You instinctively let out a very loud wolfish whine of pain as your ears slip out of his fingers and he goes crashing to the floor. Horror creeps over his face like a tidal wave. "It's... it's not a costume..." he says, all the color draining from his face.
You look at him with eyes filling with tears, afraid of how he reacts to this new information.