It was late afternoon when Damon and Nate were released from the hospital. The doctors were amazed at the healing the two boys did and did not see any need to keep them any longer. Nate bid farewell to his friend as his parents drove him home. As they drove home, Nate noticed that it was starting to get darker out as it tended to do in the fall time. A short time later, they were home safe and sound. Nate went upstairs to his room to relax for awhile and have a little peace and quiet. He laid down on his bed and slowly started to doze off.
He awoke suddenly a few hours later to a dark room. He felt a sudden sting of nausea in his stomach and it grew stronger until he felt for sure he was going to hurl. He stumbled towards his bedroom door, trying to make it to the bathroom but realized he wasn't going to make it, settling for the wastebasket instead. He vomited up what little was in his stomach and then reached over to the switch on the wall and flipped it on. He wiped off his mouth and looked down into the wastebasket, seeing a mix of puke and some red stuff he quickly identified as blood. He walked over to the mirror on the back of his closet door and opened his mouth to inspect it. He was immediately shocked to see his teeth were longer and sharper.
"No way," his whispered. Nate pulled off his shirt and was shocked to see how much hairier his previously hairless pubescent body was. He noticed the large, white bandage on his arm and pulled it off, finding the wound completely healed and scarred. His breathing quickened as he became both excited and terrified. He heard his cell phone ding, notifying him he had a new text message. He walked over and picked it up off his nightstand. He unlocked it and opened the messages to see a new one from Damon. It was a selfie of him, looking roughly as transformed as Nate with a one word message: Dude!!!
Nate was about to text him back when he felt a searing pain in his hands and watched in shock as his thin fingernails broke away as large, thick claws grew out in their place. He dropped the phone onto his bed and looked at his transforming hands, his palms becoming rough with the texture of paw pads. He couldn't believe this was happening. Part of him had always fantasized about being a werewolf. But now that it was happening, he was scared. He felt an excruciating pain radiate through his skull and down through his body. Logically speaking, of course turning into a werewolf would be painful, but this was more than he had ever known in his life. Crunches and pops filled the silence of his room as Nate slowly watched his body be transformed by some unseen force. He kept telling himself he should enjoy it. He had wanted it for so long after all. He felt his skull begin to change as his face slowly started to push out into a snout. He watched in the mirror in awe. His face was now covered in fur and his lips had become thinner and darker. His nose was upturned, black and cold. His mouth was full of long, sharp fangs. He turned his head and watched as his ears as they grew to lupine points. He felt himself get hard from the excitement of what was happening. He began to accept it was happening regardless and took a step back from the mirror to examine the changes.
His chest and back began to grow and reform and his watched in awe as he grew and reformed into a beast of the night. He pulled off his blue jeans and watched as his legs and feet, grew and reformed into digitigrade paws, with large, sharp claws to match his hands. He also noticed his penis had changed as well, becoming more canine in nature in a furry, covered pouch. He looked back to the mirror and saw the hulking, hairy werewolf he had become in the short period of time and couldn't help but feel ecstatic about it. He flexed his new musculature and bared his large, sharp fangs as he let out a deep growl. It sunk in that this was really happening to him.
Breaking the spell though was a knock at the door. He froze, knowing one or both of his parents were on the other side. He wasn't sure what to do. He looked over to the bedroom window as a possible means of escape. He heard the knock again.
"Nate, sweetie? We were thinking of heading out to get some dinner. Would you like to come?" It was his mom. He looked down at himself. She couldn't see him like this. He was a monster. His heart raced as he debated what to do.