"Thanks, Rog, but if it's all the same to you I'd better be getting home." you say with a nervous smile. His friendliness to someone breaking into his house was off-putting already. Like the kind of thing you read see in horror movies and various other stories one might find on the internet. Hearing him say with a straight face that there's magic in this weird little house in the middle of nowhere gives you all the clues you need to get out before...well there are all kinds of situations where something like that could go very wrong.
"Oh, but it isn't all the same to me, Jack." he says and stands "You're not nearly ready to go home yet."
"Yeah sure. Look, pal, I don't know what-" you begin to say, but your voice is cut off by as your body abruptly falls to the floor. You try to stand, but no matter how much you try to force your body to rise all you can manage is to push yourself up on your hands and knees. You hear Roger chuckling slightly. You feel a strange warmth on your chest. Your fingers slip underneath your shirt. Your chest hair seems thicker. Not just thicker, but softer. Running your fingers through it, you realize that it's much more akin to hair or perhaps fur.
"Help me!" you cry out to Roger.
"Oh but I am helping you. Helping you get home." he says calmly. You watch as grey fur travels down your arm, the odd feeling of your muscles shifting as it begins to look like the front paw of a dog. Your fingers curl up as the fur surrounds your hand and changes it into a paw. Your other hand falls to the floor as the same thing happens to it. The fur crawls down your back and up your neck. You feel your face change as the warm fur spreads over your cheeks and over your head. Pointed wolf ears replace your human ones as they disappear beneath the fur. You try again to call out for help but before you can speak a word your mouth and nose push out into a muzzle. All you can do is form canine growls and moans as your teeth change shape. Your senses are assaulted as your nose turns canine.
"Though I'm sure you realize by this point that you won't be going to some house or apartment in the city. There are far too many captured in those cages." Roger says "Your home is the forest." You suddenly feel your legs straighten out as they shift form. Your awkward stance all too quickly becomes more comfortable as your spine and legs force you into a quadrupedal stance. The final change is the growth of a wolfs tail pushing uncomfortably out of your human clothing. Roger chuckles again as he sees you trying to shake free of them.
"Let me help you get free of those." Roger says. With a wave of his fingers the clothing you wore turns to ashes and fall on the floor. You give your entire body a shake to rid yourself of the stuff. The human...Rick? Or was it...? Well it hardly matters what the human's name is. He gestures for you to follow. He leads you to the front door and gestures for you to leave.
"Your home awaits, Jack. Follow your nose and you'll find a pack of others that I've freed from their humanity." he says.
You're hesitant to leave at first, but you eventually give a tentative sniff to the outside. The scent of the others caught, you find yourself walking, and then running towards them. Eventually you encounter your new pack and realize that you are indeed home. Still, you wonder why that odd human called you Jack.