You begin to feel a strange tingle, and you hook your thumbs into the elastic waistband of your shorts, pulling it away from your
belly just enough to look down inside.
Peeking down your shorts, your gaze goes to the lacy panties you put on that morning, and you see something disturbing.
Tufts of hair, far thicker than your pubic hair and chestnut brown like the hair on your head, are poking from the top and sides of
your panties. Strange, feral urges begin to whisper in the back of your mind, and a curious shiver passes through your nether
regions.
You manage to hide how much this has shaken you as you turn to face Finn, tossing your silky waist-length hair out of your face
standoffishly.
"I hate to tell you this," you say with a sneer, "but your spell fizzled, old man."
"Oh? Don't get cocky. That was just a taste. It can go further..."
You choke back your uncertainty. He could be right, but you can probably stop him before he does any more. You take a step
forward.
"I'm going to keep you from hurting these people, old man."
"Oh, really? Why do they always have to make things difficult," Finn says, pointing the wand and unleashing a powerful bolt of
magick from it.
The bolt strikes you square in the chest, knocking you to the ground, and you begin to feel very odd indeed. Your clothes feel
tight, you've broken into a cold sweat, and your skin is crawling. You struggle to get up, panting, and look down frantically to
see what is happening to you.
You look at your hands and your toes in their sandles, and you see your nails are rapidly lengthening. You watch as your breasts
swell, erect nipples pressed taut against the fabric of your t-shirt. You gasp, but the sound comes out as something more akin to
a snarl, and probing with your tongue reveals the presence of fangs in your mouth. A mad itch spreads like fire across your body,
leaving in its wake sparse, scattered patches of hair.
"Now, are you going to do things my way, or do I have to finish the job," Finn says, glowering over you.