You hear the young man scream and roll in the grass as his ears form points and grow toward the top of his head. His nose
seems to push forward while his chin and forehead slightly slope back. His canines sharpen. He claws his heaving chest with his
fingernails and his toes curl. "I'm changing..."
You decide to begin running away again. In the distance the man in the porkpie hat flicks his wand again at the young man
writhing in the grass as shocked partygoers look on. The young man's feet stop growing, but now they and his legs remain
covered with thick hair, and his toenails have curved and sharpened. His arms have thickened and are equally hairy, and the
hands have claws as well. Tatters of his shirt partially cover up the massive amounts of thick chest hair covering his chest, where
two tiny rows of nipples have sprouted. His face is bushy with whiskers and hair. It now looks feral and depraved. The
partygoers can still recognize their friend, but cannot say he's totally human. The young man screams in rage until drool comes
out his mouth and his "argghhh" becomes a faint growl.
The man in the porkpie fumes. "Out of all the times I had to lose my cool! He's seen too much!" He points toward you and
shouts to the feral boy, "sic 'im!"
The wolf boy gets up and rockets toward you--on all fours. You try to stay ahead.
You remember the punch you may have licked. Could you perhaps fight fire with fire? But how would you transform without
getting pointed at with the stick?
Or should you try to make it out as a human?