Before anyone in the family could move, the room was suddenly flooded with the harsh glare of a brief flash of brilliant, bright violet white light.
As the light faded, each member of the family rubbed his or her eyes in disorientation... and began to notice a series of strange, physical transformations was beginning to affect them.
Megan noticed her hands, arms, and exposed legs were growing thicker, more muscular, and considerably hairier. She watched with horror as her feet swelled up in size, tearing to shreds both the tiny shoes and small socks she had been wearing. Both her feet were now monstrously large, covered with a thick coat of fuzzy, fur-like hair, and now sported large, razor sharp claws in place of toenails. The same transformation was taking place with her hands – they were now furry, meaty paws with deadly looking claws protruding from them. Megan's shorts and baby doll tee were now stretched to the limits their strained fabric would allow. Her strong, muscular, and masculine torso was covered with dark fur. Finally Megan felt her mouth and nose violently push outward from her face, forming a wolf-like snout. Her teeth elongated and grew sharper and hungrier looking. Her eyes narrowed, her ears extended, and she became a large, panting, wild looking wolf man wearing the tattered garments of a twelve-year old girl.
Megan's mother Janet was experiencing a similar transformation. She too was rapidly growing in size – her blouse and shorts now looking ridiculously tight on her massive seven-foot tall body. Janet's torso had swelled in width as well, giving her huge, broad shoulders and muscular, manly looking pectoral muscles. Beneath her tightly-stretched blouse, the taut shadow of a now useless bra was pinching into her masculine flesh. But something else was also happening to Janet's body – not only had she become a giant of a man (with visibly male genitalia bulging from beneath her much too small shorts), but Janet was also becoming something of a patchwork creature, like Frankenstein's monster. One of her arms was clearly longer than the other. The complexion of her skin didn't seem consistent from one place to the next. Visible scars and suture lines appeared on her body, as though connecting together a mishmash of random body parts from multiple doners. Even a set of weirdly mechanical bolts now appeared at the base of her neck, as though somehow necessary to connect her cadaverous head to the monstrous body beneath.
Steve, the father of the family, was not spared a transformation either. In contrast to his wife and daughter though, Steve's body seemed to be shrinking. He now stood barely five feet in height. His body had gained a strangely softer and more feminine shape as well. Generous, heavy breasts pushed their way out from his chest. His waist narrowed, his hips widened, and all the body fat from his middle aged pot belly seemed to get redirected into his ass, hips, and thighs. Long, thick, luxurious dark black hair sprouted from his formerly balding head. Steve's hair now hung down to waist. His face had reshaped into that of the classic femme fatale – a soft, narrow jawline with big, pouting lips framed by wide, pale cheekbones and highlighted by dark, sultry, almond eyes. Next, the color seemed to be drained from Steve's skin, bleaching his body the pale flesh tone popular in the goth subculture. Finally, Steve felt a cold shiver suddenly tingle through his body, as though his blood were being replaced with icy cold water. He felt his front incisors suddenly elongate and sharpen... and recognized a weird new hunger in his belly as an urgent taste for human blood. He had become a female vampire.
Lastly, Alan began to change as well. The muscular teenage boy was becoming more diminutive, shrinking to an even smaller size than his father had become. Alan was also becoming visibly aged and hunchbacked. Liver spots suddenly sprouted on his skin, even as it wrinkled and withered to a leathery, ancient looking consistency. His eyebrows grew thick, bushy, and white. Likewise, the hair on Alan's head suddenly sprouted into a tangled bird's nest of wild, unkempt white hair. At the same time, a series of nasty, hairy warts were appearing in random spots across Alan's wrinkled skin. His nose seemed to sprout out, his chin become elongated, and finally his skin turned consistently a sickly shade of pale green. To all outside appearances, Alan (still clad in the over sized attire of a teenage boy) was now an ugly old hag – a stereotypical witch.
The family stared in disbelief and horror at one another, then heard a hollow-sounding, spectral voice emanate out from the walls.
“I grow weary of intruders!” said the voice. “You will be my monster guardians from now on, serving me and obeying my commands. You will hunt down and punish any who dare to violate the sanctity of this unholy place.”