It's a nice night out, and the moon is shining bright and full, bathing the path, and you, in silvery light. As the moonlight hits you,
you sniff, and the musky scent of the perfume wafts into your nostrils again. You feel more than a little aroused at the odor,
running a hand along the crotch of your jeans while another clutches at your breasts. Your own actions startle you, and you begin
to wonder if the perfume might not be affecting you somehow...
You feel short of breath, and gasp, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly, and again surprising yourself as you make a noise that
sounds vaguely like a snarl. What's more disturbing, though, is that your clutching hand has torn a hole in your shirt, exposing
your left breast to the night air. Your left hand has grown hairy and gnarled, more hair sprouting upon it even as you watch.
Flexing your fingers and dropping the torn piece of your shirt, you watch as your fingernails grow out into sharp claws...
What on earth is happening to you?