Unable to control herself, she found her mouth expressing her formerly hidden thoughts. "You're the only reason I came."
Ben seemed to relax at her touch. He slowly moved a hand and brought it to her back, pressing gently against her and pulling them closer together.
He was acting strangely, too, she thought. Jen remembered the last time a girl tried to invite her to the school dance, and he stammered a quick refusal. The Reluctant Quarterback, as he was called for a time after that, seemed more interested in football than women, which was one of the reasons why Jennifer had never tried seriously pursuing a relationship.
As they peered into each others' eyes, Jen felt a burning sensation throughout her body. It was most pronounced in her legs, and whatever it was, it made her shiver with pleasure. That's when she remembered the call. The curse. It was controlling her. And her pheromones were controlling him!
"I have to stop this! I've got to get out of here!" she thought inwardly. But her lips said something far different: "Do you find cheerleaders attractive?"
The burning in her legs settled into a mildly warm feeling. Her toes went numb and her feet began to feel cramped. As Ben answered her question, she absent-mindedly tossed off her high-heels.
"Is that a trick question?" He leaned his head closer to hers. His hand slowly slid from her back down to touch her firm ass. "Of course I do. And the most attractive one is talking to me right now."
She began to feel a tingle across her scalp.
"Jen," he said in playful disapproval. "I didn't know you weren't a natural blond." Jen didn't understand what he meant, but as a few stray strands fell across her eyes, it became clear to her that her hair was darker. The hair pushing out of the roots of her blond locks was a deep brown color. As it grew down her back, the dark brown spread beyond the newly grown hair and darkened all of it, right down to each strand's tip. Her hair also began to curl up, forming small twists that bounced like springs.
If this sudden change startled Ben, he didn't appear surprised. Instead, he leaned in even closer and buried his face in the growing mane, sniffing her pheromones with deep breaths. It felt so good to hold him close. Jen wanted to be with him forever. She longed to show him how much she wanted him. She couldn't fathom, now, why she had earlier tried to fight the rising playfulness in her spirit. It seemed perfectly natural now.
As she caressed his neck, the warmth in her legs intensified into a prickling sensation. It felt as if she had an itch in every pore on her legs. Reluctantly taking her eyes off the most important man in the world, she glanced down to see brown fur sprouting on her legs. It quickly grew into a thick coat. When she returned her eyes to Ben, he was smiling. "Forget to shave today?"
They shared a chuckle as she slowly eased Ben into a vacant corner of the room. No one else seemed to be noticing what was going on.
The irritation caused by her skirt scraping against her fur was too distracting. She casually undid the clasp on it and let the skirt snake down her legs while she continued to rub Ben's shoulders. "Clothes are so restricting, aren't they?" she asked. As soon as it was on the floor, she heard a tearing of fabric. Her ankles had lengthened a considerable amount, and torn her feet right out of their socks. Her numbed toes had hardened and combined into black cloven hooves. As her lower body continued to reshape itself, she lost her balance and stumbled forward into Ben. "Look at me, I haven't had anything to drink yet and I still manage to tip over."
Ben was taking her gradual transformation in an unusually composed manner. The pheromones must have affected his reasoning, Jen thought, otherwise he'd be running away screaming. But, on the other hand, why would he want to? The beauty of his life was blossoming before his very eyes. No creature on Earth would miss an opportunity like the one she was offering. "I think you look better without too many clothes, anyway," Ben said. He began to fondle her breasts. As he did, they became more firm and slowly expanded to slightly larger than her bra was comfortable with. Her blouse began to stretch and tear.
Music began to blare. Across the room, one of the guests had put a mix-tape into the stereo. "Let's go somewhere a little quieter," Ben suggested. "A little more private."