Wererat, It wasn't that much of a surprise; lycanthrope is in the family, just seems to be a very passive form of it. Heck, the transformation was so subtle is that you had mistaken it for just puberty before the stranger changes came about. Heightened of smell and hearing, which made you one of the school's go-to guys for the happening on campus, but also had a hell of a time in the shower room. An iron gut that lets you eat almost anything made some money on a few dares to eating literal garbage. Above all, an overall bust in health, as shifting was an excellent fat burner and all that lean muscle made you one hell of a track star.
Just the side effect that they turned on you as soon as the school found out you were a lycanthrope when you had one too many drinks at prom. No longer a jock but a freak of nature who was more animal than man as rumors abound of the evil rat-men and their garbage ways. The stories soon turned to bully as your lunch was replaced with rotting trash from the cans, your locker was vandalized with slurs like "rat fucker" and "buckteeth." not even a member of your own team would help you as they found excuses to fight you after school seeing you're on the weaker side of the werebeast spectrum and than nearly getting arrested for defending yourself based on spreading a magical virus...all but Sam, who was a true friend during that time and one of the few people who you've shown your proper form too and not regreded it.
"ok, I think I get what I need from your human side, now let's move to shift parts of you," she said as you opened your eyes again and saw the light brown fuzz growing onto your arms and legs and taste iron in your mouth as your gums were bleeding from your front teeth shifting a bit.
"what do you need me to shift," you ask as you get yourself ready to change.
"I want you to shift your...."