The door to the library swings open quickly; the butler and a young, auburn haired girl in a french maid's outfit rush in.
"Sir, what's wrong?" asks the butler.
"I..I.." you say, struggling to find the words, feeling a tingling sensation on the back of your hands. You look down, seeing silver fur sprouting from them, your knuckles growing more gnarled and thick.
"The change is finally upon our new master!" says the butler, a sound of triumph in his voice, and a growth of fur sprouting on his face.
"Nooo!" You say through a fang-filled mouth, trying to push your way past him, wanting to escape your fate.
The maid steps in front of you, grabbing you by the shoulders. "Embrace it, master!" she says, growling at you, her body shuddering and swelling, her outfit shredding.
You shove her away, even as auburn fur coats her body as she shudders on the floor, moaning in an entirely feral way.
Your own body begins to feel foreign to you, too big...somehow awkward. The buttons on your shirt begin to pop off, one by one.
You run down the hall, even as your toes, now longer and taloned, push through the front of your shoes. You hear a pair of howls behind you; glancing back, you see your two former servants chasing after you, now fully lupine.
Your chest is coated in thick, silver fur, and you can feel your spine popping, your posture becoming more hunched-over. You know that if you drop to all fours that you can run faster, but you're afraid of embracing what you've become.
You don't know what to do; perhaps you should run outside? Maybe if you make it out, the change won't affect you any longer. Or perhaps you should simply hide somewhere in the house, collect your thoughts. Panic certainly isn't helping your situation.