You hear the sound of a zipper being dropped, and much to your dismay, you find that the guy next to you is pulling his cock out of his pants. You try to ignore it at first...not that you aren't getting turned on by the slowly transforming woman on the screen, but his behavior is rather distracting.
"Grrr..uhh..change, bitch!" he mutters in a gravelly voice, tugging on his rod.
You try to still concentrate on the movie, though it's getting more distracting. He's starts to thrash around in his seat, apparently oblivious to the disturbance he's causing.
"Ch...Change!" he says again, but his voice sounds...different somehow, maybe deeper.
You glance over, and find that his shirt seems to be straining at it's seams. "Dude, shut the fuck up!" says someone a row ahead of you, sounding as annoyed as you feel.
The man leaps to his feet, and screams "Everybody change!" His cock is right at your eye level, and you can't avoid seeing it, and that's when you notice it's a red rocket, popped from a fur-covered sheath. His body explodes through the clothes he's wearing, and his face swoops forward into a muzzle, and with a deafening howl, he announces his presence to the theatre as a legitimate werewolf.