Carrie stood quickly and backed away from her chair, her eyes wide as she saw the dark hair sprouting on the waitress' legs. She winced as the girl's shoes split open, revealing thick talons. The waitress looked towards her with a toothy grimace, her canines sharpening as her eyes took on a golden cast.
That was when Carrie broke into a run. She hopped the fence about the patio area without much difficulty, and dashed down an alleyway.
Thankfully, none in the bistro had given chase, rapt as they were in their transformations as the moon slowly bathed the streets in silver.
This left Carrie panting in the dark alley, frantically wondering how she was going to get out of the predicament as the groans of the occupants of the district echoed against the cobblestone. Her breath was visible in the cold air, and she began to feel oddly tense, her joints tightening as she leaned against the brick wall.
A tingling seeped into Carrie's scalp, and her short brown hair began to hang down in her face. She reached up to brush it away only to find it writhing at her touch, growing longer and thicker even as a widow's peak began to jut down from her hairline. She stroked it in confusion as it splayed out wildly, reaching her shoulders and continuing on. Rubbing the back of her neck she found more hair there, tickling and sprouting its way down under the collar of her shirt.
Her fingertips throbbed as she withdrew her hand only to see her nails springing into arching, sharp shapes.
It was happening. She was one of them now...