She has you pinned against the wall, and she obviously believes she has the upper hand. You’re beginning to sweat. Suddenly, you just stop. Your shoulder slump down and your head falls. You mumble something under your breath that she doesn’t quite catch.
“Come again?” She says as she leans loser to you.
“I said ‘no, you’re not’. You’re not gonna like mine,” Before she can react your hand shoots out and latches onto the wrist of the hand holding the syringe, while the other hand closes over her mouth. “But I will,”
Before she can even make a muffled scream you feel a heat begin to build up in your body, and a series of crack sounds begin to emanate from your bones. Her eyes widen as you gain mass exponentially, and a thick coat of black fur envelops your body, and your clothing shredding. The sound reaches a crescendo as your face pushes out too a muzzle and your tail grows in. She can only stare wide eyed at what you have become… A werewolf!