"My God! What's happening to me?" You say. "I didn't have a beard before the bear attack."
Madam Lutulla gives you an appraising look, "Bear you say?" You nod and rub your fully bearded cheek. You feel your muscles twitching and your clothes feel tight. "I don't think that was a bear, exactly." She says and turns away.
Madam walks into her storeroom leaving to contemplate your changes. You look in the shop's full length mirror. Your beard is a rich chestnut brown and fuller than it's ever been. You notice the wound has healed without leaving a trace of a scar. You also notice chest hair starting to peek out above your collar, also in a rich red-brown chestnut color and the backs of your hands are now covered in a dense coating of manly hair.
The bulge in your pants seems to be growing too. You pull at the waistband which is now tight due to your added layer of fat, but you do manage a peek at your bits and pieces. You look down between your legs, to see a much fatter than usual cockhead in your pants and because it's almost even with the waistband of your tighty whiteys you guess that you've grown a good four inches in length. All the things you notice, but you fail to notice Madam Lutulla standing not two feet from you as you admire your little friend.
She clears her throat and you blush, embarrassed at being caught checking out your package.
"Here, drink this." She says handing you a small vial of a glowing purple potion. You think the color is rather pretty, like a purple glow stick, except a very deep purple color.
"What does it do? Will it change me back?" you say and you are surprised by your deeper baritone voice.
"It will give you control over your eventual form; as to changing you back, no, it won't do that."
A look of terror fills your face, "You mean, I'm stuck like this and I'm gonna turn into a beast like the one that clawed me?"
Madam Lutulla rolls her eyes, sighs and explains as in the way adults explain to children who stubbornly refuse to get the point, "Yes, your stuck, you're a werebear now, but from what I witnessed coming out of the storeroom I don't think you're going to be terribly disappointed by your changes and yes, you're going to turn into a beast like the one that clawed you. Now drink that up and you'll be fine. You won't change randomly when you smell honey or catch the scent of a wandering bear or get angry because someone ate the last piece of cheesecake in the fridge. So, do drink up, you're shedding on my floor."
"But what about a cure?" you rumble in a now deep bass as buttons pop on your flannel shirt revealing a thick mat of chest hair.
"My dear," She says with a touch of pity, patting your furry cheek gently, "there is no cure. I'm sorry but, you're an ursanthrope now and you're just going to have to live with that and if you drink that potion within the next ten minutes you'll have control over that. If not, it will take decades for you to gain that level of control. The potion only works during your first change and you're starting to change so, please be a good chap and do drink up!" She says folding her arms over her chest waiting for you to comply.
Your hands are becoming paws with opposable thumbs as you uncork the vial. You look at yourself in the mirror and see that you're well on your way to being a full form werebear, your nose is broadening and blackening, your ears ar rounding and growing furry, bear fangs are pushing out your human teeth. In desperation, you chug down the vial's contents. It has a musky odor and tastes like what you'd imagine 'wet bear' would taste like, with just a hint of honey and peppermint.
"Uugh! That's nasty!" You say. "Tastes like you dipped a bear paw in mint tea."
"Well you're not far off, one of the ingredients is werebear fur." Madame says with a chuckle. "Have a look in the mirror."
You look back at yourself. You watch as the fangs recede, your nose regains its human shape and color, your ears and the rest of you drop your bear fur leaving you taller, stockier, hairier, and with a quick glance at your package a more generous bulge than the one you had. All in all you decide you're probably better off than you were. You flex your muscles and hear fabric rip. The seams of your flannel give up around the arms and the last button pops off revealing your hairy rounded belly.
"You did it! I'm human again!" you say in your booming voice, a huge grin parting your thick beard.
"No, you're not human. You just have control over your shape. But you're welcome all the same." She says.
"Uh… You wouldn't happen to have…" you start to say, indicating your torn shirt and Madame Lutella gives you a look.
"Does it look like I stock clothes, let alone clothes for six and a half going on seven foot Werebears?" She says.
You look around her potions and ingredients shop and grin sheepishly. "Uh… I suppose not." You say, doing your best to tuck in your shirt to cover your naked belly and chest. "Um… how much do I owe you for the potion?" you ask.
"That'll be $20.00 mundane or $15.00 mythic. I usually charge $50.00 mundane and $35.00 mythic, but I’m cutting you a deal because you've left ingredients for a replacement potion and then some on the floor." She points to the fur you shed while you were changing back. I also take Visa, Mastercard and Majika Express... but not Discover Card, my dear, no one takes Discover she says with a grin.
You pay her and she draws you a map to a tailor further on in the forest who she says can sell you clothes to fit. In fact, if you're willing to pay extra or do a favor for the tailor, he's likely to offer you magical clothing that expands with you as you change. She also recommends you talk to the forest ranger about a job as you're likely not to find one in the 'mundane world' that will accommodate a werebear's needs. She marks the ranger station on your map.
With that you thank her and leave the shop.