As soon as you came home from school, you were greeted to a note on the Microwave stating that your Mom wasn't going to be home at all that night, she was spending the night with Mark, the skeazy divorce attorney. Just as well, you didn't need her coming home and walking in on you transforming into a werewolf.
You washed your sheets from the previous night, dousing them in detergent and stain remover to get the dirt out. At least tonight was Friday night, so you didn't have to worry about potentially missing school. You started feeling increasingly restless. Your insides were crying out to turn into the wolf, but you resist it, knowing Nick wanted to see it happen.
Soon enough, the sun had set and soon after that, Nick was knocking at your door. You run over to the door and pull him inside, quickly closing the door behind him.
"Okay, let's do this!" he says, rubbing his hands together. He follows you into the living room.
"After I bite you, try focusing on becoming a wolf. Hopefully it'll work for you tonight," you say. The excitement in the room is electric. "And if you change your mind, say so. Then I won't bite you."
As you walk along, you're already focusing on becoming the wolf. You figured it happened last night because you wanted it, and that appears to be the case this time as well as you can already feel the familiar changes coming over you again, the claws, the fur. You start breathing heavier. The changes are coming faster and less painfully this time. You rip your shirt trying to get it off. Your socks stretch to their breaking point and rip of as your feet shift. The seat of your pants grows tight and rips as your tail grows out. You reach down with your clawed hands and rip off the torn remains. Your ears grow pointed and shift to the top of your head and you fall to your knees, bracing yourself as your face pushes out into a muzzle.
You slowly stand up and reveal your new wolf self to Nick. He is just standing there, in awe and shaking with excitement.
"That was...totally awesome!" he exclaims.
A wolfish smile crosses your face as you bare your fangs. You slowly walk over to him and he runs his fingers through your fur.
"Yes. Yes, I want this," he says.
You slowly and carefully remove his shirt and then lean down and bite him on the shoulder. He cries out and you let go. You can taste his blood on your lips. It tastes bitter, like the most revolting thing you have ever tasted. So much for werewolves hunting humans. You leave Nick and run to the kitchen, sticking your snout under the faucet and turning the water on. Your new, long tounge laps at the running water, trying to wash the taste of blood out of your mouth.
Your wipe the dripping water from your mouth with your furry hand as you walk back into the living room.
Nick is sitting on the floor, contorting and crying out in pain. Fur has grown all over. You notice his fingernails are now claws. It was working. You had given your friend what he always wanted. You watch with fascination. You have until this point only seen yourself change, but not someone else.
Nick reaches down and quickly pulls off his pants and his underwear. His body is quickly being covered by thick, brown fur. An interesting difference from your gray and black. Nick's ears grew pointed and moved to the top of his head. His feet shifted and his tail grew, just like they had on you. He made deep, gutteral cries of pain through his mouth, full of sharp teeth before his face pushed out into a snout. His changes were finished. You realize that you were well on your way to creating your own pack.