"Umm," you say, backing away from the group, "I uhh..think I'll pass, if it's all the same to you."
"It's really NOT," Mike says, sneering at you.
"You're gonna change tonight," the brunette said, "One way or the other. By fangs or by thorns, it's really no matter to us. Hell, part of me wants you to run. Of course, you might not survive the experience if you do."
"Look, I don't want any trouble," you say, trying to figure out how to escape the situation, "Just..let me go. I know the value of silence as much as the next guy."
"Guys, come on, give him a break," the redhead said, seeming to take your side. She stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "He's an outsider. It's not like he knows anyone. He's gotta be terrified right now." She turns to you, looking ever-so sympathetic. "This is all freaking you out pretty hard, isn't it?"
You nod. "Actually, yeah, now that you mention it."
"Look," she says, "It's not so bad, let me show you how it's done." She smiles at you, pulling a thorn out of the pocket of her shorts. The other two are smiling as well, and you realize she was just calming you down so she could get closer to you, and to fuck with you. "The trick," she says, "Is putting the thorn where it's not going to fall out, and where nobody can just grab it. I like to use my bellybutton." She lifts her t-shirt slightly, tucking the thorn into her bellybutton. "The best part about this is it can just sit there. I pull my shirt down, and nobody knows. I can go home, watch some tv, or go to the movies, and I'm just like everyone else. See, nothing freaky, is it?"
"Umm.." you say, really speechless. The trio laugh at you some more; they're enjoying this.
"And then," the redhead says, grinning madly, "Whenever I feel like it, all I have to do is this," she slides her hand under her shirt, pinching her stomach. She winces for a second, then smiles even broader. "It stings for a sec, but then...woahh...haha, woahh..babyyyy!" She shudders hard for a few seconds, her eyes rolling back in her head. "And you're on cloud nine!" She lunges at you, planting a long french kiss on you, grinding against you. She pulls away, just as suddenly, then repeats it again on both Mike and the other girl. When she turns back to you, you see she's covered in a layer of sweat. "And..here...here's where thorn..where thorn gets..interesting," she says, almost panting, a wild grin on her face.
She turns away from you, "It starts with the eyes," she says, turning back around to show you her wide yellow eyes.
She twitches slightly, then pulls her hair back to show you her now elongated ears, covered in red fur. "It moves to the ears n..next.."
The twitching increased, and she holds up her hands. Her fingers are warping, thickening, growing covered in fur. Her manicured nails have turned black, and are growing into curved talons. "N..n.now claws.." she says, and the twitching turns into trembling. Her face is pulsating, and her mouth suddenly is filled with razor-sharp fangs. "Gnnowwrr...f...f..fangs!" She collapses onto the ground, writing on all fours. Her shirt tears, and muscle and red fur race across her body. Her face elongates. Her legs swell, ripping (but not destroying) her pants. Miraculously you somehow notice her bra doesn't shred either, keeping her a pg-13 werewolf girl. She rises to two feet, letting out an ear-piercing howl, then sits back on her haunches, looking alternately at her friends, then back at you.