Everyone had reconvened at Spelstorm Manor. Nick and Nate were both still in their werewolf forms and were joined in the living room by the five cat boys, Peter the Minotaur, Eric the lion, Michael the Satyr, and Jason and Vince, the wolf-men.
"Well, I must say that overall this is a strong start," said Circe overseeing the various people she had changed over the course of the day.
Suddenly, the living room windows were illuminated by blue and red flashing lights. There was a knock on the door. Circe went over and opened the door to two middle-aged cops.
"Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?" she asked.
"We're trying to find several missing teens, including one Michael McDonald, who was last seen in your company," said one of the officers.
"Oh yes," said Circe, "They're all here. Please come in."
The two cops walked into the front hall and saw into the living room. Michael waved to them. They both stood their awestruck at the barrage of creatures that stood before them, in particular the satyr they barely recognized as the boy from their picture. They looked to the left and saw the five cat boys sitting on the floor.
"What is going on here?" asked one of the officers.
"To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm just having a ball transforming people to their and my whims," she replied. "And I think you two would make excellent guard dogs for my house."
With a flick of the wrist, it was all over. Circe watched as the two officers tore at their clothes, dropping their belts and tearing off their clothes, watching in horror and fascination as their bodies transformed, twisted and changed.
"Please...please don't!" begged one of the officers. "I don't want to change!"
"But yet, you are anyway," replied Circe.
"I have a family! Please!" he cried out before the rest of the transformation over took both officers, their faces pushing out into snouts. The two guard dog-men stood up, one resembling a large anthro-Doberman, the other an anthro-German Shepard.
"You two, go guard the front of the house," said Circe. "Nick, revert to your human form and go get rid of that police car."
Nick did as he was told and quickly shifted back to his human form. Once again, he had to hold up his stretched out pants. He grabbed one of the officer's keyrings off their belt and went out to the cop car. He started it up, turned off the siren lights and drove off, admiring the sunset.
He parked the car in the park a ways off. He wiped down the areas he had touched to remove his fingerprints and stepped out of the car. He walked into the park. It had gotten dark by now.
Nick looked up, admiring the full moon high in the sky. He smirked to himself, ackowldeging the obvious connection. Suddenly his body was racked with a sudden surge of pain and he fell to his hands and knees. He couldn't believe it, he was being forced to transform under the light of the full moon. That crafty witch, he thought, she just couldn't resist.
He let the euphoria of the change overcome him. He felt his feet stretch out into paws, his nails grow into claws, he felt the fur once again grow out and his face push out into a muzzle as his fangs grew out behind his black lips.
He let out a loud howl and ran back towards Spelstorm Manor. Nick didn't mind. He was a sucker for tradition too.
He parked the car