Nate tossed and turned in bed, he was having trouble falling asleep. He felt restless, but it was late and he had to get some sleep. He glanced at the alarm clock. It was just after midnight.
He glanced out the window, looking at the full moon, distant in the night sky. Nate had a deep, unspoken desire. He had always wanted to be a werewolf. His heart ached at the prospect. The one wish he could never dream of being fulfilled.
Unbeknownst to Nate, the being quietly climbed the stairs and walked towards his bedroom. Taken by the sight of his target sitting on the edge of his bed, looking up at the full moon in the sky, made a wave of his hand and a blow of magic dust, granting Nate his deepest wish.
Nate felt a pang of pain in his gut, quickly followed by another and another. He cried out in pain and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. Light flooded the room as Nate fell back on the bed, his entire body racked with pain.
He caught a glimpse of his hands and watched as his nails crew out into sharp claws and long, brown fur grew in and up his arms. He pulled off his night shirt and saw the same was happening all over his body. His feet and legs stretched and reformed, becoming like hind paws.
Nate pulled himself up and over the the mirror over his dresser, stumbling across the room on his new feet. Large upper and lower fangs jutted from his mouth and his face was framed bu the same long, brown fur. He started to convulse as more drastic changes overtook him, as his chest started to barrel out and his tail grew in, just over his butt. The final changes came as his face pushed out into a snout as his ears shifted to the top of his head.
As he opened his eyes, he took his first look at his newly transformed self. He was covered head to toe in thick, brown fur. His feet were now essentially paws, with long black claws. His hands weren't much better, with each of his hands finished with a similar claw. His face was the most drastic change. He barely recognized himself. His face was most decidedly canine, with sharp fangs and amber yellow eyes.
He had finally got his wish, but it started to sink in what it meant. He had wished to become a monster and now he was one. He let out a long, almost mournful howl.