Kyle was deeply terrified, both by the fact that he was now vulnerable to the curse he had so blithely inflicted on another, and on a deeper, more physical level by the overwhelming power of the wolf, the row of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth in its open mouth, its musky scent and pungent breath. "D-D-D" he began.
The wolf snarled and moved closer.
"Transform! Transform!" yelled Kyle, hoping desperately to placate the monster of his own creation.
Jennifer stood back slightly and gave a belly laugh. "A wise decision" he told Kyle, who by now had lost control of his bladder.
"You will become" the wolf began, then paused to savor the scent of Kyle's terror "my ideal consort, a sexy, submissive she-wolf of my species. You will honor and adore me as your lord and master. The physical transformation will last five minutes. On its conclusion, the psychological transformation will last five minutes. You see, Kyle," he licked his chops "I really want to give your current personality a few minutes to enjoy this before it vanishes forever."