John felt his own body beginning to revert, and soon he was back to
his normal self. Gathering up the clothing that had been shed in the
carnal melee that had led to his infection, he quickly dressed.
"Oh, good...maybe it was only temporary?" John asked hopefully.
"I don't think so, Johnny Boy," Lolita said quietly. "I bit ya. That's
not the sort of thing that wears off."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," John said, sounding disappointed. He
couldn't help but stare at Lolita's impossible figure as she slid
herself into another tight-fitting dress and heels. She might be able
to control herself around him more now that he was a werewolf, but it
certainly wasn't making things any easier on HIM.
"Uhh...why don't you come along?" John asked. "I figure you'll be able
to get me right to the haunted manor much easier than me trying to
figure out how to get there on my own."
"You don't want to whistle?" Lolita said, batting her eyelashes at
him. Even if she wasn't trying to seem seductive, Lolita held a sexual
vibe to her that John couldn't deny. "Personally, I think I'm a lot
more useful when I'm all wolfed out."
"Yeah," John said, "But I'm betting we'll draw less attention by
staying human on the way there. I kinda think I want to keep this
quiet, ya know?"
Lolita nodded. "No need for anyone else to find out what happened in
here, eh, Johnny Boy?"
"Exactly. So...you ready to go?"