You find yourself running through the woods, alternating between running on two and four legs. You leap over fallen, rotting trees like they were nothing, feeling the air run through your fur. You have never felt more free in your entire life. Slowly, you allow your wolf instincts to seep in.
You catch sight of a lone stag deer standing next to the trees. You crouch down behind a fallen tree and watch the stag intently. You begin to feel hunger pains. Instinct takes over as you leap from your hiding spot and in a couple more quick moves, you're on top of the stag. You dig your claws into it's flesh as you bite down on it's throat. Your fangs puncture the stag's skin and warm blood washes over your lips.
After feasting on the deer, you curl up in the leaves and slowly drift off to sleep.
You awake the next morning with a start. You look around, and are greeted by the sight of the half eaten deer from the night before.
"Yikes," you mutter as you check yourself out. You're covered in mud and dried blood, but are otherwise, your old self, wearing nothing but a tattered and torn pair of jeans. You slowly get up and make the long walk back to your apartment. You jog across the yard between the apartment building and the woods, hoping no one sees you.
You take off your jeans and jump in the shower. As the warm water washes away the mud and dried blood, you start to laugh. Last night was amazing and you can't help but want to do it again.
You have a quick breakfast and a cup of coffee and then decide you can wait no longer. You grab your jacket and keys and head out to the CYOC store again.
To your surprise, they're actually open. You go in and find yourself greeted by the same woman from the night before. This time though, she's wearing a red blouse and black jeans.
"Hello again," she said. "Did you have fun last night?"
"Oh yes, it was amazing," you say, smiling ear to ear.
"I'm so glad to hear that," she replied. "What can I help you with today?"
"Well, the potion you gave me was for just that one night, right?" you ask.
"Yes, that's right," she replies.
"Well, do you have something a bit more permanent?" you ask.
"Ah yes, of course I do," she says, turning back to the rack of vials behind her, grabbing a vial of blue liquid. "This one will do the trick."
You look at the vial and smile, finding yourself getting giddy. "How much?"
"Permanent lycanthropy would be $40," she states.
"So, would I turn only at the full moon, or..." you ask.
"Heavens no. I still don't know where that got started. You'll be able to change any time you want, day or night."
"Cool, I'll take it!" you say as you pull two twenty dollar bills out handing them to the woman. She then hands you the vial.
"Sweet! Thank you so much!" you reply and walk out of the store.