You are a new camper at the Crying Wolf Camp for girls, you hadn't ever been to camp before, even though you are 15, and your parents figured it would be good for you.
You finally get off of the bus, having made a few friends on the way, including some returning campers. Blushing a little as you look down at your camp outfit, which is a tight fitting shirt over your B-cup breasts, and a pair of shorts, the shirt has the image of a wolf howling on it.
"Okay, welcome girls to Camp Crying Wolf," the head of the camp, a woman who can't be older than 25 says. "Now, you'll have pretty much free reign over the camp during the day. We have arts and crafts, the cafeteria, archery, canoeing, swimming, and science classes. You are not allowed to leave the camp after dark, save for our returning campers, and every day a cabin will be picked to go on a Nature Hike and camping trip overnight."
While the night thing seemed strange, the introduction seemed pretty standard for a camp. You go up front to wait in line for your camp assignment, and are given a sheet of paper with your cabin name and the names of your two roommates.
"Hmm, the Red Wolf Cabin..." You say, and head to the cabin to get situated. Sitting your bag down on the top bunk of a bunk bed, you lie back on the bed for a moment of peace before your bunkmates show up.
"Hi there!" A hyper voice says, and you nearly hit your head jumping up. Looking at you over the side of the bunk is a girl with curly blonde hair and wearing the camp uniform.
"Umm, hi," you say nervously.
"I'm Tina, I guess we're bunkmates," she says with a giggle, before being pulled down.
"Tina, don't embarass me," another girl's voice says, this one more calm, you look down to see a girl with black hair that's tied into a ponytail, she's tall for her age, and rather pale. "Sorry about my friend, she is very, energetic."
"Its fine," you say. "Sorry, I'm Cynthia, and you are?"
"Rachel," the brunette says, lying down on the bunk bellow you while Tina takes the other bed. "Well, you girls want to hear a story?"
"Yeah, sure," you say, brushing a strand of red hair out of your eyes.
"Yay, stories!" Tina says, you're starting to wonder if she's just naturally that hyper, or if someone fed her too much sugar.
"Its about these woods, its a very old legend," Rachel says. "They say, that a long time ago, these woods where inhabited by an indian tribe, and that the women had the ability to transform themselves into wolves."
"You mean like werewolves?" You ask, chuckling a little bit, you didn't believe in such stories.
"Something like that," Rachel says. "Well, according to the legend, they were wiped out a long time ago, no one's really sure by what, some say it was tribal warfare, others that it was a disease. But one thing is for certain, their powers never left these woods. The legend goes that any woman that enters the woods at night, will become a wolf."
"Ha, ha, very funny," you say. "And just to prove how silly it is, lets go out into the woods tonight, the three of us."
"I'm in!" Tina says, and the two of you look at Rachel expectantly.