"Y-you're, you're... Werewolves! Help!" Veronica exclaimed, the words nearly catching in her throat as she looked around the room at her bestially-changed friends. Her heart was racing, her clothes feeling like they didn't quite fit right.
"You promised no yelling," Leigh said with disappointment, her eyes filled with sympathy for her roommate. "If we were going to hurt you, we wouldn't be chatting you up, would we?"
"I... I didn't think it was going to be real!" The purple-haired girl protested.
"Well it is. I've been a werewolf longer than I've been your roommate. Have I ever tried to put you in danger?"
"N-no, no you haven't." Veronica stammered. Her mouth felt strange, alien, like her teeth didn't quite fit, and they rubbed at her lips at odd angles as she spoke.
"The only difference is that you didn't know. Maybe I should have told you sooner, but you never forced the issue before now. Of course, now you're going to get really familiar with it."
"What... what do you mean?"
"Look at where Emily scratched you, babe."
Confused, Veronica held her wrist up to look at it. Emily hadn't scratched her too deeply, but it had definitely been enough to draw blood from what the purple-haired girl had felt. Instead, what greeted her eyes was the sight of an already-healed wound, four claw-marks that were now represented by a faint silvery scar. Around the scar, brown hairs were sprouting, itching as the growth thickened and spread outward. The palm of her hand had grown leathery, the skin darkening, and her nails inched beyond her fingertips, curving to points.
"I... I'm one too, now?"
"Sorry," came the ashamed apology from the red-furred she-wolf. "Didn't mean to..."
"But it still happened," Leigh cut in. "We can't dwell on what we meant to do. Veronica is one of us now."
Veronica whimpered, finding all this too much to take in. It was hard enough accepting that werewolves existed, harder still realizing what her friends were, and the idea that she would be joining them shortly was one her mind couldn't quite process. Cara finally found a bit of courage and walked across the room towards the purple-haired girl, reaching out to put what she hoped was a reassuring hand on Veronica's shoulder.
"I... I didn't plan on being a werewolf either," she confided, "but it's not as bad as it sounds."
"Not bad? I'm sprouting hair! You're covered in it!"
"You won't feel the same way once you see the moon."
"I don't think I'm ready for that!"
"It's okay. I'm not trying to push you. I just know what you're going through."
"Well that's... that's good," Veronica said, reaching out with her changing hand to clasp Cara's. "I mean... to hear you say that. It's appreciated, believe me. You know, I was always jealous of your hair, that it was that nice naturally."
"It's still me. I'm still me. I just... have a whole lot more of it."
"Guess so," Veronica said with a nervous chuckle. Her nostrils flared, and the smell coming off of Cara seemed quite a bit different to her as she breathed it in anew. "It's... it's still... pretty."
Cara's cheeks flushed, suddenly remembering that she was standing naked beside her neighbor. She didn't let Veronica's hand go though, which was fortunate as the purple-haired girl grasped tightly as a shiver went through her. Veronica's eyes went wide as she felt a tingling well up underneath her arms, as well as betwixt her legs. This was soon followed by the feeling of bunched-up silk beneath her clothes, trapped in her armpits and slithering its way across her sex. She bit her lip, her budding fangs evident to all.
"What... what was that?" She stuttered out, bewildered.
"Fur," Leigh answered. "Fur in special places. Feels good, doesn't it?"