A couple hours passed as you anxiously waited to see how your transformation would go. Your anxiety one rose as you watched the sun set and darkness fall over your neighborhood. You could feel your heart racing in both fear and excitement. Andrew had been right, you had always loved werewolves and long wondered what it would be like to be one. And now, you were going to find out.
As the moon rose over the trees in the backyard and the moon light shone through the family room patio doors, you felt a strange tingle coarse through your body, followed by a big chill down your spine. Your forearms started to feel itchy and you looked down and saw coarse, brown fur was starting to grow in all over them. Not only that, your fingers were growing out into claws. You could taste a weird, almost metallic taste in your mouth.
"Dude, check yourself out," exclaimed Andrew.
You jump up and look in the mirror over the fireplace. You're shocked at the look of yourself. The same brown fur is growing all over your face. Your teeth are growing out into large fangs. Your face muscles are contracting and releasing as your face slowly pushes out into a snout and your ears grow to points. You watch in awe at your transformation, thinking it looked like a Hollywood special effect, except it was really happening.
Suddenly, your transformation goes into overdrive as your muscles grow and your chest starts to barrel out. Your feet stretch and reform into digigrade paws. You hear the sound of fabric tearing but don't care. You're far too pre-occupied with the dramatic transformation you're undergoing.
As the transformation finishes, you slowly take stock of yourself. The torn remnants of your jeans hang from your waist. You pull off the tattered remains of your t-shirt, revealing a muscular chest and back covered with cascading brown fur. You look at yourself in the mirror. It takes a moment to recognize its you because staring back is a six-foot, five inch werewolf, with dazzling amber eyes and big, large fangs. You look down at your hands, marveling at each finger tipped with a long, sharp claw. Your palms looked more like paws. It was incredible...in fact, it was perfect.
You turn to Andrew and let out a joyful howl.