At the last second, Rusty decided to be the brave one, and found a nearby refrigerator of cold beer and orange flavored energy drink. He
opened the fresh cold, energy drink, and doused Christine with the juice, drenching her with Vitamin C goodness.
Christine felt her muscles grow increasingly stronger and felt more and more powerful, as her ab muscles expanded. She felt her upper lip
grow a light brown mustache, as a small trim goatee appeared on her face. Her body started to masculinize a little bit, as her clitoris grew
outwardly into the form of a micro phallus with a scortum like substance forming below. She still had her breasts, but could be mistaken as
manly pecks.
Somehow, she did not transform into the werewolf (in this version of the story), but her brain was increasingly filled with testosterone and the
belief of being able to impregnate women with her dick. Believing herself to be fully male (though was more of a shemale), Christine called
herself Christopher, the bisexual male bodybuilder.
Christopher roared at Marcia and Rusty, “Thank you for dousing me with the energy drink! It’s so tasty!”
A bit apprehensive, Rusty said tentatively, “You’re welcome, Christine. So glad you didn’t turn into a werewolf. Marcia, tell her she looks fine.”
Marcia replied, “You look fine, Christine.”
Christopher growled furiously, “You guys! It’s Chrstopher! I’m a male, use male pronouns! Garrrrgh!!!!”
Rusty replied, “Jeez, Chrstine. Didn’t know you’d have a gender identity crisis all of a sudden.”
Marcia replied, “Maybe it’s the combination of a mixture of the ring forming with the energy drink.”
The young blonde haired androgyne, Christopher barked again, “Rusty, my name is Christopher! Do I have to buttfuck you? Say my name, at
least one time, and get it right!”
Rusty replied, “Sorry, Christopher. You…you are…a man.”
Christopher responded, “Thank you!!!”
So, Christopher decided that the three of them would meet up in the men’s bathhouse, as a place to discuss about rings, haunted things, and
the possibility of finding werewolves, since he almost turned into one.
Marcia asked, “But what about me? I don’t have a proper disguise yet.”
Christopher replied assertively, “Marcia, you’re a Private Investigator. You’re Marcia Caldwell, Private Investigator. Plus, haven’t you ever
wanted to be a boy? Think of something.”
Marcia replied happily, hugging him, “You’re right Chris, it’s like a mini-vacation.”