Kyle stared at Jen through now-yellow eyes, his spasms gaining speed. "D..didn't expect that n-now did-dd-d you? HRRRGGGHHH!" He grunted as his teeth began to grow, a line of spittle running down his chin.
Jen stood transfixed,finding herself conflicted. She'd brought Kyle out here to kill him, but now wasn't so sure. Here in front of her was someone just as she was; a werewolf not bound by the fetters of darkness and moonlight. Here was someone she could mate with, without the dark incestual feelings intruding on her human form, and someone she could date quite publicly, without fear of shame.
Kyle ripped open his shirt with taloned hands, kicking off his shoes at the same time. Black fur was growing in over his rapidly expanding muscles. His dockers began to split down the seams as his legs grew as well. Kyle's eyes again met hers, and with another toothy grin, he let out a growl, deep and resonant. Kyle's humanity was growing less and less evident with every breath he took.
Jen knew that whether she liked it or not, she was completely defenseless in her current form, but she still had at least a couple of minutes to act.