Nate's eyes locked with Trent's. Trent smiled but the smile slowly faded as he watched Nate's eyes change from his usual blue eyes to an amber yellow. Trent blinked and looked again. They were still yellow. Nate threw back his head and let out a loud howl. Trent looked on, alarmed by what was happening to his friend. A five o'clock shadow had set in all around his face and down his neck. Nate's howling subsided and he looked back to his friend.
"Sorry, I'm not sure why I did that," replied Nate, confused.
"Umm..." said Trent, who was still looking at his friend.
"What?" asked Nate.
Trent watched as Nate's ears slowly grew out into lupine points. Nate reached up, having felt an odd tugging sensation.
"What the Hell?" he cried out as he felt his pointed ears.
"Look at your hands!" exclaimed Trent. Nate held his hands out and watched as his nails slowly grew out into claws and hair slowly grew in, becoming a dense fur.
"What's happening to me?" cried out Nate.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the apartment door. Trent walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole. He saw standing on the door step the old man from the shop where he bought the potion. Trent quickly opened the door and let the old man in.
"Thank god you're here!" said Trent. "I put some of that potion in my friend's beer, and he seems to be having an odd reaction to it."
"Potion?" said Nate, his voice deeper, more gutteral. "What's happening to me?"
The Old Man walked over to Nate, who was starting to look far more lupine. Nate cried out as his chest started to barrel out and his shirt ripped, revealing a fur covered chest.
"My apprentice seems to have mixed up the potions. The one your friend purchased was not a Perfect Match potion, but rather a lycanthropy potion. I'm afraid you're turning into a werewolf," replied the Old Man.
"What?!" cried out Nate.
"It's true, I'm sorry, Man..." replied Trent
Nate looked down at his hands, fur covered and paw like. He felt his teeth grow out into sharp fangs and his face start to push out into a snout.
"It's..." Nate started, grunting in pain. "It's okay..."
The Old Man and Trent watched as the transformation finished, his friend having transformed into a bi-pedal werewolf.
The Old Man handed Trent a bottle to Nate marked antidote.
"Being a werewolf isn't for everyone. If this change isn't for you, take this and it will turn you back to human," said The Old Man.
Nate nodded, although, now that it was over, he was kinda liking himself as a werewolf.
The Old Man shook hands with Trent and then walked back out of the apartment. Trent looked down and saw in his hand was another bottle of The Perfect Mate, the correct potion this time. He debated with himself about using it.