...the werewolf costume. I've always wanted to be a werewolf," replied Nate.
"Really? That's awesome." George opened the first dressing room door and gestured for Nate to enter the dressing room.
Nate walked in, excitedly. George closed the door behind him. The room was illuminated only by a small light overhead and he was completely cut off from the rest of the group.
Suddenly a voice came on over the speaker in the wall. "Please step through the other door."
"What about my costume?" asked Nate.
"Please step through the other door," repeated the voice.
"Okay," replied Nate, walking through the next door into a wooded area. Nate remarked that it had been daytime on the other side. He closed the door behind him and marveled at how convincing the setting was. He actually felt like he was in a forest at nighttime. He looked up in the sky and saw a large, full moon. He smirked, since he wanted to be a werewolf. But what about his costume, he wondered.
Nate felt a sudden, sharp pain in his stomach and fell to his knees. He felt his body growing hotter as beads of sweat dripped off his forehead.
"What the hell?" he muttered. He felt a pain in his fingers and looked down to see his nails growing out in to sharp claws. It's not possible, he thought as he watched coarse, brown hairs grow in.
Nate cried out in a mixture of pain and excitement as the transformation continued. His shirt ripped apart as his body reformed, exposing his fur covered skin. He felt his ears reform in to points and his shoes rip apart as his feet reformed into digigrade paws. His jeans ripped apart at the seams as his legs reformed. Nate's face pushed out into a snout as his transformation finished. Nate ripped off the remains of his shirt, exposing his fur covered, muscular chest to the cool night air and let out a loud howl.
Back in the Dressing area, George turned to the other group members. "Who's next?"