"Alright," she says, looking around for inspiration. She spied a stack of werewolf related DVD and Blu-Rays and immediately decided on what she wanted to do. She turned and smiled to him and started chanting in a language he didn't recognize. Nate started to get nervous as he watched her continue to chant. He started to itch all over his body and feel incredibly warm. He started unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his formerly hairless chest now had short, dark hairs growing over it. Nate cried out and pulled off the shirt, revealing he entire upper body and arms were similarly covered. Zemelda finished her spell and stood, smiling at her handiwork.
"What did you do to me?" asked Nate.
"I turned you into a werewolf."
"Oh my god." Nate turned and was about to head for the bathroom when a shot of pain radiated through his body. He fell to the floor and cried out. Cracking and Popping sounds filled the room as his body began to reform. The pain of the transformation was as intense as he imagined it would be. He felt a mix of horror and excitement though as the changes overtook him. He looked down at his hands and his arms and watched as the hairs grew in, thicker and thicker by the second. His fingernails were slowly growing out into claws.
He pulled himself up and staggered to the bathroom. He felt a searing pain in his mouth and could taste the unmistakable metallic taste of blood. He knew his teeth were growing out into fangs now. This he knew he had to see. He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. His reflection was shocking to him. There was a thick mane of fur that had grown in now over his chest and down the center of his back. He opened his mouth, looking at his new sharpened fangs. Fur was starting to grow in around his face as his ears slowly grew to points. Nate felt a sharp pain emanating from his feet and looked down, watching in shock as his feet began to stretch and reform into digitigrade paws.
Zemelda appeared at the bathroom door. "Oh, you're coming along beautifully. How's it going?"
"Will...will I turn back?" Nate turned to her. He was having trouble speaking now, his large fangs getting in the way and jutting outside his mouth.
"Of course," she replied.
"Then it's awesome!" he growled. His chest began to barrel out as his muscles grew and swelled. He looked down as his body reformed and then back into the mirror. His facial muscles were twitching, growing and reforming. He watched in shock as his face began to push out into a lupine snout. His cries of pain turned into deeper snarls and growls as the transformation finished. He looked over himself, in shock over the transformation he had just undertaken. He was covered in a thick, brown fur. Nate looked at his reflection in the mirror, surprised to see his own blue eyes staring back at him as if somehow reminding him he was still himself in there somewhere under all this werewolf. He looked over his monstrous hands, each finger tipped with a razor sharp claw and his inner fingers and palms were darker and rougher, like a paw pad. He still had his work pants on, although they were a bit tattered now because of the transformation from man to beast.
He turned to Zemelda, so she could see him. She smiled in awe. "Oh yes, the perfect werewolf."
Nate let out a joyful howl, which he quickly cut short, remembering he had neighbors. He looked to Zemelda, who was laughing a little. He had to wonder, now that he was a werewolf, what to do now?