Nate shrugged, "I have to go with werewolf."
"I knew it!" cheered Nora.
Nate walked over to the two witches, smiling. "Well, I'm glad you two are amused. So, whose idea was it to set up this little prank?"
"Prank?" asked Zemelda.
"Yeah, I know you two found my stories and decided to play this joke..."
"Nate, this is no joke. You're about to really turn into a werewolf."
"Com'n, it's been a long day." Nate suddenly felt a burning sensation in his left ear. He reached up to feel it, shocked to feel it growing fuzzy and pointed. Nate cried out and looked to the two witches, both grinning from ear to ear. He dashed for the bathroom.
"It's about to be a longer night," quipped Zemelda. They heard him cry out again from the bathroom and ran over to watch.
They stopped in the doorway and saw Nate looking over his forearms, with shaggy gray and black fur growing in over them with long sharp claws growing from his fingertips. He turned to the two witches and smiled. His lips were getting darker as he teeth slowly grew out into sharp fangs. He was breathing heavily with excitement and fear as he saw the changes overtake him. The sounds of tearing fabric echoed in the bathroom as Nate’s changes intensified. He watched in awe as his chest and back reformed, ripping apart his dress shirt and exposing his now hairy torso. His shoes tore apart as his feet grew and reformed, becoming digitigrade paws.
Nate looked up in the mirror and was in awe of the fur covered face, with the canine nose, fang filled mouth and dazzling amber eyes staring back at him. He snarled a few times at himself, surprised at how fierce he looked. The transformation had finished and standing there, he was now a genuine wolf man.
“Do you approve?” asked Nora.
Nate looked over himself in the mirror and let out a growl of approval. Nora looked pleased with herself and looked over to Zemelda.
“You call that a werewolf?” asked Zemelda. “That went out with Lon Chaney Jr!”
“And it came back with Benicio Del Toro! I think he looks great.” replied Nora.
“It’s anti-climatic. He should be on four legs! I large monstrous beast! At least let the poor boy grow a full on snout.”
“No, weally, thist is fine,” growled Nate, having trouble talking through his mouth full of fangs.
“Don’t settle Nate. I suppose this will be alright for tonight. Tomorrow, I’m giving you the full quadruped treatment.” replied Zemelda.
“Rowkay” growled Nate, not knowing if he should be excited or afraid.
"Now wait, we should let him choose." Nora took Nate by his paw-like hand back into the living room, with Zemelda following behind. They all three sat down on the couch with Nate in the middle. “Now, what if I told you that in your current form, in the spell I cast for you, you’d be able to transform whenever you wanted in addition to on the full moon?”
“Wreally? wthat’d be awesome.” growled Nate.
“I must admit, I had ulterior motives for this. I have a nephew who’s trying to make it as a filmmaker in Hollywood. I think if we passed you off as his creation, it’d help get him noticed and hell, make you a star in the process. What do you think about that?” asked Nora.
Nate lit up and nodded. Getting to be a werewolf on the silver screen? He had to admit, that was a cool bonus.
“Oh please, don’t let her tempt you with ridiculous promises of fame. Come on Nate, let me mold you into a truly fearsome beast. You won’t regret it, I promise.” purred Zemelda.
Nate had to admit, he had a new dilemma in front of him. Part of him did want Zemelda to transform him further. But Nora’s offer was equally tempting...