You feel your heart skip a beat when you realize Ms. Tomlin picked you to undergo the first transformation. You take a deep breath, stand up and make your way to the front of the class, the whole time wondering what exactly you've gotten yourself into. You take your place next to Ms. Tomlin and turn to face the class.
"Now then, my dear boy, have you always had an interest in wolves?" she asked.
"Yes, I've always been interested in them. That and by extension, werewolves," You can't believe you just admitted that last part.
"I see, so I presume then that you are ready to undergo your transformation then?" Ms. Tomlin walks over to her desk and opens the bottom drawer. She pulls out a bottled potion that is black in color. She walks over and hands you the bottle. "Drink up then, my boy. Not all of it, though. Save some for your classmates."
You take the bottle and take a swig of the potion, making yourself swallow the thick liquid. It tastes like black licorice and you wonder what is in the concoction. You set the bottle down on the desk and stumble backwards, not feeling so good. You begin to feel itchy all over and start scratching furiously. The transformation was beginning. You look down at your arms, surprised to see brown, grey and black hairs growing in as your fingernails grow out into claws. You can feel your teeth growing out into fangs as your ears grow to points. You look over to Ben, who is smiling at you, clearly enjoying watching you transform. You hear a tearing sound and look down as your feet stretch and transform into digitigrade paws. The seat of your jeans tears open as your waist reforms and a large, bushy tail grows out. Your body begins to make dramatic reformations as you fall forward onto what are now your front paws. Your clothes rip and tear as your body reforms. You shake off the tattered remains as the last of your changes takes place. Your face slowly pushes out into a lupine snout and you are now a fully formed, if slightly larger than average wolf.
You walk around the room a bit, getting used to walking on all fours. You walk over to Ben, who smiles and scratches you lightly behind the ears, which feels amazingly good.
"Now then, would anyone else care to volunteer?" asked Ms. Tomlin.