You don't want to be a wereraccoon. You need to make a wish to fix yourself. As you think you feel new thoughts take over, more primal ones. "I wish I had food." You say without thinking. "Wish granted," replies the tiger. Suddenly a large trash barrel appears in front of you, producing a horrible smell. You open it up and find that it's filled to the brim with all sorts of wasted leftovers that your new raccoon senses are attracted to. You dig in, eating until you are full. "Focus!" You think to yourself "You have one last wish left." You open your mouth to make your final wish, but you can't help but blurting out a random thought that came to mind. "I wish for me to be more raccon!" You blurt out, litterally wishing for the exact opposite of what you want. The genie smiles,"Wish granted, this is your final wish, good bye" he says a disapears in a puff of smoke. Your mind starts to become more animal like as you start searching for a mate and for more food through out the night. Evantually you awake, turned back into human. You try live out your life but you find that you have become more agressive, snapping at your friends and coworkers for even getting near. You also have picked up bizzare more animal habits such as digging through and eating trash. Soon a combination of these things gets you fired and unable to find more work. A week later you are evicted and have become homeless. You've grown quite the beard as you have been unable to shave and your single T-Shirt and pair of jeans have become quite filthy. After another week you start to feel strange. You look up into the sky spotting the full moon. You feel yourself transform into your hissing wereraccoon form, ready to either mate or attack the next person you see.