Getting Changed for Night on the Town (Patreon)

The animal attack two weeks prior had left Michelle shaken initially, even if in the days following that, she felt amazingly energized at work… at the gym… in bed with her lover.

She held on to this new lease of life like she’d been given almost a fresh start, something she could use to hack away at all the crap the last few years had left her and finally take control.

But something had felt off all day today.

Thanksgiving had been a little too much fun, but she had chalked it up to the ‘mother of all hangovers’. And after all, why shouldn’t she have a blow out?

The dizziness hadn’t passed and smells in the air, everywhere she went, seemed so intense.

Rachel and Jess were due in half an hour for a Saturday night out, and as she rushed to get ready, she stopped dead in the middle of her apartment, almost as if something had put up an invisible wall in front of her.

She began to tremble as she felt her pulse raise higher and higher.

The temperature of the room suddenly seemed so unbearable, like a fire had been lit right next to her.

Her trembling grew and grew, turning quickly into shaking. Her body, already dripping with sweat, shook like hell - what was happening to her? Had she been spiked the night before and there was some kind of delay?

Her attempt at reasoning was quickly cut short as her shoulders threw themselves back with an almighty crack.

She moaned out loud, caught off guard by the jolt.

Her head tilted to her side, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth wide open, she could tell something was very wrong.

In place of her teeth were now a set of large fangs - she could feel them stretching and pulsing.

Her moist skin sprouted hair running down the length of her arms.

The hair began to appear on her chest and down between her breasts. Her ribs parted, again with a cracking of bones as her bra strained and groaned at the force of her growing body.

Burning pain shot up her arms into her hands into the tips of her fingers. At that point she realized her palms had thickened and darkened into… pads? The pads of a wild animal, now joined by large claws growing from what used to be her nails.

Now, all too late, she knew what had attacked her that night, two weeks ago. And as her bones snapped and reformed, fur pouring from her body and tears rolling from her eyes, she knew she was becoming something like it…

And FUCK - her friends will be there any minute…