Tuesday 23 January - Nijmegen, The Netherlands.
  "So, Liz, did you read my new story?" I asked my friend, whom I just picked up from the train. "Yes, I read it, though I didn't quite understand it. All that nonsense about werewolves and those walking, speaking animals, I just don't get it."
  It was very difficult to explain to Elizabeth what 'furry' and 'transformation' exactly meant, she didn't read a lot of books, and certainly nothing fantasy or science fiction. The story I mailed her was probably her first encounter with any kind of transformation story.
  I sighed, and decided that I would try to explain it all at a later time. "Liz, is it ok if I tell you more about my story when we get home? It's a bit silly because I started talking about it myself, but at this moment I don't want to explain it. Can we talk about it sometime later?"
  "Sure," she responded.
  We walked toward my house, which was only a few minutes away from the train station, and talked about school. She was having some problems with the biology study she was doing. It wasn't quite what she expected, and she was considering quitting with it. I told her that the best thing she could do was to follow her heart, and do something that she really liked, because it wouldn't be smart to learn something that you don't want to use the rest of your life. She had decided that for herself too, but she couldn't think what she would like other than biology. "Well," I said, "at least you made that decision, to decide what you really want is the next big thing."
  We walked into my street; she was a bit surprised to see the new park that was in front of my house. "Did they dismantle the old factory that was there?" she asked
  "Yes, and I must say that the new park is definitely a better view than that old factory. In the summer it's a great place to talk, play guitar or just hang out a bit." I opened the door and we entered my house. "Do you want some coffee Liz?"
  "Sure, Husky, I would love that." I entered my way into the kitchen and started to boil some water.
  It was about half past seven, when we decided to get something to eat. I called 'Delfino Pizzas' and ordered two Margheritas . I returned to the couch, where we were watching Star Trek. "Did it go well?" Liz asked.
  "Yes, I ordered two Margheritas." We waited, and then about 5 before eight the doorbell rang. I walked down, and opened the door.
  The pizza guy handed me two flat boxes, and billed me for 10 dollars. I searched in my pocket for my wallet, but somehow my hand became stuck, I tried to get it out but then I felt this horrible pain, almost as if somebody stuck some needles in my pants. I pulled and pulled and finally my hand and my wallet came out of my pocket. I just wanted to open it when I saw the pizza guy looking shocked at my hand, I was wondering if he'd never seen a hand before, and I was right. He never did see a hand like this before, and neither did I, because I was looking at a wolf's paw.
  The pizza guy ran away, shouting out something like "What the hell are you!?" I started to scream, and Liz ran down the stairs to see what was happening. I was lying on the ground, shaking, while fur was growing on my arms and legs. I got out of my clothes and saw it was happening everywhere on my body.
  "My god! What is happening?!?" Liz screamed. I was so completely flabbergasted that I couldn't respond. My body was now completely covered in fur and my hands and feet were something of a cross between wolf and human. Then I suddenly had this weird feeling as if somebody tried to cram a stick in my ass, I looked behind me and saw a tail growing. I could guess what was going to happen next.
  I felt my face twisting and warping, my skull bones making noises as if somebody hit me on the head with a sledgehammer. My nose and mouth were moving forward together to form a muzzle, my ears were moving to the top of my head and fur was growing on my face.
  I stopped shaking and gasped for fresh air, I felt as if I'd had being running for 10 hours straight. I turned around, facing Liz, who looked at me as if I was something that walked right out of a nightmare.
  "You're, a... a... wolf!" she said with a voice that was filled with incomprehensibility. I tried to sit up but I was so completely disoriented that I fell back again.
  "I... am... a wolf," I whispered, surprising myself that I could still speak. My mind was flooding with emotions and feelings. I had never felt so much joy.
  But there was also this sort of departing feeling of not being human anymore. I felt all sorts of new experiences. For the first time I really could smell my surroundings, I could hear everything so much clearer. And while I was lying naked on the floor, I didn't feel cold for one single moment. I also felt a sort of sharpness; I had the idea that I never felt so much awake before.
  I was no longer human. I was Canis Lupis. I was an anthropomorphic grey wolf.
  Time seemed to have no meaning anymore, as I was lying there. Liz was probably as paralysed as I was, but suddenly she started thinking clear. She stood up and the first thing she did was closing the still half-open door and the curtains before it. "Nobody should know about this now," she said.
  I tried once more to sit up, and this time it did go better. I still felt a bit dizzy, but I felt a lot better than a few minutes ago. Liz sat down next to me, cautiously moving her hand to my muzzle. "Watch out, or I'll bite off your index finger," I growled ironically.
  "I wasn't thinking that you would do that," she responded, "but this is so unreal, what the hell happened?"
  "That's as big a mystery to you as it is to me. All I know is that I have changed into an anthropomorphic grey wolf."
  Liz started touching me, as if my new appearance was a highly advanced costume: "But... this is so impossible! 10 minutes ago we were sitting on the couch, and the next thing I know you changed into some kind of freak, a monst --"
  Suddenly I felt anger rise inside of me and I interrupted her: "I'm not a freak! And I'm certainly not a monster! I'm still me, maybe I've even have become more than me."
  Liz looked puzzled to me: "What's that supposed to mean?" I sighed and started explaining: "I always had special feelings for wolves. I don't know why, but I just have those feelings. I fantasised about being a wolf, either in its normal shape, or more 'human' looking. I guess who or what changed me knew that, and let me become this."
  Liz responded astonished: "I would never have guessed that."
  We moved to the living room upstairs. The first thing I noticed was that I didn't have any trouble moving around. It felt as if I had been a wolf for years. I walked into the bedroom and started to look at the image in the mirror.
  "God, it's just what I imagined," I softly spoke.
  "It is?" Liz said.
  "Yeah, this is just exactly how I imagined I would look like as an anthropomorphic wolf. The colours, the shapes, everything. I can't find a single thing that I don't like about my new form. I even have the black spot at the end of my tail that I imagined."
  Liz raised an eyebrow: "You seem to be extremely happy about your new form."
  "Yes, I am. I really am," I said with a big smile on my muzzle (or whatever could go for a smile, it looked more like I was trying to get ready for dinner).
  After a few minutes standing before the mirror we moved towards the living room again. As I went to sit down on the couch I encountered my first problem being a wolf. Sitting on the couch seemed to be very uncomfortable with a tail, so I moved to a chair that had enough space so I could stick my tail out. Liz handed me a glass of water, I was trying to drink it, but unfortunately drinking out of a glass is kind of a tough job with a muzzle, so the water all fell on my legs. Liz was having a clear thought again and brought me a straw.
  "So, how are you feeling? In what way do you experience the world now?"
  I scratched my ears: "Well, I feel great. I feel so much more... alive, I guess. My senses are much better. My eyesight is more sharper than ever before, I have a much greater sense of things that are moving, though I don't see as much colours as I used to see. I hear things much better, and obviously my sense of smell is much, much better. Overall it's a great improvement."
  Liz couldn't help to make a sarcastic remark: "Hmm... I guess that makes me inferior to you..." I laughed out loud, which sounded very, very weird.
  Liz was laughing too, but then suddenly she stopped and started looking sad. "What's wrong?" I asked.
  Liz was shaking her head: "I don't know. There are still so many questions. Is it only your outer appearance that has changed? Or have your inner organs changed as well? All those things have to be answered. I wonder how long you can keep this is a secret."
  I sighed again: "Liz, can't you see that I'm happy? I mean... I'm now what I always wanted to be? What's wrong with that?"
  Liz surprisingly lost her temper (something I had never seen before with her). She stood up and started shouting: "What's wrong with it? You have changed into a fucking wolf! As soon as the world starts to know this people will have questions. People will see you as some kind of a monster, a demon, or God-knows-what. They will hunt you, kill you, and I... I... care too much for you to see that happen. I..." She fell down on the ground, head in her hands and started crying.
  I moved over to sit down next to her, putting a paw on her shoulder. "Come on Liz, we don't know what's going to happen. It will be all right, trust me." She buried her head in my chest, and after a few minutes she was cooled down a bit and started stroking my fur.
  "God, it really feels as if I'm cuddling a plush wolf," she said with a sad smile on her face.

  I woke up the next morning. I looked at the VCR clock: it was only 6 am. It was very early, but I felt very awake so I decided to get up, besides I was hungry. Liz was still sleeping on my chest so I carefully moved her so I could stand up.
  Entering the kitchen I was a bit puzzled. I was a wolf, but if I still had a bit of human inside of me, so what could I eat? I bought two raw steaks yesterday for dinner, and they looked very, very appealing, but could I eat raw meat without turning my stomach into disorder? After a few minutes of doubt, belly got over brains and I started to eat, or rather cram the steaks in my mouth, tearing the meat up to pieces with my new sharp teeth.
  I was so busy eating that I didn't hear Liz coming until she started to scream: "Husky, that is disgusting!" the next thing I heard was her running to the toilet and vomiting. After a few minutes she came down again and found me in the bathroom, washing off the blood on my muzzle. After I removed the last remaining pieces of meat on my muzzle with a towel I apologised: "Sorry about that, Liz. I couldn't stop eating, I guess my new predator instincts were taking over for a moment."
  Liz, still looking a bit pale, turned towards me: "Next time you are going to eat, warn me, ok?"
  "Sure," I said, softly chuckling.
  We re-entered the living room. "I wonder Liz, maybe I'm not the only one changed. It would be weird if I was the only one." I moved my paw to the remote and turned on CNN. I was right: I wasn't the only one. CNN was just having a special report about 'Miraculous Transformations'. All over the world people had changed. The majority in the United States, but also in various other parts of the world. As far as I could see, I was the only one in Holland. There were reports about a centaur in Toronto, a Cat-morph in Chicago and even another Wolf morph in Sydney. I definitely wasn't the only one.
  Suddenly I remembered something: the TSA-list. I had been a member for only a month or so, mainly just lurking, but I had an idea that my transformation maybe could be related to that list. I walked upstairs and turned on my PC. I discovered that moving a mouse with a paw is much harder than with the graceful, slim hands human I used to have. I managed to start Outlook, and my mailbox started to fill with hundreds of messages. After the waterfall of messages finally stopped Outlook reported that over 700 messages had been received. I waded through all the messages from the TSA-list, reading snippets of messages. Every message that I read discussed the transformations that had been taken place, it appeared that about everyone on the list had been transformed.
  Suddenly Liz shouted from beneath: "Husky, come on down! You have to see this."
  I ran down the stairs, the Dutch news was on, and they were interviewing someone who seemed familiar to me, then suddenly I knew who he was, "Fuck, it's that pizza guy from yesterday!" I yelled. I turned up the volume; the interviewer was asking the pizza guy a question.
  "So, you were delivering two pizzas to this man, and than he suddenly started to turn into some kind of werewolf?"
  The pizza guy was stuttering and stammering when he responded: "Yes, yes. He... it... whatever was getting out his wallet when I saw his arms change. There was some kind of fur growing, and his face was changing too! It was just so weird... I ran away."
  The interviewer turned to the camera. "This is the first report of a transformation in our country, there have been reports all over the world of people changing. Besides animal transformations there have also been reports on humans changing sex and turning into mythical animals like dragons and centaurs. We are currently searching for the wolf-morph, if you have seen him call the number that is now on the screen, stay tuned for more --" I switched off the television.
  "Liz, they are searching for me! Before you know it they will be here at the door asking for the 'werewolf', what am I gonna do?"
  Liz raised an eyebrow: "I don't know Husky, you probably have two choices: run away and hide, or make yourself known to the world."
  All sorts of thoughts ran though to my mind, I couldn't think clear. Until now I had been quite happy now with my transformation, but now I felt so uncertain. I had no idea what I would do with my life, which had so sudden turned completely different. All the things I used to take for granted were fading away. In my mind I already saw police helicopters with spotlights searching for me.
  I sat down, buried my muzzle in my hands and started to howl.
  Liz sat down next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder: "Husky, just remember that I'm here with you. I will help you, always."
  I was thinking, thinking and I could only come to one conclusion. I stood up and talked to my friend: "Liz, I'm gonna make myself known to the world, it's the only logical thing that I can do." I grabbed the phone and dialled the number I saw on the television.