Skye sprung out of her bed during the middle of the night. She gasped for air, her sweat covering her skin. She didn't know why she had been scared out of her peaceful sleep. "I need water," she said to herself. The light of the full moon shining in through the window guided Skye as she walked to her bathroom.
After turning on the lights, she took a Kleenex and wiped the sweat off her face. She looked down. "Strange," she thought, "I thought I shaved my legs this morning." Tiny hairs legs, in fact, appeared on her legs, as if they had never been shaved off. Pushing the thought aside, she took tap water from the sink and sipped large amounts of water from her hand.
Skye didn't know why, but she felt as if her heart was racing. She peered into the bathroom mirror. To her surprise, sweat had once again covered her face. She knew it was hot in the house, but the temperature on the thermostat was never set that high. She needed to cool down if she ever wanted to get back to sleep.
Suddenly, Skye started to itch all over. Her arms, her face, her chest, every part of her body. She scratched uncontrollably at her chest. But her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as her nails ripped her nightgown. Now there were five gaping holes in her gown. "How did I do that?" she thought to herself. She then, in horror, looked at her hand. Her nails, which had also been trimmed that morning, were longer than she usually kept them, and they were slowly growing. Even more strange was that more tiny hairs were growing on the back of her hand.
"What's happening to me?" she said out loud. Skye looked through the claw marks of her nightgown; hair - almost fur - was rapidly developing all over her chest. In fear but in fascination at the same time, she undid all her clothes to see what was happening to her. The growth of hair on her chest and hands were creeping to other places on her skin. Places where there were normally hair - the hair on her head and her pubic hair - were rapidly sprouting and tangling into fur. Fur? What was happening to her?
Skye bit her tongue, almost cutting it with her sharp teeth. She opened her mouth; her canines were sharpening themselves into fangs. She also noticed that her nose was starting to stretch out, almost developing into a snout. Dozens of odors, from the soap in her shower to the perfume on the bathroom counter, poured into her growing snout at a rate that she could not yet handle.
A wave of emotions washed over Skye. She couldn't comprehend why this was happening. She also could not understand that, in her horror, she felt as if she was having an orgasm. While she did look at herself in fear, Skye could not help but become almost sexually excited about the change within her.
The fur was growing faster now, and Skye could not do anything but watch. She did not want to scream and wake up the others. In her shock she watched her features change into...something else. Her skin turned darker to match the color of her fur. HER fur! The spread of the fur finally stopped along the outline of her face. Her once-short black hair had extended all the way down to her shoulders. The whites of her eyes turned yellow, as if they started to glow. Skye's earlobes grew demonic points, and sounds she couldn't normally hear were now audible.
Skye was quivering. She looked into the mirror to examine what she had become. She had grown a foot in height, hair completely covered her body, and the skin that peered out from under her fur was the same dark tint as the hairs on her body. She was a monster, yet she was beautiful. She could barely understand what she was now, now that she remembered that the full moon was outside. "I'M A WEREWOLF!" she cried, "I'M A FUCKING WEREWOLF!"
Once again Skye was in complete terror, but at the same time, completely fascinated at her new self. She was in a euphoric state. The first animal sense that brought her back down to Earth, however, was her sense of smell. A pungent odor came from below. The water she had drank had already passed through her system and now laid in a puddle on the floor.