Transformation Into a Wolf
Hi. Hello. Hello? Heh-lo.- – Stark naked!
- grew owl’s wings and talons
- congenital anonymity
- muddy boots took up a lot of room
Transformation into a wolf is actually a highly unusual form of lycanthropy. I’ve known only two werewolves, but at least eight people who grew owl’s wings and talons at the new moon. Dozens of weremonkeys, too. But best not to dwell on them.
These unfortunates almost always learn of their plight at dawn, when they awaken in some unfamiliar outdoor locale – Stark naked!
I met Marie on a rooftop that way. She was still groggy, sated with innocent flesh, and slow to wake up.
“Hi. Hello. Hello? Heh-lo.”
At last she discovered her nudity and woke with a gasp. I gallantly offered my coat, and took her downstairs to my condo. We first made love in the hall closet, where muddy boots took up a lot of room. Then we moved on to the kitchen, and finally the bed.
Marie doesn’t remember me. My curse is different from hers. Rather than agonizing metamorphosis into a mindless beast, I suffer from congenital anonymity.