The secret truth part 3
this is probably gonna be the last one but stay in contact I might continue this series.
Chapter 3: the transformation
It was night me, John and Silvio went to the forest and it was midnight after a couple of minutes after midnight stroke John and Silvio started to transform and their clothes were ripped apart I could hear bones snapping and cracking, I shrugged and said "well I guess it's not that much of a pleasure" I didn't even care if it was painful or not I experienced so much physical trauma in my life that I can't even count. Then Silvio in the deep voice said "Ok so now all I have to do is bite you and then say a sentence to make you a shapeshifter instead of a werewolf" "okay then..." I said, sighing. Silvio took my arm, his paws were very warm and it was warmer than a hot chocolate, he then gently put his fangs in my arm. "Ah" I yelped for a short time. SIlvio then put his fangs out of my arm and then said some latin mumbo jumbo that his parents taught him a long time ago. My arm shakes from the injury which reminded me of a bike accident I had but I won't talk about it. "Ok now think of you as a werewolf you know furries right?" Silvio said "yeah I know them" I closed my eyes and thought of a werewolf not too ugly but not even too handsome, my body starts to shake and I felt my clothes getting tight good thing I wore them for a long time, I look at my arms and saw them become bigger and bigger I looked down and instead of the little chubby belly started to form into biceps fur started growing from the injury and it spreads in all of my body. Then I heard a cracking noise and yelped again in pain, I fell in 4 legs and I heard more snapping, I felt my torso also getting longer and felt a tail growing from my back. The fur started to get in my head and felt the ear going on my head and a muzzle grow on my mouth. The transformation was done. I flexed my muscles and my legs felt like I could jump high as a skyscraper " how do you feel" Silvio asked and I said "freaking good" and then an urge came to howl at the sky and the moon we all howled.
To be Continued?