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"My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" - A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

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Jennifer, for the most part, seemed like a completely normal young woman. She was an average senior in high school, and wanted to go to college to be a nurse. She had short red hair, slightly wavy, and a modestly attractive body which was currently covered with a tee-shirt and some jeans with flip-flops. Her parents were out, and she had invited her new boyfriend over for the evening--she'd been single for much of high school, so she was eager to spend time with her significant other now that she had one.

She was completely oblivious to what phase of the moon it was, and to her special condition too. If she had known better, she might have called off the date. She had no idea what lay inside her, though...
 
A date. He was going on a date. Not in the sense of going somewhere, eating fancy and whatnot, but he was going to his girlfriend's house, the girlfriend he was still a bit surprised he even had, and alone. And he liked the sound of that, smiling a little as he drove, classic rock blasting out of the speakers. He still could not believe that he was actually seeing Jennifer... he had never been able to really picture himself as the boyfriend type... not that he didn't think he had anything to offer, but he doubted anyone was interested. ANd yet here he was, about to visit her anyway. It almost seemed unreal - and he couldn't believe his luck.

Fixing his short blonde hair and putting his rectangular thin-framed glasses back on top of his nosebone, he knocked on her door politely and waited to be let in - he was casually dressed in a pair of jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt, not ashamed to show off his preference in the musical field.
 
Jennifer hopped off the couch, checking her hair in the mirror by the front closet quickly before opening the front door. "Hi!" she said eagerly, leaning forward and giving her boyfriend a light kiss on the cheek. "Come on in!" she offered, opening the door and stepping back so that he could come inside. She closed the door after him, walking back toward the sofa and sitting on the back, facing him. "So, what do you want to do first? There's movies, money for food..." she said, trailing off before she ended up suggesting more suggestive things.
 
"Hey you!" he eagerly greeted as she leaned into him, wrapping an arm around her waist and enjoying the feeling of her lips to his cheek and her body against his. Even if it was over quite quickly, he loved it, and entered as she invited him in. God she looked wonderfl sitting there on the couch looking at him. "Well, I figure we'd make some food first and watch a movie while we eat, how about that?" he said. "Any specific movies that you wanna see, m'lady?"
 
"I'm fine with anything you want to watch," Jennifer said, smiling and standing up. She walked over to the small stand beside the door and picked up a twenty and a five that her parents had left there. "I've got money for pizza or something if you want to order out." For a moment, she felt somewhat warm, and let out a hot sigh before her strange heat flash passed. The sun was beginning to set, and as soon as it had dipped down beyond the hills at the edge of town, she would have much more than just a light heat flash to worry about.
 
He laughed a little at this. Perhaps this was the time to bring out the part of him that loved horror films - see if he could scare her. He had to admit he could be slightly sadistic when it came to that, loved to scare people a bit while being unaffected and holding her... he did like the idea. "Yeah, let's do that. We'll order something and rent a movie. Anything you're in the mood for? Something funny? Something... scary?" he said the last with a playful grin.
 
"Get something scary if you want to have me clinging to your side," she said with a light laugh, grabbing the phone from the kitchen to order pizza. She ordered a large meat lover's (which was odd, but only slightly, as she didn't usually like meat all that much), and was told that it would be about half an hour. She shuddered slightly, feeling oddly dizzy, but only for a brief moment. Was she just dizzy with excitement?
 
As she called for the pizza, he browsed through the home rental service that the TV offered, looking through the many titles... and did indeed pick a horror film. He LIKED the idea of Jessica clinging to his sides very much, to be sure. Finally settling on one called "Wolfen" that he couldn't remember having watched, he found that it was an older werewolf movie... some didn't freak out over supernatural stuff, but he'd find out of she did soon enough.
 
Jennifer plopped back down onto the couch, watching as the movie began to play and gently leaning against her boyfriend's shoulder. The changes were so subtle that she barely realized how she was panting softly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth a little, or how her nails were longer, narrower and had pointed tips at the end.
 
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she sat down with him, he really liked the situation as it was right now...and as the movie progressed, he was liking it more and more. He didn't really look at her - not that he didn't want to. But it was one of those moments where they both just watched the movie and he would be there if it was too much... he barely even noticed the change, not until he felt a some hair on his arm, but he shrugged that off.
 
The change came faster and faster as the sun's light slowly vanished. Fur was pouring out over her body while her head and ears shifted, a tail sprouting from her back and her hands and feet shifting to resemble paws. Jennifer gasped in shock, looking down at herself, patting her clothes and her new fur--she was almost exactly the same, but now, for some reason, she was also a wolf!
 
It was only when the more abrupt physical changes came that he took much notice - feeling how her body got more muscular, a little larger in his arms while she transformed next to him. Letting out a frightened yell he crawled backwards on the couch, staring at the creature in front of him. "W-what the HELL, Jess? This... this is a pretty abd joke!"
 
"This isn't a joke! Oh god, something's...something's happening." She groaned, her eyes rolling back as strange sensations washed over her. Her hair started to grow longer, lightening from its red to become closer to a strawberry blond. Her chest begins to grow, swelling outward, growing heavier and rounder as her ass begins to perk up, growing softer by the second. Her pants seem to split apart, the upper half slowly shrinking into shorts, while the lower half slumped down around her ankles, turning into fluffy ankle warmers.
 
"Holy fucking hell," he shouted as she more or less leapt off the couch, watching her change right in front of him. About five hundred thoughts raced through his head all at once. One part of him wanted to call 911, but what the hell was he gonna tell them? He could only stare in a strange mix of horror and fascination as his sweet girlfriend changed into an animal... not even that, she was still standing and had human features... "This is too fucking freaky... what do I do!?"
 
"Oh god, this is so freaky," she groaned, panting as she tried to squeeze her breasts back into her chest. Her shorts were quickly shrinking even further, so that soon all she had on below the waist was a neon pink miniskirt (which hugged her wide hips) and equally bright fluffy green leg warmers. Her hair was getting blonder and longer, and now starting to look more teased out as it grew. "I'm turning into some skank!" she gasped, sounding somewhat different, like she wasn't entirely herself. She looked down at the bracelets appearing on her wrists in shock, then up at her boyfriend.
 
He could do nothing but continue to stare in awe - even if he had tried to do something, what good would that really have done? There was no way he could possibly stop a transformation like this. That, and part of him found himself mesmerized at the way her clothes seemed to shrink away in front of him... but that was when he noticed that it was not only her body changing. Bracelets were magically appearing, snaking around her wrists and locking in place. What kind of transformation was this, when fabric was created out of thin air? "Oh jesus," he muttered, and in a panicked moment half considered throwing silverware at her.
 
"Ugh, no! I don't wanna be skeezing all over everyone!" she groaned, grabbing her head. Her voice was sounding a bit higher and more girlish, and there was definitely something happening to her mind. The collar of her shirt was opening up and sliding down over her shoulders, showing off more of her growing chest, as it too transformed--now a very revealing top, a vibrant green that contrasted against the yellow straps of her much skimpier bra. Her hair was growing even more teased out, even as it was tugged back into a fluffy ponytail. "This is totally lame..." she said, pouting.
 
He was not sure what she just said was supposed to mean, but he was sure that this was at the same time one of the most nightmarish and yet strangely attractive things that he had seen in his life. It was morbid curisoity - he could not get himself to look away as he shirt began to change shape, becoming possibly the skimpies top that he had ever laid his eyes on as her hair seemed to cascade and whip around the air at will before it settled in one syle. It seemed he transformation was ending. "J... Jess? Are you okay?"
 
Large earrings hung from her ears, and her ponytail bounced a bit as she moved, looking surprised, then smiling as she saw the movie on. "Oh rad, I love Wolfen!" she gushed, giggling as she took a seat on the couch, arching her back a little and sticking her chest out, soaking up the movie like it was the cutting edge of special effects, while also seemingly okay with the fact that she was now a wolf and her fashion sense had been pushed back by more than twenty years.
 
If the transformation had been frightening... if listening to her scream about how she didn't want this had been unsettling... then this was the most terrifying part. Her suddenly not minding any of it at all, and for one talking completely different than usual, and second... well, everything. Slowly, he walked over to the couch and in front of her, looking her in the eyes and almost wavong a hand - still a little careful as he WAS standing in front of a wolf. "J... Jess? Is anything left of you in there?"
 
Jennifer looked up at him like he was crazy. "Duh, I'm fine! Stop being a geekazoid, I wanna watch the movie!" she said, grabbing his arm and tugging him down onto the couch at her side. It was slowly coming together--the weird slang, the sudden interest in old movies, her fashion...as strange as it seemed, apparently Jennifer had turned into a werewolf...who was also a 'popular ditz' straight out of some 80's teen movie. On slight reflection, this was better than, say, having her turn into a bloodthirsty beast.
 
"What the hell are you talking about?" he replied when she started spewing some of the worst nonsense words he had ever heard - but that was when she suddenly grabbed his arm and tugged him down next to her with strength that really didn't leave him much of a choice. It... was insane. As if her turning into a werewolf wasn't already crazy... an 80'ies ditz werewolf? Somehow he had a feeling he would need years upon years of therapy.
 
"So, like don't get grossed out or whatever, but this is getting me hot," she said, turning to him and grinning as the movie's action grew more intense. She leaned against him, wagging her tail as she wrapped her arms around him and clung to him. She was only being slightly discrete about how she was pushing her breasts against his side and gently rubbing his hip with one of her hands.
 
It was so odd to listen to her talk like a ditz - one of the charming traits had been how smart she was, honestly. And the horrible 80'ies slang didn't help either. But soon she leaned against him with her much larger, heavier and yet... softer and far better toned frame and felt her strong arms wrap around him, her far bigger breasts pressing against him with their soft warmth and her hand rubbing him suggestively. "Is... is that so," he replied, trying to ignore his own arousal - she was a wolf for crying out loud!
 
"Yeah...so you wanna tell me why we're not making out?" she asked, grinning and twirling a finger around the tip of her fluffy ponytail. She fell on top of him, nearly pouncing on him and wrapping her arms tightly around her boyfriend's chest. Before he could say anything, her lips were pressed tightly against his, keeping him pinned beneath her in a tight kiss that tasted strongly of cherry lip gloss. Her pas slowly rubbed his back, her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
 
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