"Oh, God," Karen thought as she stroked the shaggy tuft of hair that had sprung from beneath the cuff of her pants leg, "this is too strange."
Karen looked down and noticed her nervous caressing of the newly sprouted thick hair and withdrew her hand self consciously. "What the hell am I doing?" she thought, confused and afraid, already late coming home as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Unconsciously rubbing the wishing stone in her other hand, Karen thought aloud, "I just wish this would make sense."
Dusk was falling, and it seemed her accidental wish had no effect as the sky darkened. All she noticed was that she felt exceptionally hungry, but considering it was almost dinnertime, that wasn't unusual.
Presently the moon was revealed from behind a cloud, shining down on Karen, full and bright. She felt faint, falling onto her side right as the moonlight hit her. A shiver passed through her body, and she felt bunched and itchy again, only this time all over her skin. She gritted her teeth at a slight ache in her joints, and yelped as she accidentally drew blood, having bitten into her tongue. Frightened, Karen became aware that her cuspids were longer and sharper, still growing, though already much like fangs. Even her loose sweater had begun to feel tight, and she tugged at it with a hand sporting a sparse growth of blonde hairs on the back of it, nails sharpening and lengthening into claws beginning to unravel the knit as they dug into it.
Frustration was building in Karen. Her feet had already burst from the tips of her shoes, longer and more like paws, her toes bearing talons at the tips. Her jeans had ripped along the seams from the cuffs up, and they hung loosely from her hips in ribbons, showing densely muscled golden-furred legs. She felt trapped by her sweater, grunting savagely as she gripped it and tore it off suddenly, baring breasts that were even larger than those the stone had given her, heaving with a ruff of ringlets of luxurious blonde hair between them, cascading down her chest even as the hair on her head wildly grew, becoming a tangled manelike growth that trailed along the ground. Her ears had grown pointed, sticking out from her rich mane from behind curled tufts of lush fur that had sprung from her cheeks.
Karen licked her newly-grown fangs as she still clutched the stone, looking up at the moon as an urge welled up in her chest. A lonely cry echoed throughout the neighborhood as Karen let out a long wolflike howl. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that the stone had granted her wish exactly. She was a werewolf, and it now made sense for her to have long blonde hair all over her body...
