(Author's Note: Credit for this episode should go to the original author GoldenMane.)
George couldn't wait to get to the party. Keith had looked at him weird when he said he would change at the party, but it would be worth it to see the way the people would look at him. They arrived in front of Kim's sorority house, where loud music and laughter could be heard from within. When they got up to the door, Kim was there along with a guy he hadn't seen before and the guy was kissing and flirting with his girl!
When she saw George, however, she was visibly distraught. "Um, hi, George. Sorry that I forgot to tell you about the party, but it looks like you got here anyway," she said, with a fake and forced smile.
"Save it, Kim. I thought I meant something to you. God, we have been dating for a year now."
"You're one to talk, George. You haven't been exactly faithful to me either. Yes, I know about all the little affairs you've had. Let's just say we have a mutual friend who talks when he gets drunk."
"Fine, it's over then. I'm going in. I'm not going to have my night ruined because of this." George stormed inside. How could she? Well, he could find someone else, maybe even here at the party.
Locking himself in the bathroom, he put on the costume. He felt the familiar tightening of it and admired himself for a couple of minutes before going out. He walked into the room where everyone was dancing and suddenly everyone was looking at him. Nearly all of the girls were looking at him with lust in their eyes, while the men looked at him with obvious jealousy. He saw one of Kim's friends who he had always thought was particularly beautiful (Susan, he believed her name was) and asked her to dance. As they stepped out onto the dancing area, a slow song started and they assumed the close stance position. He luxuriated in the feel of her softness against his solid muscle. They got even closer, putting their cheeks together as the music played on. She immediately pulled it away.
"Your hair scratched me. You really should have shaved before the party," Susan said.
That's funny, he had shaved before coming. Oh well, it doesn't matter. He just wanted that moment to last forever. He noticed his arms felt heavier, but he had been to the gym the day before and dismissed it as soreness. He held her tighter, loving being this close to her.
"Please, stop squeezing me. You're hurting me," she said, as she tried to pull away from him. Looking up at him, she looked upon him with horror.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked, as he released her. Was that his voice? It sounded as if he was talking with razorblades in his throat. He became aware that his fingers were scraping against something. Looking down, he became transfixed with the sight that assaulted him. His arms had grown longer and now is hands were dragging on the floor. But they weren't his hands. They were tough and leather-like and were darkening with each second.
He immediately ran for the bathroom. When he got there, he found it locked. He started banging on the door and yelling "Let me in! Let me in!" The door opened and a man dressed up as a werewolf stepped out. When he saw George, however, he ran screaming down the hall. George went in and locked the door. Looking in the mirror, he was confronted with his face, but it looked as if it had been punched one too many times, for it was swollen. It was also a darker shade. He then noticed that his brown hair was now black and covering almost all of his face. Looking down, he found his legs and arms now covered with the same hair.
Once again, the costume felt as if it was shrinking, but now he was getting to big for it. He started to feel dizzy, as he seemed to get even taller and larger. It was starting to become painful when it ripped from the tension revealing a body that was not his. His whole body was covered in the thick, black hair except for his chest which was bare of it and showed the powerful muscles he had been so proud of before, but which now horrified him.
What was happening to him? He screamed out in terror, but all that came out were some primal grunts. He looked once again into the mirror and recognized what he had become: a gorilla. Turning around he also noticed a streak of silver down his back. Great, and a silverback, for that matter. I should have gotten the cupid costume, he thought, as his humanity drained from his now primate mind.
And in the little shop in the mall, the old man laughed.
