A werewolf is anticipating that time of the year again, the mooooooon!
(This was an April fool's story)

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Werewolfing in

The trees rustle under the majestic moonlight. I've come here many times to feel the change. That mystical moon is always beautiful, especially when I transform. That nasty feeling of fur on my skin… Those cumbersome paws that cannot grasp anything without trying three or four times. And that accursed tendency to growl and yelp.

But once every moon, when it has cycled in full, its rays bless me. I change into a shape that no one has ever seen before. Sleeker, unburdened, and free. I can already feel it happen now, my always-lifted paws get dragged to the soil, connecting me to the earth. My shaggy fur recedes and becomes nearly imperceptible, except for a sorry patch that still holds out on my head.

My whole body shrinks, making it more compact, allowing me to see the world from up closer. It hurts, and I can't keep my eyes open. But the dulling of my hearing makes it easier to concentrate, and when the sounds stop, I open my eyes and am greeted by so many more colors than my canine eyes would ever imagine.

Extremities now recede into my body. My pointed ears migrate to the sides and round out. My butt stills as my tail slowly recedes into a tailbone. Finally stopping it to a rest. Sharp and dangerous claws now dull into nothing more than tactile nails.The world around me darkens as the light flees from my eyes, dimming to a dark brown. My teeth shorten and blunt, allowing me to eat and taste so much more.

I shriek of joy in a foreign tongue. My body shivers in excitement. Finally I'm free, with only the skin on my back. I run into the much darker night, unencumbered by fur. The dark unknown embraces me as I fly past the shades of the trees and bushes.

It was fun, until I got home sick.
0/10 would never do that on a cold night again