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I grabbed my shirt by the center of the collar and looked around my room. Nobody here but me.

"It's time," I smiled.

I pulled my arms back and started ripping my shirt straight through the middle. I won't need it, so why keep it? The fabric slowly ripped as the tear was slowly getting bigger.
My muscles felt free as I threw the torn shirt to the ground. That shirt was one of the few things that kept me stuck where I was, so I didn't care about it. I took deep breaths as I was waiting for the transformation to start.

It started at my hands. My nails stretched out from their small form into deadly claws. My hand felt good as it was shifting from its weak, brittle, form into a stronger one accommodated by weapons.

A tingle hit my ears as they mushed around and re-formed the cartilage into a pointed wolf-like form. The change hit my eardrums and I could hear everything around me, from my breaths to the T.V. in the room beside me – my senses were opened from their weaker state.

My muscles expanded slightly and I felt stronger – my body was already better than before. My abs grew into a firm six pack and my biceps slowly widened.

Tuffs of hair started to appear. Hair around my face poked in quickly, and my armpit hair grew out. I ran my hand down my side and felt that hair has also completely covered it there, and I stared at my arms and legs with a grin across my face as fur began to group around on them.

"Yes!" I laughed as I unbuttoned my pants. "I'm free!"

My mouth felt enlightened as my jaw stretched out and my teeth sharpened into razors meant for killing anyone in my way.

My ears slowly started to creep up to the top of my head, growing and pointing even further to improve my senses to hear conversations from the streets below.

I rubbed my neck and felt that a mane of fur started sprouting out my neck and onto my shoulders, dropping down to my chest eventually. Soon enough, there was a thin layer of hair covering every part of my body – even my face.

My shoulders pulled backwards to make my body look broadened, and my pecs doubled in size.
My abs became defined even further as hair started to thicken up around my torso.

I looked down and felt my foot start to feel warm along with the rest of my body, and the toes of my shoe started to rip. My feet were becoming stronger to hold up my new form and they quickly ripped the whole shoe open. Claws quickly ripped out of my toes, too.

I took a quick glimpse in the mirror and noticed that my hair grew considerably longer. My muscles were now as big as a healthy man's, and hair covered my skin. I nearly jumped with excitement as my eyes slowly turned into a bright yellow.

"It's the new me." I whispered.

The transformation continued and my legs started to grow. My thighs grew bigger and eventually ripped off my shorts.

My body felt amazing as the transformation was completing its final phase.
My nose grew and improved my sense of smell; I could smell each drop of sweat on me, and the apples in Mrs. Dury's room across the hall.

I looked in the mirror again and my body felt away from the Earth as my face stretched out into a muzzle. My mouth and nose combined and stretched out and I started to laugh.
I grew even taller and my hands and feet thickened into strong paws to take me the distance.

My tailbone popped out, and formed a tail the swished back and forth as my ears rose to the top of my head.

My muscles grew a little larger, and the final pieces of hair stretched to their full size, covering my body in a bed of fur.

I let out a howl and stared at my new body in the mirror.

I was no longer a weak man on the street.

I was no longer a random person with no meaning.

I was covered in jet black fur, strong muscles, pointed ears, deadly yellow eyes, and a muzzle.

I was a werewolf, and I was free.
:iconcourage-and-hope:
Here's another transformation!

But that's kinda long : P

This one's a transformation of a lone man in his apartment who enjoys being a werewolf and makes the most out of it.

The werewolf is the hidden part of him.

Like my work? Request! :)
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*RapierMedia Feb 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
That's not too shabby.
keep writing.
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:iconryansgalant:
a few typos, and grammatical errors, but I really like the tone, intonation, and layout of the story.
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:iconcourage-and-hope:
Thanks :D

I know grammar is important, but I mostly focus on the actual story.
And, sorry, but which typos? I'd like to correct those :D
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:iconryansgalant:
Sorry, as I read through it again I realized that they're more grammatical errors than typos. Still it's a great story. I slowly began to go through my stories and revise them for content, grammar, layout, and a myriad of other reasons. It's refreshing because I realize that even though I've put so much work into them, they are always room for improvements. It's a fun game to play with yourself, but it can also became a brutal exercise in self doubt sometimes. You've got some pretty good stories, and I can't wait to read more.
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