Rowan doubled over and broke into a profuse sweat that permeated the leather of his tunic. He was on his way back from a quest when the night of the full moon finally came.

"I--I thought the curse was bullshit!" He groaned, recalling the supposed werewolf that cursed him.

His chest expanded as his testicles ascended into his body cavity with an unceremonious pop. "Fuck!!!" Rowan's hips pushed outward, his body shrinking while his spine contorted into a feminine shape. Panicking, he fell to his knees and probed desperately at his crotch through his pants. It was to no avail; his scrotum tightened to his pelvis, becoming taut as his penis withered away into a small nub.

"Ahhhwoooo!" He showed, his voice climbing multiple octaves as the changes sped up. Ears and a tail sprouted while his pants and tunic ripped off from her increasingly magnificent tits and ass. She howled in confusion and arousal before lying on her back. Unable to think clearly, she pushed her lithe fingers between her legs and probed her new, feminine folds. "N-- No, I shouldn't-- I shouldn't do this..." She whined, unable to stop herself as she rubbed her clit and secreted sticky fluid that dribbled down her thigh. As her climax hit, Rowan mourned the loss of her manhood, and she let out a shrill, lewd howl into the night air.

The next day, Rowan was unamused to discover the curse didn't lift upon waking up. Upon making it to a nearby town, she struggled to find clothes that fit her new body.

"Ugh-- god dammit it all..." She winced, staring in the mirror at her new self. She had a long red ponytail, wolf ears, a tail, and a toned yet extremely feminine body. Her nipples poked through her top, and her shorts hugged her body, showing off her luscious, perfect thighs.

Despite her frustration, she was pretty eager to find an Inn room and spend another evening exploring her new cursed form.