You are ${character.name}, a young man working graveyard shifts at a convenience store in the middle of nowhere. Today is yet another night, and you're already dreading it. You walk in to find your coworker, Luce, doing what she does best: nothing at all.
"Heh heh... So dumb!" Luce chuckles to herself, flipping through her comic. You click your tongue in annoyance as you pass by.
"You can at least help me with these," you complain, hefting a box of pamphlets onto the store counter.
"How about I don't," she says, without even looking up.
"Fuckin' bitch," you grumble.
"Virgin loser," she shoots back, without missing a beat.
You've had to deal with Luce's insufferable attitude since she was hired a few months ago. The store owner seems to like her, so your complaints go unaddressed. It's easy to see why; she's stupidly attractive. Fit, meaty, not to mention those tits and that dump truck ass. If only her personality wasn't absolute filth.
You decide you've had enough. It's time to put your foot down. You stomp over indignantly, and snatch the comic out of her hands.
"Fuck! I was reading that!" Luce protests, trying to snatch it back.
"Help me fold these!" you demand. "I'm not doing this shit myself!"
You drop a stack of pamphlets on her lap—promotions for a "moon gazing tour", whatever the hell that is. She stops and stares at the topmost printout, her eyes focusing on a picture of the full moon.
"Oh shit...! Fuck! What did you do?!" Luce shrieks, standing up and spilling the papers to the floor. At first, you think she's making another lousy excuse, but to your shock, she begins to transform before your very eyes. Black, lupine ears sprout atop her head, as does a thick, bushy tail from her rear. Her hands and feet transform into razor claws, and her teeth turn into fangs.
"What on Earth..." you whisper, wide-eyed.
"Damn! Why now?!" she cries, slowly panicking. "L-look, ${character.name}... It's not what it looks like! Please don't tell anyone! I don't wanna go back!"