What if becoming a werewolf just meant you grew a lot of body hair and had to go home from work almost immediately? Top post, please!

Kitty was having a pretty good first day at her new job, until the sun started setting. It started with itching—she thought it was just the skirt that was a little too long for her legs or the collar of her blouse that was a little too high—until the itching almost hurt and she realized it was something else entirely. She scratched and scratched, but the hair just grew faster, and before she knew it she was covered in a layer of fur—she could feel it on her arms and chest, the base of her neck, on her shoulders and belly. She stood up to go to the bathroom, saw her reflection in a window, and screamed, “Fuck!”<br>If she’d known she would have waited another day or two before accepting this job. She couldn’t go home now—she had just accepted the position, almost a month ago, and worked here for one whole day. If she went home, she wouldn’t be able to come back. Still, she couldn’t go on like this. She got up and walked over to her boss’s office at the end of the hall, head down and arms over herself.<br>“Knock, knock.” She said, after she knocked, without getting up. After a moment of waiting for an answer that never came, she peeked inside the doorway of his office. He was sitting in his chair, looking out the window, and he didn’t seem to have heard her.<br>“Boss?” She said, louder this time, and he turned around. He didn’t say anything, just looked over her whole body, then shook his head a little. “Boss, is it okay if I go home? I’m not feeling very good.”<br>“Yes, go home.” He said, and waved his hand at her. He’d already turned away, and Kitty took that as her cue. She scurried out of the office, and then out of the building—and most of the way down the block—before she realized she’d left her coat at her desk.<br>“Oh, fuck.” She said, to nobody in particular. She stood there, in the middle of the street, for a few minutes, stamping her feet and grumbling to herself. She didn’t need the coat, with all the fur covering her, but she didn’t want to go back inside like this. While she stood there, a few other people left the building, and all of them stared as they passed her. One came over, an old man in a suit who’d been in the office next to hers, and said, “Am I wrong, or are you the new receptionist?”<br>“You’re not wrong.” She said.<br>“Oh, I almost—do you need a coat?” He said, when he saw that she was already shivering. “I think you forgot yours.” He offered her his, and she felt a rush of embarrassment and gratitude.<br>“No, no. Thank you.” She said, waving her hands at him. “You don’t have to do that.”<br>“No, no, I don’t mind.” He protested. “It’s my coat, I can do what I want with it.” He said, almost a little too sternly, but in a polite way, and Kitty knew she’d hurt his feelings. She took the coat, with thanks, and when he’d turned to leave she called out to him.<br>“Hey, mister!” He turned around again—the streetlights were coming on, and Kitty felt a little safer. “I’m Kitty, by the way.”<br>“John.” He said, and almost bowed. “It was very nice to meet you.”<br>“Same.” Kitty said, and smiled. She took a deep breath, and turned to walk home, trying not to think too much about how bad the rest of her week was going to be.