She races home, there is a full moon out tonight. she enters her house frantically and locks the doors tight.. Desperately trying to shut herself in so she won't hurt anyone, but it's too late. it's starting.. The transformation overtakes her..like it does every other month. Muscles bulge through her pants, and blouse. Her sweet quiet, delicate demeanor now replaced by a hulking, screaming, muscled angry, clothes shredding she beas.t. She tries to fight it every inch of the way with great pain and stress. On her knees and on the ground, against the wall, she starts bursting and tearing out of ... Show more