Not Sure How You'd Hide it Anyway

"Ally, something's... happening, in the exhibits."

"Is something wrong?" Allegra asks, "I overheard a couple of the performers saying their walkie talkies weren't working."

"I talked with Keith and he's losing the video feeds of some of them too. You remember the stories about the cult that owned this place?"

"Oh yeah, that the thought they could change reality or something?"

"I think they somehow managed it. Ally, the exhibits are turning real. They're changing the performers."

"Wh-what are you saying, M?"

"I went to the Werewolf Den and I... I got bit."

The admission wracks your body again, your sleeves and pants legs pulling back from stretching, muscular limbs covered in thick red fur. You reach out with a trembling hand and curl clawed fingers under the stall wall for Allegra to see.

"You're... you're putting me on, M. You found my secret blog, didn't you? Got some costume stuff from Keith to wind me up?"

"It's... all... rrrrrreal," you say, your voice hitching down an octave, tinged with a growl.

Your fingers grow thicker, gnarled as your palm bloats out with dark leathery pads. It's somewhere between a paw and a hand now, and you can hear Allegra's breath catch as she sees it change.

"Holy shit! I... I..."

"You what?" You ask with nervous hope, your free hand stroking your cheek as your jawline flowers with dangling tufts of lush fur.

"...I want in."