the Druid-Wolf

Red wandered into a clearing in the woods. A storm was brewing above him, and the first droplets of water began to fall.

"Shit," Red said, and tried to run out of the clearing. But he ran smack into a man who was commanding each droplet with his hands. The man was sturdy and muscular, reminding Red of the Woodsman. But he was wearing a cloak, with a head made in the fashion of a wolf.

"Sorry," Red said, as he was pushed down, "just trying to get on my way."

"How dare you?" The man said, pushing Red back to the ground with an electric burst from his hands. Red felt the energy connecting inside him. "How dare you interrupt the great Alyssum."
"Alison?"

"Alyssum," the man said, and shot another bolt of energy into Red. "And now you have my curse."

Red looked down at his body. It was becoming smaller, his frame more brittle. As the rain storm began to fall around him, he felt his whole body wash off as he shrank. His features softened more, and his little beard grew back into his face. Two tiny breast burst out of him, and then his penis disappeared."

"What have you done with me?"

"Give you the Alyssum Curse."

"I don't want to be cursed!"

"Well, then how will you pay for interrupting my magics?" the man asked. "I had great work to do and now it is all shot."