Shelly gasped upon seeing the bite mark. "Oh, John." Sadly, she said. "This is a witch bite!"
"A what..." Confused, John asked.
Shelly sighed. "When I told you I was an expert in the dark arts, I was not joking." Scolding, she said. "Magic is real and dark witches pass curses through a bite. You can determine the type of curse through the color of the blood that comes out of the wound."
"Are you serious?!" Taken back, John demanded.
Shelly did not respond. She instead took a needle from a pocket sewing kit and jabbed John in the wound, allowing blood to seep out a pin prick hole. John opened his mouth to protest only to gasp as he saw dark pink blood ooze from the wound. Seeing this as well, Shelly shook her head.
"I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point." Serious, she said. "This is a weregirl curse."
"A weregirl?!" Startled, John asked. "What on Earth does that do to me?!"
"It turns you into a girl every night there is a full moon." Bemused, Shelly replied. "What makes the curse dark is that the girl you become will be rather horny."
John shrugged. "How is that so bad?" Lightly, he asked. "It's not like I'm a virgin. That and I'm certain you know of an antidote."
"Once the girl gets knocked up, the antidote will not work, genius!" Irritated, Shelly snapped. "Worse, the antidote can only be made under a full moon."
"What happens if I, err, the girl gets pregnant?" Worried, John asked.
"If that happens, kiss your man card good bye." Serious, Shelly replied. "The transformation will become permanent and you will be a single mother as I doubt the man you seduce will stick around to help you raise the child."
"What did I do to deserve this?!" Moaning, John demanded.
"There is another side to the curse." Wincing, Shelly said.
"What?" Now frightened, John asked.
"There is the off chance that you were targeted as a potential adoptee." Softly, Shelly explained. "Dark pink blood can indicate that as well."
"How do you tell the difference?" Morbidly curious, John asked.
"If you become younger rather than horny, we will know." Darkly, Shelly said. "There are seven teeth marks so you would stop regressing at the age of seven after the same number of full moons pass." She paused, looking up at the moon. "We will know more tomorrow night."
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