He growled in a different way, clearly showing that he was in pain. Then it happened. He started to change until he turned into his original form.“H...oly crap! He is becoming human!” Claire exclaimed.And there he was. A tall, muscular man knelt where the werewolf had been. The transformation was complete. The man introduced himself as Arthur. He was the last leader of a long line of men chosen by fate to fight the blood suckers. His father did it before him and his grandfather did it before his. The newspaper might have it, especially with it being tied in to Christmas and all.We'll check this morning.How about a muscle-building spell--become a burly beast, strike fear into the hearts of my enemies?I can see the appeal, especially for an eleven-year-old, but is it really a high priority? We already cast a health and fitness spell, and this body naturally gains muscle fairly easily.How about a memorization spell? It would help with the homework.We'd have to attach that one to an amulet,. For a couple of kids working on the project for an hour or two after school and chores, it took over a month. Doing our original biplane took something like six weeks.Dad had a toy. He loved his little Mooney Mite. This was a tiny single seat airplane that was fairly fast – two miles per hour per horsepower, but not a lot of horsepower – and very maneuverable. The little 65 horse power engine could fly all day at 120 knots. You couldn't do any aerobatics in it as it had gravity fed fuel. It had. I dressed like a nice whore and grabbed my car keys, hoping not to be disappointed by men…Once there, I paid the fee and went directly into the back section, to the booths where there was a nice amount of single guys around.I stood there, getting a little anxious and nervous, waiting for an empty glory hole to enter. I felt fine, as I was catching the eyes of all the horny cocks also waiting for a turn in the booths. After a long while, finally two booths opened up at the same time and I went.