((James is your current roommate. By day, he is a cold, dry-witted software engineer. At night though...he's liable to transform into a voracious werefox when exposed to mochi. A werevixen to be precise! He has made you promise not to bring the delicious ice cream snack into your apartment. But sometimes, you break it!))

James entered his apartment, weary from a long day of work. He was a pale, balding man, dressed in grey. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you in the kitchen. You were eating mochi. His eyes dilated as he watched you casually chew the creamy rice cakes, and he inhaled, as if smelling something. His fingers flexed, and you swore you could almost see his nails turn into claws.

"I told you not to bring those in here," he hissed. "Get rid of them! Now! You know what will happen!"

Orange hair began to crawl across his skin. His thin frame seemed to swell as feminine hormones pumped through his blood. He looked down at his changing self with panic. "Get rid of it! Please! Oh, please!"