You stare into the mirror feeling your skin tingle with its magic watching yourself transform into... nothing, nothing happens at all. You wait a moment longer to no avail, you’re still just you, a human.
“You sick little pup,” you hear a voice growl at you from the stairwell. You quickly turn around to see a seven-foot tall, fat behemoth of a werewolf baring down on you. Even in the new form and under the black fur, the voice and the clothes give it away, the drooling werewolf sloppily licking his lips at you, is your Uncle Jack. “Like what you see nephew?” You unconvincingly shake your head no and try to back away. Your uncle pounces on you, knocking you to the ground, reaching into your jeans and grabbing your erection with his giant paws. “Could’ve fooled me,” he says howling with laughter. Of course you like it, this is your fantasy the mirror created. Uncle Jack plants his dark, thick, drool covered lips onto yours, forcing his canine tongue into your mouth and begins exploring. Instantly, your resistance fades away, replaced with lust for your werewolf uncle. Uncle Jack pulls away leaving a hot, thick string of drool connecting your mouths before breaking and running down your fur covered shirt. You open your mouth letting your new canine tongue fall out of your still human face. You pant, thirsting for more of your Uncle’s attention, ready to please him.