"Hey, maybe I could be part of your pack," Tatiana suggested, excitedly fingering the Werebrush. "I'd make a way hotter mate than Jenna McSweeney!"
"You'd brush yourself?" Selena asked. "Could you stay in your clan if you did that?"
"I don't know," said Tatiana, stroking Selena's four breasts. "All I know is that I'd do anything to be with you, Lena." She threw her arms around her girlfriend's hyena mane and kissed her.
"Alright," said Selena. "As long as you're sure."
"I've never been more sure about anything in my unlife," said Tatiana. She held her long, ebony hair in her hand and began to brush it. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes. Tatiana braced herself for the jolt of transformation magic, but it never came. Undaunted, the vampire girl scrunched up her face and tried to induce her shift. Try as she might, not one feature of Tatiana's ivory body changed. After five or six minutes of nothing happening, Tatiana reluctantly accepted defeat.
"Damn it," the vampire grumbled. "I guess being a vampire stopped it. Maybe you need living cells or something."
"Maybe your moms can help us," said Selena. "I bet they know a lot more about vampire lore than either of us. Between the two of them, I'm sure they could think of something."
"That'd be a pretty awkward conversation to have with them," Tatiana ruefully commented. "'Hey, Momtriarch! Could you help me throw away my vampirehood so I can live in the woods with my werehyena girlfriend?' No thanks."
"What do you suggest, then?" asked Selena. "I would like you in my pack, Tats."
"Morgana's our best option," Tatiana answered. "She sold you the Werebrush in the first place, after all."