There was a small line in front of the door, and conveniently enough, there were a pair of young women at the very back.
They were clad in identical tight black skirts, and black string tops.
One was a redhead and the other a blonde, both with petite frames, standing only around five feet tall.
I approached them cautiously, my heart hammering. I waited until they seemed rather preoccupied in conversation with each other, then gently touched the redhead's bare shoulder, just brushing it with my fingertips.I felt the briefest surge of energy pass between us, like a small spark.
"What the hell are you--ooohhhhhhhhh" she whimpered, a tremor going through her. For a split second she'd been angry, but then the wish had taken hold. Her eyes burned yellow, and she tried to speak, but could only manage another moan, her ears beginning to poke through her hair.
"Brooke, what's going on?" asked the blonde, glancing at me, but not really recognizing that I'd been the one who'd started the trouble. She reached out her hand to steady her friend, who spun, looking now at her with the eyes of an animal.
"RRRRRachellll..." growled the redhead, fangs emerging, as she slid her hand up the blonde's skirt, passing the change onto her. She pulled her quivering blonde friend in for a passionate kiss as her muzzle began to emerge, then they fell to the ground, writhing as they made out and changed.
Yes, things were all going according to plan, I saw, as people in line began to gawk, and two more were inadvertently touched by the flailing hands of the shewolves. Now two men were in the grasp of the shift, and the line was beginning to panic.