"Shit yes!" you tell him, "There's cute goth werewolves whose lives are in danger!" The sky flashes for a moment and then you're in the forest. A few meters away is a small cabin, with a sign that actually says "Bisexual Weregirls' Colony" in front of it, with a smaller sign below that says, "New recruits welcome!"
You're not entirely sure how much time you have, so you run as fast as you can towards the cabin, banging on the door. It opens, answered by a girl who couldn't be taller than five feet. She's got a shaved head and multiple piercings in her ears and lips. "Mmmm," she smiles, sniffing at you. "You here to join up?"
"Look, I need to talk to your alpha. It's really important, can I come in?" you ask her.
"Yeah, sure...whatever floats your boat, but it's gonna get kinda wild in here in a few minutes," she says, sounding amused. You walk in to a sparsely furnished large room, nearly empty, save for a couple of couches and a large refrigerator. Skinny Puppy blares on the stereo system, and the smell of clove cigarettes lingers in the air.
"Great," you say to the shaven-headed girl, "That's a good thing, trust me. In fact, why wait?" you look around the room, finding another five girls all clad in black with various amounts of tattoos, piercings, and dye jobs scattered around the room. "Why don't you all get your fur coats on like right now...there's hunters coming for you!" The girls look confused at the panic in your voice.
"Hunters?" comes a new voice, from a woman emerging from a back room, "In MY woods? Don't make me laugh!" She's a tall and willowy woman, with bright pink hair, clad in a full-length ball gown, complete with corset.
"No, I'm not fucking with you girls, you're in serious danger of getting wiped out!" you say, hoping to get through to them.
"Buddy, if you want to see us change into werewolves, all you have to do is ask. Any of my girls is happy to oblige. Hell, it's a full moon tonight. In a few minutes they're gonna be shifting anyway," she says, nonplussed.
"You might not have a few minutes...they know you're here!" you tell her.
She laughs, lighting up a clove, "And why exactly should we believe you?"
You relate the entire story, leaving nothing out, aside from the genie part of the story. Even magic bisexual goth werewolves might have a hard time believing that. The alpha pauses, mulling your story over.