"I wish that I was a werewolf," I said aloud. I waited to feel myself change, then realized that nothing was happening. Then it dawned on me that there wasn't a full moon out. I briefly debated the merits of wishing for a full moon, but realized the havoc that such a wish might cause.
"I wish that I could change forms at will," I said, now feeling a rush of power run through me as the ring imbued me with control, a control which hadn't been there a second ago.
"Excellent," I muttered, flexing my still-human muscles, but now keenly aware of two urges-the urge to change and hunt, and the urge to change and mate. I could feel the animalistic side of myself barely contained, and knew that THIS was what a werewolf must feel before the beast emerges.
I felt almost surrounded by a static electrical field, and my heart hammered in my chest. I knew I could initiate the change whenever I wanted, and boy, I wanted to! I fell to one knee, my heart pounding faster..I was struggling to contain my animal side. Even though I'd wished to be able to change at will, it had somewhat backfired, because subconsciously I DID want to change, right this second.
I glanced in a mirror, seeing myself with golden eyes now. I smiled, and saw my canines elongating. The static electricity feeling grew, and I felt my nails sliding out, growing longer and more clawlike. This change was happening, regardless of what I consciously wanted at this point. A darker part of me was calling the shots; the part I had wished into being minutes earlier.
I pulled my shirt off and saw the black fur sprouting on my chest, my muscles swelling. There was no stopping this, and now I didn't want to. The only question is how this first adventure would play out. Which urge would be sated?