"Thanks, but...no," Wendy said, a slight hesitation in her voice, one that she herself didn't understand.
Lisa smiled, clearly having heard the momentary hesitation. "I'm not sure you know entirely what you're turning down," she said.
Wendy replied, "I...I don't want to be one of you."
"One of YOU?" Lisa replied, "Do you even really know what we are, what it is to be a werewolf?"
Wendy shook her head. "No ma'am."
Lisa smiled at her, "Have you even SEEN one of us in our werewolf form? Have you ever SEEN the wonder that is our transformation?"
Wendy's heart began to hammer, she knew she was nearing a dangerous point in her existence. She was entering a crossroad point, and one that there would probably be no going back from. "No I haven't," she replied.
"Do you want to?" Lisa asked, quietly and subtlely flexing her inner thigh muscles, releasing faint and small quantities of her musk into the air.
Wendy's nostrils flared as she caught the scent subconsciously. Lisa saw the subtle hardening of her nipples through the fabric of her top. "Yes," whispered Wendy, her voice completely unsteady.
Lisa stood,smiling still. "Give me a second," she said, turning her back to Wendy, "It takes me a minute in the day..d..day..t..time." Her body began to shudder a moment later, and Lisa turned back around to face Wendy, her cheekbones and forehead pulsing and a soft growl coming from her mouth.
Lisa held her hand up so that Wendy could see the fingernails twisting into long talons, the fake tips falling off onto the floor. Lisa let out a much more powerful growl, flexing her torso. Her halter top let loose with a snap as red fur raced from her navel up to her breasts. Lisa let out a mighty roar, a sound half-human, half-wolf as her whole body began to quake and gain mass and size. She continued to grunt and growl as she grew six inches, her leggings first stretching, then ripping as she grew too tall for them.
Wendy's eyes involuntarily focused directly on Lisa's crotch, staring at Lisa's vulval mound, barely covered by the straining fabric. It quivered and twitched like every other part of her body, and Wendy found herself wondering what THAT looked like, and what it must feel like to have that part of herself changing.
The change began to slow, and the only sound was Lisa's heavy breathing, ragged and bestial. Her tits had shrunk into her chest, barely more than a cups, and joined by two more sets further down. Lisa's mouth hung open as fangs grew in. A wet, popping noise started as Lisa's ears reshaped, long and pointed, poking up through her tangled mass of red hair.
Lisa began to growl low again as her forehead began to recede. Her nose flattened and became leathery and black. The leggings fell away with a final shredding sound as a red tail blossomed, and the thong similarly failed, revealing a gloriously red mound of fur, glistening with musk, its aroma flooding the room now. The snapping and popping of bone reached a crescendo as her muzzle pushed forward, and Lisa's change was complete.
The red werewolf took a couple steps forward toward the seated Wendy, her mound just inches from her face. "Lisa," Wendy said quietly, "Can you understand me?"
The Lisa-wolf looked down at her, nodding.