"I hope you'll believe me. It's pretty far out. You see...I'm a werewolf."
The words triggered a post-hypnotic suggestion in Marcia's brain. Dr. Lobis-Homen had thought of just such a scenario, where Tommy, or perhaps another member of his pack might come to her, hoping for help.
Marcia smiled at Blake, a seductive and vaguely predatory smile. " I know Blake, and you're not insane. You're evolution. What you need to do is spread your gift around. Everyone wants it, even if they act like they don't."
Blake stared at her, confused. "But...it..feels WRONG," he told her.
"Are you sure?" Marcia cooed, using her mind to push into his, easily overwhelming his younger and untrained mind.
"What's...what's going on?" Blake said, wobbling, unable to break eye contact with her.
Marcia smiled, getting up from her chair, never breaking the contact. She stalked over to him, laying her hands on his temples, strengthening her link with his mind. "Can't you see the full moon, up in the sky, Blake?" she whispered, pushing the illusion into his mind. "Give in to the animal, Blake," she whispered.
He pulled away from her now, his muscles starting to tense and shift. "Noo...no..." he groaned, fighting the changes. His canines had elongated, and his ears had grown pointed. His eyes were shut tight, as he concentrated, trying to fight off the illusion in his mind.
Marcia wouldn't be deterred, however. "Blake," she said, "Don't you want a bitch of your very own?" And into his mind, she conjured an image of a girl in a cheerleader uniform, moaning and writhing as she changed into a werewolf. "Only you can make that happen, Blake...and ONLY if you give in to the animal inside of you."
Blake immediately sprang to attention, and the added stress of the arousal caused him to lose control of his form. His body swelled, and his clothing tore as soon there was nothing truly left of Blake in the office, aside from the color of the werewolf's fur. It howled loudly and angrily, starting to advance on Marcia.
"No," she said calmly, and with authority...an authority that the beast recognized. "Your work is out there, not in here." The beast opened the door with a bit of a struggle, heading back into the waiting area of the office, where Rusty was....