Joanna watched as Becky's eyes grew wide, and her hand went to her forehead. "I...I..." she muttered, her eyes glowing yellow. Joanna, still a straight man inside this woman's body, smiled, aroused as Becky began to transform.
Becky's body began to tremble as she tore at her clothes, freeing her growing breasts and quivering vagina. Joanna had the best seat in the house for the up-close change, and reached out,experimentally rubbing the rapidly-changing girl's slit.
Becky howled as she came, alerting the rest of the girls that something was quite amiss, and they began to both stare and slowly move toward the exit. Joanna knew they couldn't be allowed to escape. Reaching her hand into her pocket, she slid the ring on the only finger that would fit it now-her index finger.
"I wish that every woman on the planet would want to become a werewolf once they saw one, and that the transformation was the most pleasurable experience any woman could ever have."
Instantly, the women stampeded for the werewolf. Those who had skirts or dresses were hiking them up, discarding their panties. The rest were simply stampeding, eager for their dose of infection.
Joanna suddenly felt that same stirring in herself, and realized she hadn't prevented herself from being affected by the wish.