She seemed sincere. Perhaps her time spent as a poodle had taught her a lesson. Still, I hadn't forgot about her trying to take my wishing ring. She couldn't, of
course, since I had already wished that no one could remove it, but she didn't know that.
"Please!" Dr. Von Hauser repeated. "I won't tell anyone about this. I promise. Please don't turn me back into a dog!"
I wasn't planning to change her into a dog again. She was too attractive as a human. Dr. Von Hauser was nicely voluptuous. That combined with the accent in her
voice had caused me to have more that one fantasy during our sessions. The tight curly "poodle" hair was a big change from her usual hair in a bun, but I liked the
new look. With a lot of different ideas running through my head, I needed a chance to think.
"I know you won't tell anyone," I finally said. "You're right. No one would believe this. And I know you wouldn't want to end up mated with Pierre. Tell you what,
Dr. Von.... tell you what, Greta. I need to think about this for a while. I wish for you to fall asleep until I wake you."
Before she could even react, her eyes closed and her body slumped. I caught her and moved her to the couch, after taking a few moments to enjoy the fact that I
was holding her naked body in my arms. Once she was stretched out and sleeping peacefully, I pulled up the chair she usually used for sessions and sat down.
Now I could think about this at my leasure. I looked at her beautiful nude form--and after a moment of hesitation--I rubbed my hand over one of her smooth legs. I
had the wishing ring. I could make her mine if I wanted to, but was it the right thing to do? Ironically, I realized I could use a psychologist right about now.