Carrie's mouth twitched slightly, turning upward into the beginnings
of a smile for a second. "It's a dog whistle," she whispered.
The robed figure put the whistle to its mouth and blew. John heard
nothing, not that he was truly surprised. It was a dog whistle,
something that a human could never hear, at least not on a conscious
level.
The effect it had on the majority of the patrons still in the lobby
however, was profound. Carrie, along with most of the men and women
immediately trembled, their eyes suddenly showing that same whirling
pattern as when she'd been hypnotized.
Just like in a cartoon, they all theatrically covered their faces for
a moment, then pulled away their hands, revealing yellow, beastly eyes
and wide smiles displaying fangs. The sounds of stretching, complete
with the saturday morning sound effects began as men and women alike
began to stare in fascination at their own transformations.
Carrie was no different, John noticed. She stared as though
mesmerized, grinning all the while as her fingernails morphed into
talons, and fur raced along her arms.
All around, the werewolves changed, tails bursting through jeans and
shorts, or sticking out from under skirts and dresses, most coming out
with another cartoonish "pop" sound.
Just like in a cartoon, their clothing stayed largely intact, though
John noticed that Carrie at the very least had appeared to grow
slightly bustier. Small tears in the clothing of the werewolves was
apparent, but they hadn't gained truly significant mass or size. As
their faces stretched out into leathery muzzles, the werewolves howled
in unison, and all turned to stare, smiling wolfishly at the non-
werewolves in the building.
"Carrie?" John asked