I had an idea. It was always some weird kind of fantasy. Ah, but this ring could make fantasy reality. 8 naked women and my mother, all sitting talking about women's issues. I quickly decided that I would not involve my mother in anything I might do. I wished that no matter what changes I was about to make, all the women would go on as normal, like nothing was wrong.
This was going to be good. I wished that all of the naked woman would start slowly turning into were-cats. Basically I meant half humans, half cats.
I moved away from the discussion enought that they wouldn't pay any attention to me, but so I could see what was going to happen. "Well," Mrs. Flemington said, not noticing that a set of whiskers were growing out of her face, "I think that there are some issues we need to take more seriously." Absent-mindedly she licked the backside of her hand.
"I agree," said sharp-toothed Mrs. Sheridan. "We need to start paying more attention to local politics." She quickly sat up from her seat so that her new tail could grow out into the open. Ms. Gabrielli and Mrs. Priven did the same thing.
My mother said, "I don't know about local politics being such a big deal." I phased out what she said, but was thrilled to see that she didn't notice anything happening to her friends.
She went on for a minute before Mrs. Janson interrupted and said, "Emma, do you think I could get some milk?"
My mother looked confused, but said, "Uh, sure. Just a sec."
"Oh, me too," Mrs. Vranch said, as her pubic hair started to grow up her belly, forming fur. Soon all of the other ladies asked for milk. But Mrs. Janson made a strange request. "And bring a little bowl, too." The other women echoed that request. Before my mother could really get confused, I wished that she would think it was their normal behavior. She shook her head and said, "I'll be back in a minute."
Now I had an opportunity to really observe my work. The women continued to talk with each other as they became more catty. They all had long tails that were slightly swaying back and forth. Most of them had coats of fur growing all over their bodies. Their changes were about half completed.
While I heard my mother pouring milk in the kitchen, I saw all of the women's ears growing pointed and moving to the tops of their heads. Their noses turned pink and color and pushed out slightly from their faces, forming small catlike muzzles. The fur grew in fully over all of them, covering even their faces. Their nails reformed into claws on both their feet and hands. The final change came when two extra pairs of nipples appeared under their breasts. They didn't grow into breasts, merely small teats. I looked closely at their eyes and saw that their eyeballs had become narrow slits. The color was a form of yellow for every woman.
My mother reentered the room carrying a tray with 8 small bowls of milk. She was greeted with the sight of her 8 friends all catwomen, but she thought nothing of it. She placed the tray on the already crowded coffee table, and all of the women crawled onto their hands and knees and lapped up the liquid. My mother waited for them to finish before trying to continue the meeting. I wondered what else I could do.