"I wish the two of you were werewolves," I said, then waited. Nothing happened, beyond Ms. Parks continuing her
oral pleasuring of her strawberry blonde roommate. I realized a moment later why, even as I got harder from the
louder moans coming from Jenny as Ms. Parks' practiced tongue continued to work on her soaked slit.
In my fantasies, the werewolves could control their changes during the daytime. It wasn't dark out yet, so there
was no moon to contend with. Sure, they were werewolves NOW, but they just hadn't shifted. It was at that point
that I got another idea.
"I wish you'd follow my commands, whether or not you consciously notice me," I said. Of course, there was no
response from the ladies. "I wish you would follow them, regardless of the consequences of your actions, and
without question, to the best of your abilities."
Again, there was no acknowledgement, but I still hadn't wished to be noticed. I smiled, pulling myself out of my
jeans, tired of the constraints of my denim. "Both of you, shift!" I said firmly, making sure to say it loud
enough for them to hear.