The Cure

“So like, it's a ‘magic bullet’ that totally solves like, everything?” The now-blonde woman takes a bit to look down at her new assets after the doctor's explanation.

“Not quite,” the doctor shrugs, “Female to male trans folks get some serious setbacks, it never reduces bust size, men become women, it undoes some voluntary things like tubal ligation (but not certain others, like pierced ears or certain tattoos)... basically, it fixes you up, yes, but it also makes you into a stereotypical Bimbo.”

“But like, the lycanthropy will totally be gone?” The freshly-minted bimbo smiles.

The doctor chooses his words carefully, “The curse will be gone…” he hesitates.

“But like, what?” Despite the sound of her voice, the lady isn't stupid, “what's like, the other shoe?”

“Okay, so…” the doctor licks his plump lips uncertainty, “...this is just conjecture at this point, but…”

“Like, spit it out,” Angela asserts.

“Okay… so, you fought your attacker off with a simple axe,” the doctor purses his lips, “it wasn't like, a silver axe or anything?” The doctor quietly curses his slip-up.

“Like, duh, just some steel, I was just totally chopping wood to like, blow off steam and junk?” She confirms, not quite putting things together yet.

Benjamin cringes, “Your wolf form is the size of a horse, has claws that cleave through armored vehicles like they're cardboard, is fast enough that professional news crews can't keep you in frame, and shrugs off machine gun fire. Does it sound like your attacker was anywhere close to your league?”

Angela considers that for several minutes before speaking, “So, like, I didn't get that from the scratches.”

“That would be my professional opinion,” Dr. Beaux confirms, “I suspect the lycanthropic infection… ‘woke up’, for lack of a better phrase... some latent super power and inflicted you with whatever madness he had… the madness should be gone with the actual lycanthropy, but the power will still be there, because it was always yours, and I doubt it has ‘gone back to sleep’ (so to speak), just because the trigger isn't there anymore.”

“So I'm like, still a monster?” The now-blonde woman's eyes get as big as saucers.

“Hardly,” Benjamin rolls his eyes, “there's no shortage of transformative heroes, and…”

“I LIKE, DON'T WANNA BE A MONSTER,” the woman screams, shifting into her wolf form, now with very light colored fur and blonde hair, but otherwise looking basically the same as her prior wolf form, exploding out of her robe, ripping the cotton to shreds. The woman then stretches forth her claws, bears her teeth, and growls at the doctor, getting just inches from his face.

Benjamin bops her hard on the nose with an open palm, points at the ground, and shouts, “SIT!”

The giant wolf woman recoils in shock, and lands on her well-padded rear end, her mouth closing reflexively as her eyes go wide, her legs landing wide as well, giving the doctor a clear view of a baby bakery that could host a five year old.

The doctor continues, “That's better. Now, as I was saying: You are not a monster. Think for a minute: Are you being controlled by rage?”

The wolf woman shakes her head from side to side.

“Can you understand me clearly?” Continues the man trapped in a woman's body.

The wolf nods slowly.

The doctor continues, “Do you feel out of control, like you want to bite me or anything?”

The giant woman again shakes her head from side to side, and begins to smile… which looks a little threatening, what with all the giant sharp teeth.

Doctor Benjamin Maddox Beaux knows better, however, “So you are clearly NOT a monster. You WERE sick, and that lead you to doing things you should not have done. But you are better now, and will behave accordingly, keeping the basic rules of civilization. Correct?”

The giant nude furry nods again, her tail starting to wag.

“Great,” the doctor takes a breath, not ready to admit how much it took out of him to stand his ground just then. “So, can you speak in this form?”

The giant wolf shrugs, causing her massive chest to ripple, and tries a few things… managing a bark, a growl, a howl, and something that sounds like a deep cough… but no intelligible speech.

“That's fine, we can work around that… sign language lessons, maybe…” Benjamin considers, “for now, can you write in the dirt with your claws?”

The oversized woman curls most of her clawed fingers into her palm, keeps one outstretched, and tries it, “It looks like I can, yes,” she scratches into the ground without difficulty.

“Great!” Dr. Beaux smiles, “Now try to turn back.”

The woman thinks… and thinks… closes her eyes… twists her head a few times… then her eyes snap open, a worried look staring down at the doctor despite the wolf woman still sitting down while the man is standing.

Benjamin shrugs, “Not entirely unexpected… you changed when you got upset. Maybe some breathing exercises to calm down?”

The woman nods, and the good doctor starts walking Angela through some of the exercises he himself uses to keep the mental side effects of his power under control: A Lotus pose (which is fully obscene on the nude giant wolf woman, as it puts her scaled up meatrod milker on full display); slow, deep breathing (which emphasizes the woman's huge bust); and some calming music (slow piano from the doctor's phone) while Benjamin talks her through it. After a good hour long session, the decent doctor is done droning on, and opens his eyes… to see a normal sized nude blonde basking in the sun before him.

The doctor smiles, not so far removed from his birth body mindset as to be indifferent to the view, but sufficiently professional as to not stare or comment on the matter, “Now take another breath, open your eyes, and look yourself over,” he concludes.

The woman looks in Benjamin's eyes, “Thank you. I like, totally mean that. But I'm afraid there's like a problem that I'm going to totally need some help solving….”