You brush off such a ludicrous thought. Becoming the character or creature the award was for? Such a ridiculous notion. You look over the various trophies before selecting the one awarded to Rick Baker for the effects on American Werewolf in London. It was one of your all time favorite movies and if you were going to own a replica Oscar award, that would be a good one to have. You felt an odd tingle work it's way through your body as you looked over it. It certainly looked like the real thing. You look it over, hoping to see a price but there is nothing marked. You walk over to the counter, which is currently empty, and look around for a sales person. You don't see anyone.
"Hello?" you call out to the empty store. A few moments later an old man, a bit on the short side, but clean shaven with snowy white hair comes out of the back. He is grinning from ear to ear as he walks behind the counter.
"Ah, an excellent choice my friend." He examines the statue and then looks up at you, his smile turning slightly mischievous. "Excellent choice, indeed. That will be $20."
"That's it? For that? That's a great deal." You pull out your wallet and hand him a crisp $20 bill. He rings up the sale and wraps up the Oscar statue in tissue paper and then deposits it in a brown paper bag with the store logo emblazoned on the sides.
"And beware the moon," said the shopkeeper as he handed you your purchase.
"Cute," you let out a small laugh as you take the purchase.
As you walk out of the mall, you return to your car giddy with excitement about your new purchase. You place the purchase in your backseat and make the short drive home. You notice it's starting to get dark and flip on your headlights. Once you arrive back home, you take off your jacket and walk into the living room, setting the bag down on the coffee table. You pull out the statue and unwrap it, placing it on the table. You've always wanted to hold one of these and now you are. You know it's only a replica, but it looks real enough. You set it down on the table and look at it admiringly when you feel a sudden jolt of pain, followed by another. You try to shake it off, thinking that was odd when suddenly you begin to feel warm, really warm. The warmth increases until it's unbearable, like you're...you're burning up.
You stand up suddenly and begin peeling off your clothes, tossing them aside. You keep telling yourself it's not real, it can't be real. You begin to feel an intense cramping pain in your right hand and raise it up, shocked to see the dark hairs growing on your previously hairless arm as your right hand begins to stretch out and reform. You stare at your transforming hand, aghast and barely able to make a noise. The agonizing transformation continues as you drop to your knees. The same thought of this can't be happening kept going through your head until you noticed the rapidly growing fur. Your left hand stretched and reformed as well to match the other hand and your palms looked more like paw pads. You fall forward, landing on your hands, trying to overcome the excruciating pain as your body continues to reform and change. This is really happening. You're becoming a werewolf. Just like in the movie. You'd seen the movie enough times to wonder what going through something like that would be like and now you know.
"No...please...stop..." you plead to no one in particular, except perhaps for the person who laid this oddly cinematic curse on you. But yet, there was a part of you that didn't want it to stop. Part of you that relished that chance to finally let the beast out. Perhaps that scared you as much as the horrifying, yet oddly exciting transformation your body was going through.
Then it dawns on you that the werewolf you is going to want to get out of the house. You spy the nearby patio door. It takes every effort but you manage to shuffle over to it and undo the lock and nudge the door open a crack before the transformation intensifies. Your back muscles grown and reform and you cry out again. You can feel searing pain in your mouth as your teeth slowly grow out into fangs. You feel your fingernails split open as thick, sharp claws grow out. You can feel your feel stretching and growing out into hind legs. You begin to feel an excruciating pain in your head, like the worst migraine ever. You look up at the statue you bought and know your first instinct was right. You cry out one last time as your face pushes out into a snout and reform. You feel your ears grow to points as the transformation completes, leaving what was once a young man and transformed him into a four legged monstrous werewolf. You feel the simple instincts of the beast take over. Get out. Hunt. Feed. You pad over to the patio door and push it open with your snout and then walk out into the cool night air.