Now the thing is
3 years earlier,when you'd been fifteen,you'd gone through your
'werewolf phase.
You'd really wanted to turn into a werewolf so you could experience the joys/or horror
of being a drooling beast of the night.
Having a rich uncle who owned a company that reconditioned state of the art
medical diagnostics and imaging equipment,
you'd convince Uncle Ralph to lend you some of the older
machines,telling him you'd suddenly found the light and wanted to be a scientist.
So after chanting the Armenian Werewolf Ritual and swinging the pot of bubbling herbs,you'd
put yourself under the machines to see
if there was any werewolf rearranging
going on.
Naturally 3 years ago you'd thought every twitch in a muscle or
a blurry line on a x ray was thestart of your tf.
It was of course,all in your head and no
howling furry beast of the night every came out of your basement laboratory.
This time however is different.
Even if your snout and receded forehead were just a trick of
your imagination,theres no way those 4 daggers of teeth
you're
now sporting could be anything but the
real McCoy.
So you go downstairs again,flip on various machines and see what they tell you