It really only took you a moment to think over your options. This one, no matter how fascist the regime that was pulling the strings, was a plan worth joining. You could easily set yourself up as an alpha, and with a sudden influx of werewolf bitches into the local populace, you'd have your pick of mates.
"I'm in," you say, eliciting a smile from the doctor.
"Wonderful," she says, "Now, while the transfusion finishes up, I just have a few questions for you."
"Sure, go right ahead," you reply, feeling the sedative working its way out of your system, your mind fully clearing.
"You clearly do not need the moon to transform. Do you actually need anything to induce a transformation?" she asks, a pen at the ready to write your response.
"Just the ability to focus my mind," you reply, "I just picture myself changing, and usually a couple of seconds later, it happens."
"Interesting," she replied, "Have you always had this ability?"
"It's a learned talent, just like learning NOT to change shape," you replied, being fully truthful.
"You can resist the full moon?" the doctor asked, making notes quickly, "Surprising."
"Not entirely resist it. I mean, I can for a while, but it's the full moon. Every werewolf eventually gives in, but there's things you can do to hold off the change," you say, clarifying your point.
"Such as?" the doctor asked, flipping to a fresh page.
"Well, clothing helps. Not that you can go out on a healthy nature hike in moonlight, but you can hold on until you get to a safe spot. Staying indoors, obviously helps, but eventually, you get the urge to look out the window at the moon, and at that point...well, no werewolf can hold out long," you tell her, wondering if this is really the best idea, but not really caring. You're going to come out of this in a much better position than you'd ever dreamed.
"Does any other factor force you to change?" The doctor asked.
"Not really force, no...but make it very likely I'll change, sure," you tell her. "Intense sexual pleasure...not your average stuff. I've done plenty of girls who don't know my secret, but I've changed a couple of times from a blowjob. I'm sure females would be even more susceptible. Pheremones too," you continue, "Dog or wolf musk, both of those are almost surefire ways to get a werewolf to change. And then there's the chain reaction."
"Chain reaction?" the doctor asked.
"It's probably a holdover from the pack nature of the wolf," you explain. "Basically, it's like this- if you have three werewolves together, and they're all in human form, but one loses control, and starts to change, the other two will also lose control within a couple minutes. I figure it's because instinctively, on some primal level the werewolf side thinks there's a good reason to come out, like a threat, or maybe just a mate. Plus, since most female werewolves have particularly pleasureable changes, there's usually musk in the air."
"Females have pleasurable changes?" the doctor asked, glancing at the redhead who smiled back at her, "Interesting."
"The change feels good to all werewolves, but moreso to females, as they have more sensitive flesh in their tits and vaginas," you tell her, looking over at the redhead, smiling. "Most women say it's the best orgasm they ever had."
"You sure know a lot about female werewolves," the redhead says, staring at you intently.
"I've bitten a couple of girlfriends," you reply, "The ones who taught me that blowjobs make me change."
The doctor went to the redhead's bedside, disconnecting the equipment, and then to yours. "So, I'm free?" you ask.
"Not quite yet," the doctor replied. "I just need one more thing, for research purposes." She left the room, returning moments later with a small vial. She withdrew the stopper, pouring a small amount on the redhead, wiping a small amount under her nose.
You sniff the air intently, and detect the origin of the liquid, "Wolf musk," you say, seeing the redhead beginning to show signs of an impending change, and feel your own animal side stirring.
"Consider this a present for good behavior," the doctor said, walking out the door.