Hairy Prognosis: Fantasy

The prognosis was--hairy. She groaned and slumped back in the doctor’s chair. "I'm going to have to spend a fortune on electrolysis!" The doctor paused. "You do realize it's more than just a little bit of hair?" he asked tentatively. "Oh, yes, ravening beast, howling at the moon, thirsting for the blood of innocents--or is that just the male werewolves? Just like men anyway. But the hairiness--*that* will affect my social life no end!" The doctor cleared his throat. "The hair is part of the transformation. I doubt, ah, electrolysis--" She sat upright. "You mean it goes away again--all of it--the rest of the time?" "Well, yes--." "Smashing!"

Inspiration: Mom's going in for her prognosis today. And I wanted something more lighthearted, for obvious reasons.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: This is entertaining. Might work as a short.