"Like, five minutes?" Isaac guesses, the frustration feeling like it's way more than that. He hooks a hand into his jeans and shifts them. Everything still fits pretty well because it's not like Isaac had been big or bulky before, but he's a woman and he's shorter.

He digs into himself to pull out the wolf, breathing deeply. When he lifts his head, his eyes glow amber and his teeth are elongated, but the claws aren't out and his face is fairly hairless. It feels good to relinquish control, even this much, and he runs his fingertips over his fangs before he slips back to his human self, feeling some of the panic ease back.

"Okay, so, that part's still there. You sure you can't fix this?"