"Because maybe I'll get lucky," Isaac says, heading for the door Scott had pointed to, opening it and striding through only to find that no, he's still a girl, he's still in bad-fitting clothes, and he's still trying not to go beet red thinking Scott is staring at him. He gets it, this is weird, he understands, but it's not like he can control any of this.

Nothing. The door does nothing.

Isaac makes a face and sags back against the wall, feeling kind of out of options and a little sick to the stomach at having to dig out girl clothes again. "This sucks," he complains. "I have the worst control of my wolf when I'm like this," he admits, but maybe now that his alpha is around (whichever one that is, lately) will help this time.