Isaac leans forward and grabs the clothes, pressing them against the towel and closing the door to the bathroom before he starts the awkward process of dressing. He's trying his best to do this with his eyes closed because there is something so, so weird about ogling your own girl parts. He also knows that skirting the edge of control means the wolf might make an appearance and he really doesn't want to end up losing more clothes.

He doesn't put much thought into dressing. Underwear, bra, jeans, t-shirt and soon the towel is working over the curls of his hair, which are still as wild as ever when wet -- just longer, now. He opens the creaking bathroom door again, tentatively, and steps out. "I got bit by a werewolf in a graveyard, a lizard controlled by my childhood friend killed my father," Isaac narrates in disbelief, shaking his head, "and I still find it super weird that the biggest issue in my life right now is my brain being unable to cope with being a werewolf and a teenage girl at the same time."

It's like he can have claws or breasts, but not both.