James didn't know what was really going on, but insofar, he had not been given much of a reason to care all that much. Sure he was maybe looking a little weird, and his dietary habits had definitely changed, but he was feeling good, and that was what mattered, right? So when James started pacing around his unit, left pleased by his little trash feast and displeased by the fact he actually saw a rodent, he ended up passing by his open bathroom. And as this happened, James wound up seeing himself in the mirror.
And at first it startled him - something in him reacting to his reflection as if he was looking at another person. But then he calmed down as he realized that it was just him after all. James breathed and leaned up against the wall briefly, "Whew, that was almost too close. Almost made too much noise again."
But then he really got to looking at his reflection.
James tilted his head as he realized something was very distinctly off about him. His hands looked kind of odd, as he raised one up. Still human looking, but the nails were longer, there was a bit more hair on the top, and his arms looked a deal hairier. Well, Jorge always said that a good meal put hair on your chest. So he guessed this last dumpster dive gave him such a good feast that he grew hair elsewhere as well. His face also looked...odd. It seemed to push a bit forward, and his jawline as it were and his mustache seemed united by some rather thick hair.
He looked in his mouth and saw what looked like some of his teeth were sharper than usual. Huh. Looked almost like... could this be...? He remembered the woman's statement from the carnival. He thought about what she said. Maybe this was something related to that? But he felt good, and as he took in the information he growled at his reflection, testing his voice. "Maybe...did she turn me into a werewolf or something?"
The idea, while mistaken in which exact breed of canid James was turning into, did explain a few things. He further rationalized it, "Wow, so she can really do this...? Well, if that is what this is, I love the sense of smell, the way I can really detect all these unique scents. And it doesn't feel bad at all. And if it is true, I can go out when I revert!" Taking for granted, that is, that he would revert.
James grunted and felt at his shirt, growling as he realized his shirt was feeling tight on him. Damn but this was uncomfortable. Well, he wasn't gonna be going out at any time today, at least until he got back to normal. So he shrugged and took off his shirt. And before long figured he might as well remove his pants too. Standing there in only a pair of boxer shorts, James breathed, "Much...MUCH better."
He regarded his lean build, and how good he felt. If only he could go run in the park or in some more forested area. That sounded like some fun. But he wouldn't be able to go out without people freaking out at the sight of him.
James tugged at his boxers, and mused with a lazy tilt of his head, "Why am I even wearing these...?"