Damon really did have to go, but that wasn't the main reason he wanted privacy. He felt something abnormal against the back of his pants, he already had some idea of what it might be, and he decided he had to know for sure. Carefully lowing his pants, the very first thing he did was gulp and look behind him.
"Oh no," he said, noticing the short coil of flesh hanging out from the top of his butt crack. He reached out and held it, looking down at it past the end of his long, flat-ended snout that dominated part of his field of view. "I really am going to be a pig," he mouthed nervously before letting go of the appendage and watching it start to wiggle about.
When he was done in the restroom, he pulled his pants up over his new tail and adjusted them as best he could. He couldn't hide the snout, but at least he might be able to keep this under wraps. He hurried out the door, the unsettling feeling in his pants urging him onward to help his friends go find the witch.
"Took ya long enough," said Chris with his hooves out in front of them and his long donkey ears swiveling around.
"I still say it's not fair that you didn't change," said John with his furry arms and twitching sheep ears.
"Yeah, well, maybe there's hope yet," fibbed Damon, encouraging the others that they should all just go, apologize, return what they could, and hope that their animal parts would be gone before much longer.