Your hands slowly shift into very sleek paws, thin enough to shake off the cuffs, and you start running. Within a short time, you're back in the city and walk past the park on the way to your nearby home. While taking care not to be seen in your current form, you decide you must hurry because your steps are already leaving clawed pawprints, and your tail has grown a bit. Carefully making use of every bit of cover you can find, you eventually manage to arrive at your apartment and quickly slip inside, making sure every last bit of your tail is inside before you slam the door shut. Your features have once again developed just like last night: full white fur, ears, muzzle, everything. You figure it's best to get some rest for now, you're dead tired after all this. You shut any remaining windows through which you may be seen, and go to bed, automatically curling up into a somewhat more beastly position on top of the sheets. You try to sleep, but in your current form your heart is beating rapidly and every noise, from the rustling of the bushes outside to the faint sound of the neighbor's cat is making your ears perk straight up with alarm. In order to ease yourself a bit, you skip over to the fridge, open it with one of your clawed pawhands and munch on whatever seems appealing. Eventually you manage to get some sleep, but not much before dawn comes, and in the afternoon you wake up as a human.
While you are undoubtedly safe here, living in your current state is unbearable if it means being kept awake by every little sound, not to mention not being able to go out at night anymore. As much as you hate to do this, it seems eventually you'll have to return to the mansion to get the curse lifted. Besides, if you stay here too long the new urban nightlife might find you...