The costume party is a great hit. You hate to admit it, but you got wasted along with everyone else. You recall that there were a lot of costume based dares going on last night. You've got a vivid memory of doing Jack doggy style in fact, though he also got his turn. You've also got a foggy memory of winning some sort of contest last night.
You've just woken up on your bed, with Jack next to you. Someone must have driven you home last night. You find that you're still wearing your wolf costume as well. Jack's just now started to wake up too.
"Uh... My head..." mutters Jack as he shakes the cob webs.
"Morning sleepy head." You say while rubbing your own hung over head.
"Man, I can't believe how much fun we had last night," says Jack.
"Uh... yeah..." you mutter, remind yourself that you are, or at least used to be straight.
Now you decide it's time to get out of your costume. You reach behind your neck and try and find the zipper, but only find fur. Tugging at it you feel as if you're really pulling on your hair. Looking over at Jack you see he's discovered the same thing.
"Jack! What's wrong with the costume!" you shout.
"I don't know!" Jack grows back.
"What should we do?" you ask him.