Greg sighed.
He wondered if it was possible for bears to sigh. They couldn't talk, so did the sigh come from his bear side or what was left of his human sighed.
Suddenly, he felt very drained, or perhaps deflated. His muscles shrank, his fat fizzled, his fur moulted. Everything pulled itself back inside and he was suddenly very cold.
He looked down at his hands and was surprised to find them his own once again. He patted his chest, his hair, his legs. They were back the way they were.
He stood up, finding it easy to cross the room and enter the bathroom.
Inspecting the mirror, it was definitely him once again. He breathed a sigh of relief. The spell had worn off.
Hadn't it?