The worst part about life in the apartment was the boredom.
It may have been a big apartment but it got small real quick. Charlie seemed to cope pretty well, he'd interest himself in some book or other.
This wasn't quite Greg's thing, so he'd taken to doing things just to do something.
And today, he decided to have a bath.
With very little difficulty, he filled up the tub with warm water. It was harder to switch the flow off and he almost overflowed the bath. But he managed.
He lowered himself in and delighted in how good it felt. It was far too warm, what with his fur, but bears love the water. He felt he could lay there for hours.
He tried to masturbate. It was only type of sex he was likely to get, unless he found a willing she-bear, which was unlikely. And it was never quite as easy as it was when he was a human. But he needed something to stop himself from going mad.
Just to amuse himself, he tried to use the shampoo. He couldn't unscrew the lid so he bit it off and applied the fluid liberally. Reading the bottle, he looked forward to a glossy and sleek coat.
But then something felt odd. The shampoo seemed to be seeping into his skin.
He began to panic, scratching at his fur only to have clumps of it come out in his paws. What was in that shampoo! His fur was falling out. He could already see large patches of bare skin.
But wait...
Underneath, it wasn't himself. Or maybe it was...
He jumped out of the bath, surprisingly able to stand. And there, in the mirror, his human reflection.
He touched his face, his chest, his cock. All of it, back the way it was. What was in that shampoo.
"Charlie!"
He dashed out the bathroom, completely naked, and ran into Charlie's bedroom.
Charlie was laid on his bed, struggling to keep a book open with his hooves.
"Look at me!"
Charlie looked up and gasped.
"What happened?"
"It was the shampoo! There was something in it that cured me!"
Charlie scrambled up and bound across the bed.
"This is amazing!"
"Yeah, I-"
Charlie noticed it too. Thick fur was sprouting across Greg's chest.
"What!?"
His body pushed itself outward yet again. His face fell back into it's old muzzle. His hands back into the old paws.
Within moments, he was the same old bear again.
"You must have caught it from me again," Charlie realized.
"I guess so..." Greg agreed, "But if we use it and keep away from infected people, we'd stay as we are"
"And if everybody got covered in shampoo, we'd all be cured!"