The director does not hesitate to burst in, staring down his two actresses, now enveloped in bestial form. Blonde cheerleader Jennifer is a big hunk of ham whilst hardbodied Naomi is an actual big bad wolf.
"My, girls, what is this?!"
Naomi reacts first, yelping, "We can explain-"
"No need, of course! If you weren't happy with the costume design why didn't you say? For the main show I want you two to do up all the other girls like that. What was I thinking? Making you girls dress up in skimpy outfits for the pleasure of those lecherous old men in the audience. This is theatre! Good on you girls, now get back on stage and do me proud!"
With that, the director turns and ran back to the theatre, filled with a new-found enthusiasm. Jen and Naomi breath a sigh of relief.
"What do we do now?" Jen asks.
"We're going to have to go back on stage, aren't we?" Naomi laments.
"We can't go out looking like this!"
"We have to! He thinks we're wearing costumes. Look, let's just get the rest of this rehearsal out the way and then we can turn back to normal. Okay?"
"Fine," Jen concedes. She stands upright on her newly-formed trotters and waddles out into the corridor. As she leaves, Naomi takes a deep breath. "This should be fine," she thinks to herself. "We're just...really into character, right? Also, Jen looks really tasty."
Naomi's jaw falls, gobsmacked. "Did I just think that? I can't have- or maybe I did because she looks like she'd taste absolutely delicious, I'm going to gnaw on her ribs-"
"You coming?" Jen asks, peering round the door.
"Uh, sure!" Naomi replies, padding out after her friend. "Got to keep these canine urges at bay until I can change back..."