Dan walked out of the changing cubicle very awkwardly.
"Heyyyyy, mom." She just stared at Dan.
Dan had done a terrible job of clipping his hair. It was going this
way and that, and his whiskers were still noticable, if only a
little. "So, time to go home and eat, right?"
As they were driving in the car, Dan felt a pain in his finger tips.
As he inspected them, the skin ripped apart, revealing a set of
long, sharp claws. Dan tried to retract them, and they slowly
slid into his fingers, after which a flap of skin closed over them,
leaving just a small slit as proof of their existence. Dan played
with them a while, and when they reached home, he jumped
out of the car, and ran to the dinner table.