Carr tugged on her skirt again, until she had her back to the pile of clothes. He trotted around her, and began to shift.
Molly could probably hear some fairly gruesome sounds, considering how close she was. Shifting back was never the most pleasant feeling, as bones shifted and cracked back into place, tendons and muscles pulling tight around broader shoulders, a more lengthy frame. He whimpered quietly, the only outward sign of pain as his body tore itself apart and put itself back together again.
Still trembling, coated in sweat and grime, Carr pulled on his jeans with clumsy fingers.
"You can turn around now, love," he rasped, voice hoarse. He shrugged on his shirt, but couldn't quite manage the buttons; there was a part of his brain still convinced he should have paws right now.