"Hang on, we'll get you changed back," you said to your girlfriend, trudging up the secluded path you'd taken earlier to that weird shop...the one that was only advertised by those cryptic wooden signs, that she'd insisted might be a fun adventure to visit. It had turned out to be an adventure, alright...one bath with that body wash she'd bought and she came out whimpering, looking like this. She was practically nonverbal, and couldn't or wouldn't get dressed, so here you were, dragging your nude wolf girlfriend along by the hand (paw), blushing but determined to return her to normal.
Then her hand slipped out of yours, and you turned to see what was wrong...there she was, staring at you, a hazy look of lust in her eyes, drooling...drooling over you...
You don't have time for what she seems to want...or do you?