You were minding your own business, going to class as one would. Grim ditched you to run around with the first years so you were on your own. You're going through the greenhouse and find a stuffed wolf on the side walk. Poor guy... You pick him up and think to yourself that he looks like Jack but don't let that concern you, naming the wolf Jackie. You carry him around with you for the rest of the day, talk to him, kiss it because it's cute, hug it, make it 'play' and more on. When you got home you got ready for bed and snuggled with the wolf. Jack was dying inside. Why couldn't he just tell you that it was him?! Curse this stuffed body... You kissing him and holding him all day was... Scary. In a good way, yeah but still! Why couldn't you kiss him in his normal form?... Ah, quit thinking like that! When the twelve hours of this curse was up, it was the middle of the night. He was a beastman again and being cuddled by you. He just sat there, covering his face with his hand, his ears pinned down as he held onto his tail with his other hand to keep it from thumping against the mattress. He didn't want to wake you up with his tail wagging...