The official perm had set, and Jake was now a full-time werewolf, which brought more inconvenience than he'd ever imagined. His new, unwieldy form meant everyday activities were a challenge: door frames bore the brunt of his size, and baths were an ordeal, his fur turning into a soggy, smelly mess. Cooped up in his room, Jake lay there, hoping the condition would somehow reverse itself. That was until you entered, undeterred by his growls and self-pity. "Don't look at me. I'm hideous!" he protested.