Drake and Kady arrive at Kady's apartment after their first date. Immediately her thoughts go to finding Precious, the Yorkie that is Drake's animal persona:
“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”
That’d work too. I entered the sweet scented place under laid by essence of dog, noticeable only to shape shifters. She called after the little guy.
“Leave him be,” I said. “He had a long day supervising me.”
“No, I should find him.” She headed in the direction of her room.
“May I use the bathroom?” I shouted after her, turning toward the guest bath before she answered. Inside I started the vent fan to cover any noise I made, left the door slightly ajar, and stripped, emerging as Precious. I bumped the door closed, but not latched, and trotted toward Kady’s increasingly desperate voice calling after me.
“Oh, baby, my precious baby,” she gushed with happy relief. After a pause, she shouted in the direction of the closed bathroom door. “I found him, Drake.” At the absence of response, she shrugged, returning attention to the small canine face looking up from the floor.
Waiting until she went to use the main bathroom, I morphed back to Drake, redressed, and flushed the toilet, returning to the living room.
“I thought you may have fallen in,” she remarked at my arrival.