I'll give you that it's not boring but maybe that's what we need around here: a little boring. It would be much easier to make sure the rules were being followed.

[There's a puff of smoke and Bigby transforms back, leaving him named beneath the tree. He picks up his discarded clothes and starts to redress himself. He sighs when he realizes that he was going to have to walk back shoeless. At least his cigarettes were still in his front pocket. He taps one out and lights it, breathing deeply.]

At least it didn't last too long this time. Hopefully no one noticed.