Well...I mean...he can't really complain

Frankly, Derek was just happy to have a body again in general and to know that the incident he heard of about some other ghosts was not a hoax. Was it an absurdly sexy and shiny body that would definitely turn some heads, much to his embarrassment? Yes. Was it an impossibly light body that he'd have to be careful with, lest he get seriously put into potential danger of losing the body? Yes. Was he now of the opposite gender that he had been in life, and thus this was a very strange and surreal experience he wasn't sure that he'd ever get used to? Yes, yes, yes. However, another memory resurfaced that set his mind at ease and his fluttery, air shaped heart aflutter: his wife had always wanted one of these dogs as a pet but they sadly never could justify it with their financial situation. Once he got her to calm down, maybe she'll fall in love with his new self?

A smile crossed his muzzle, and he lightly felt up his big and inflated chest with his paw hands, being unable to deny enjoying the lovely sqrks and squeaks and other sounds made as he fully and physically took in the sensations through his new limbs. They felt as air filled and hollow as they looked, though somehow still satisfying, as it seemed the warm, slightly higher than average body temperature was condensed and thus created some push back, making his body feel more like a human's but just...better...really, considering all of the things Derek wouldn't be **** to have to do in this body. His mind went wild imagining his wife going absolutely crazy with his new form, and his blush intensified before he shook his head. That was enough of that, he needed to find his wife. He would go to their old home, and see if she was still there. He began towards where he considered his home, getting strange side glances from people. He decided to use somewhat stilted waves to some people and friendly looks.

He figured it'd be easier to just make people think this was merely a latex fursuit and that he was most likely a midget inside of it, as to dissuade people from questioning why his "fur suit" wasn't oversized like most. As long as people believed the movements were relatively close to each other, they would surely fill in the logic gaps themselves. He thanked the lord above that there was literally no wind whatsoever today, not even a breeze, just a cloudless day with static yet cool air, which felt nice on his body that seemed to attempt to simulate the feeling of actually having fur by the same supernatural forces that had allowed him to make this body in the first place. He was surprised to see the sign showing the street the house was on. Had he really been haunting so close to where he used to live, even though the Graveyard was so far away? He supposed it wasn't the craziest concept in the world, what with unfinished business and all, maybe he had subconsciously or supernaturally been drawn closer and closer to it all of this time. Things were different now though. Now he could actually do something more than just stare at people and feel sad. He wanted his life again, and he was sure he could have it if he tried hard enough and kept a cool head.