You decide to put on the black leather collar for several reasons. One, because you just want to know what it would feel like against your skin and around your throat. And two because wearing it would certainly surprise your somewhat conservative friend, Josh. As you slide the collar around your neck with both hands, you can’t help but wonder how he is going to react when he shows up and sees it there. You smile as you click the two ends of the collar together.
And when you do so, you feel two things. One is a sense of pleasure of knowing that you belong to someone, that you are their friend and are willing to do anything for that friend for some warm love and affection. The other being a warm, prickly itch that seems to suffuse your whole entire body. You smile and then without really thinking about it, you stick your tongue out of your mouth and just to begin pant contentedly like a dog. The sight and sound of yourself panting much to your surprise doesn’t even bother you. Its just natural. Just as natural as your tongue flicking back and forth as it begins to grow longer and flatter, and slips in and out from a cleft in your upper lip. Your teeth grow sharper and pointy. And your nose begins to swell and darken along with lips. Whiskers grow around nose and upper lip. And you can feel your forehead sloping back sharply over your eyes as first one ear and then the other drops to the side of your head. Just feeling these changes happening to your head feels natural and makes you want to look at yourself in a mirror.
Spying a mirror in the corner of the garage, you walk over to it while still feeling the changes happening to you in a pleasurable way. You kick off your shoes in the first two steps of walking over to the mirror. You then step on your socks to get them off of your feet. You walk a couple of more steps before you notice that you are walking on the tips of your toes. No, not on the tips of your toes, but on a pair of hind paws tipped with blunt running claws and paw pads. You also notice that a fine layer of black hairs have started to grow all over your feet. Your pants at that moment decide to give you the slip by literally falling off of your legs. And upon doing so, show that your fur-covered legs have grown shorter, more dog-like. The sight you makes you smile and pant contentedly even though no one’s around, and though you can’t see your nose and mouth now, so covered are they by a thick, shaggy beard and mustache of black fur. But the happiness that you feel at what you are seeing is enough to make another part of your body express that happiness. You twist your body around and look down at your narrow hips to see something pushing your underwear down.
With a tug of one now paw-like hand, you pull and then drop your underwear to the floor. Your panting quickens at the sight of a docked tail wagging happily back and forth. Then you are surprised once more when your mouth and nose finally push outward into a shaggy, fur-covered muzzle. Looking past your new muzzle, you once again eye the mirror. You know deep down inside as to what you are becoming, but just the same, you want to see yourself.
Once again without really thinking about it, you just drop down to all fours. Your T-shirt just sloughs off your shaggy body as you try walking on all fours. Your first few steps feel awkward to you, but soon you close the distance at a steady trot. All the while panting contentedly and wagging your tail with glee. Your thoughts taken up by new found instincts of what you are becoming. A devoted canine eager to become someone’s pet dog and to live a comfortable life being owned by someone else. For a brief moment as you stand before the mirror, you remember your dear friend Josh. You know that Josh likes large, shaggy dogs. He really loves them and you know that he would want someone like you to be his shaggy friend.
You look into the mirror as the changes happening to your body begin to slow down and come to an end. And what you see pleases you very much. For standing on all fours before the mirror is a large, shaggy dog. What breed of dog you are, doesn’t matter much to you anymore. Just the fact that you are a dog matters. You smile and pant contentedly.
Just then you hear someone or something approaching the garage. You turn around and...