The haze turns out to be a semi-thick layer of smoke hanging around a ceiling. Your eyes come back into focus and you realize you're lying on something soft, staring straight up at a ceiling full of dim light. Your view goes foggy and blurry. You blink again, and everything comes back into focus. Your head hurts. You put a hand up to it and feel something... soft? You feel two things swivel on the top of your head... and that's where you're apparently hearing things.
You lift you head up and see you're lying face up on a bed with dark green sheets. Next to the bed, on either side, are two tables with a lamp on each, both of them on. A TV stands in a cabinet on the wall across from you. You look to your left and see a small hallway with a door on the end. The door is open and light it spilling out of it. It's a bathroom. You look to your left and see a door on the far left of the wall. Farther to the right is a small table with two chairs. Behind the table is a large window outfitted with blinds, which are half open and cast shadow bars all over the room. The view outside the window is of a dark sky lined with neon signs and tall buildings. You look over at the table... and almost gasp in shock at who... or what is sitting in the chair next to it.
It's a anthro bull terrier with all white fur. It's only about four feet tall, but the chair's not that tall anyway... in fact, everything in this motel room (that where you realize you are) seems a little... short. The terrier's wearing a black lingerie bra and panties, with a hole cut in the back of it for it's tail. It's paw-like hand is gripped around a cell phone, which is held up to it's ear. You quickly stop moving, pretending to be asleep, and listen to what it's saying.
It's voice is feminine and young sounding, exactly like one you'd hear on a young college student. It sounds extremely exasperated. "Listen, Ash, this is a really bad time to call. I'm in the middle of a hookup! Yeah, it's great and all that Sammy learned how to read, and I know you got another on the way, but at least wait until morning to tell me all this. Tell ya what. Call in the morning and you can tell me all about what's going on in your life. My hottie's waiting for me. Okay. Okay. Great. Love ya, sis. Bye." She puts the phone back on the table and her muzzle curls back into a smile-like expression. "Sorry, that was my sister Ashley. Now..." she says, creeping over to the bed, climbing on it, getting on her paws and knees, crawling forward until she's positioned over you. "...where were we?"
"Uh... um..." you stammer. You look down at you body under hers... and gasp. You're two feet shorter than you were before Keith pushed the button. Your chest... in fact, your entire front half is covered in thick white fur. Your legs are short and slightly dog-shaped, and your feet are small and stubby, paw-like but flat, which means you can walk on two feet. You're wearing black boxers, which hides your... privates from your view. You whip your head to the right and look at your arm, which is human shaped but covered with half-white and half-black fur. Your hands are short but moveable, and they end in black claws. Your left arm is the same way. You feel something stiff and hard under the butt of your boxers, and look down and see about two inches of a thick black tail coming out from underneath them middle part of them.
You look up at your apparent hookup. Despite the bra, she has no breasts. But you can see the nipples through it. You feel something stiff down in your boxers and you see a definitive bulge forming down there. Your tail is squirming, as if it's trying to flick around in...ecstasy. "Wait. Wait. Hold it." You say, feeling hazy from all the information you've just taken in. The terrier frowns and gets off you, but sits on her knees on the bed beside you. "What's the matter, Blair?" she asks, sounding concerned but a little annoyed at the same time. "Uh... I'll be right back..." you say, jumping off the bed. You look down and, despite your paw-like feet, you can still walk and run like a human. You look back and see a hole cut in your boxers for your tail, which is hanging limply down. The terrier gives you a puzzled expression as your race into the bathroom and shut the door.
You look in the mirror above the sink. You have the head of a husky, with ice blue eyes, pointed ears at the top, a muzzle with a jet-black, wet looking nose, and your face covered in white fur but around your face and ears black fur. There's a blue collar around your neck, but no tags. You look down your back and see jet-black fur there. It continues about halfway down your legs until it turns white. The same can be said about your arms. The fur on your front side is white, except for the sides of your stomach and chest, where it is black. Your arms and legs are rather muscular, as is your chest and stomach, with your abs and pecs muscular too. You feel the room sway, but grip the side of the sink with your paws and try talking. "Hello. My name is Blair." You say. It sounds exactly like your regular voice.
You look on the bathroom floor and see two pairs of short jeans and a short skirt. You also see three shirts lying next to the pants. Keith's Pink Floyd shirt looks exactly like it did at the rest stop, only smaller. The rumpled blue polo must be yours. And the red tank top must be the terrier's. You pick up your jeans and fish in the pocket for your wallet. You pull it out and take out your driver's license. BLAIR WEST (your name), it reads. BREED: HUSKY. AGE: 22. TUSCON, ARIZONA. D.O.B: MAY 31st, 1994. EXP: MAY 31st, 2018. Your picture is of the husky you saw in the mirror, only it (you?) was smiling. Also in your pocket is a crumpled up paper, which unfolded reveals: 'Nicole: Call me!' And a phone number.
It appears you have become part of this new reality Keith has created, except you remember your human life.
"Hurry up!" Nicole yells from the other side of the door. "I want a little alone time with you before Keith comes back with the beer!" You sit on the lip of the tub, tail falling into it, and ponder what you should do.