"...New collar," Jenny said, standing up and patting her thigh for Chloe to follow. Chloe couldn't help but crawl along beside her new owner on her hands and knees, panting quietly, until the pair reached the pet store. It was slightly busy, which frustrated Jenny to no end. She had her laptop cradled in the crux of her elbow, and glancing around at the people in the store, she started to type into the Chronivac program.
With a press of a button and an unceremonious *poof*, a dozen or so shoppers were suddenly shrinking down into white mice that started to scatter. Save a pair of twin blonde coeds and another, older brunette that was most likely their mother, who were now staring with big, wide eyes in total confusion.
Jenny stepped up to the trio with a sick grin on her face. "Both of you, on your hands and knees. Start licking my boots clean, or I'll turn your mom into a donkey."
Dumbfounded, the twins looked between themselves and then back at Jenny, while their mother started to get irate.
"You're insane! I don't know what's going on, but there's no way I'm go-"
With a quick *pop* of reality, what had been the twins' mother was now a spiked leather collar.Jenny grins at Chloe, and then flashes a malignant, cheshire grin at the twins. "Chloe, how would you like a pair of ..."