A strange feeling spreads itself over your entire body, making you feel numb and itchy like when a limb has gone to sleep from holding it in the same position too long. It starts around your neck, but you were unaware of it until now as your happiness was much stronger then this feeling. And you realize that your happiness was masking this new feeling and making it unnoticeable until now.
You look down at your body and see that it still looks almost completely human. But somehow you know that your body isn’t going to stay that way for very long. A fact that strangely enough doesn’t worry you one bit though.
Small, fawn-colored hairs start to push out from the back of your hands and mingle with the hair that is already there. And as you lift your hand closer to your face, you see that your fingers are growing stubby and becoming tipped with short, blunt running claws. You also see calluses forming at the tips of your stubby fingers and on the palm of your hand. And you feel the stirrings of a conflict within your mind. One part of you, the part of you that is very much human is a bit worried and it tries to tell you that there’s something really wrong about all this. But the newest part of you knows exactly what’s happening to you, and it is pleased something is going to happen so that you can go on your walk with your new friend. Still with half-hearted strokes, you try to brush off the fur on one of your hands with the help of your other hand.
The lady in front of you tilts her head slightly.
“You don’t like what you see, my friend?” She asks you. “I think you’re starting to look more ruggedly handsome and I think you should try to get use to it. As you will be experiencing a lot of changes quite soon, my shaggy friend.”
From underneath long, bushy eyebrows, you meet her eyes for a moment before you’re distracted once more. A pressure has begun to work on your chest. The pressure feels like two hands are pressing on the sides of your ribs making your chest broader and deeper. Then you feel another pressure exerting itself on your spine. It feels like someone is trying to stretch you and make you longer. You whine a bit and then watch the kennel lady come up to you. She grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you down into a squatting position until your hands are resting on the ground between your legs. The part of you that’s still human tries desperately to figure out what’s wrong, while the other part tries to reassure you that this is normal way for you to sit.
You slide your tongue out of your mouth twice and touch and lick your cold nose and whiskers. Without you noticing it, your tongue stretches itself a bit more to reach your nose. But you’re too busy looking at your hands to take notice. They’re now almost covered by a layer of thick, fawn-colored fur that is almost shaggy in texture. You can see and feel the bones in your hands shrink some more and move into new positions. Your fingers are now stubby and inflexible. Your thumbs are pulled away from your fingers by the narrowing of your palms. You give the kennel lady a questioning look from underneath bushy eyebrows and look at the expression on her face, trying to figure out how you should be reacting to this. She smiles and caresses your furry cheek with the palm of her hand. Without thinking, you push your elongating furry face into her hand, sniff it and then lick. You suddenly get a good view of your nose.
"That’s a good boy, you’re doing just nicely. A few more changes and you’ll be ready for your walk with me."
She caresses both of your bearded, furry cheeks and then she moves her hands past them to gently grab onto your ears. She starts to pull at them gently, stretching them and moving them higher up your head. When she lets go of them, you feel that your ears are now bigger and covered with a copious layer of shaggy fur. At the same time that is happening to you, something between your legs is starting to feel uncomfortable. And whatever it is, it feels like it’s being squashed by your pants. You look over shaggy fur-covered shoulder at your hindquarters and let out another whine of discomfort.
"Stand." Your friend, the kennel lady, tells you.
You quickly turn to look back at her. But you can barely see her smile as something fawn-colored begins to grow over your eyes.
"Stand." Your friend tells you again.
You slowly get up on your feet with more difficulty than you thought it would be. Your tongue slides out once more to lick your nose, only this time it slides right between your split upper lip instead of over it.
"Let’s get you out of those uncomfortable shoes and pants"
She comes up to you and allows you to lean your body against hers for support. She then starts to unbutton your jeans and loosen your belt. You watch with interest as her hands pull down your pants
Your legs like your arms are now covered by the same shaggy fawn-colored fur. And just as your pants come down, the squashed feeling goes away much to your relief. You feel happiness once more and then you feel something brushing against your shaggy buttocks. As you look back once more over your whither, you see something wagging as it grows out from underneath your underwear. The fur on it is the same color as the fur growing all over your body. For a moment you watch it, but soon you come to quick realization that what you are seeing is your tail. Your mind goes blank with confusion as your underwear is pushed off by your shaggy body by your growing tail. You slow down the wagging of your new limb. Your mind then explodes with the greater realization that your new friend has done something to you. She’s changing you into a large, shaggy French Briard! What are you going to do?