The selection was made. An hour glass appeared. Taking your hand off the controller, you flex it while you wait. Your hand muscles seem really tight. You realize that your tongue is hanging out while you pant waiting for the game to load your new dog character.
Your shoulders narrow as your chest contracts. Your shirt and pants drop to your knees, as they give out and you drop to all fours. Long yellow hairs blanket your body, your hands and feet tighten and reshape into paws. You look up at the game controller and whimper. A young man walks over and says, "Cool the new CYOT Game!" He looks down at the golden retriever you have become, and snickers.
"Man, you should really read the instructions before playing! Ha ha, well I prefer anthro avatars myself, you can thank me later," he says to you.
Your ears perk up.
He accesses another pop up screen. He begins typing.
You shake sluffing off the last of your clothing and find your hind legs strengthening. You stand up. Your gold furred chest broadens, and your forepaws spread apart and grow back into fingers--albeit black clawed fingers. Your throat tightens, and instinctively you raise your hand to your neck and feel a metal studded collar. A dog tag hangs from your neck. You glare angrily at the young man who is now a head shorter than your now super muscular body.
You glance over his shoulder and read to your horror on the pop up window before it closes:
"Avatar Sexual Preference: GAY, Avatar Obedience/Loyalty Factor: 10 out of 10..." Suddenly, you feel an unnatural bond to the young man who turns to grin up into your snarling countenance.
"Down, boy," he says. Instantly, you drop to the ground panting up at your master. He pats your head. You catch his scent as his crotch brushes your snout. His scent dominates you, a red penis emerges from your hairy shealth.
He notices, and smiles.
"There'll be time for that later. First, I'd better save the game."