Sam yawned and plodded down to the kennel. "Hey, boy, Kurt says I gotta take you walkies.
Jared rolled over and crawled out on his hands and knees. Hands and knees? He was human? He was human again. He grabbed on to the side of the chain link cage, and pulled himself up. He seemed different. He looked down. It wasn't his body in the jockstrap. The skin tone was darker, and stockier, and his jockstrap bulge wasn't this big.
"Lemme out, Sam!" he blurted out.
Sam looked up and stared, "Kurt?" He looked back at the house, "Kurt!" He shook his head, "How did you get in there, Kurt. I just left you in the house, and you were dressed, and you told me to go walk the dog. Now you're naked in the dog kennel?"
Sam fumbled with the keys trying to find the right one for the padlock.
"What is it?" shouted Kurt from the kitchen porch.
"Huh? How come you're there and here, Kurt?" Sam asked in a terrified voice.
"I am here, not-- huh?"
"Open this cage now, Sam or I will pound you, "ordered the Jared Kurt.
"Don't touch that lock, Sam!" shouted the real Kurt.