"Hey, Matt!" His dad Mike shouted, "when was the last time you showered? You sure smell ripe! I can smell you all the way in the living room!"
Matt looked at the Chronovac and winced. The package selected was turning his father into a dog- man's best friend. Dog smell was apparently the first change. He decided to go watch the show. He picked up his cell phone and slipped it to vid mode.
He entered the living room with the camera filming, and sat down kitty corner to his dad. His dad was squatting on the edge of the sofa with his hands between his feet watching the game. He raised his left foot and scratched behind his ear with his big toe. Then he put his foot down, and raised the remote in his right hand, and began adjusting the color menu.
"Damn, TV the colors all faded," he complained with his tongue hanging out.
"Maybe it's the satellite. News said sunspots," Matt commented. Silently, he noted dog vision is monochrome. He winced as he looked at the garish neon colors on the TV screen.
He looked at his dad, who was still mostly human. His ears seemed a bit too high on his skull, like they were migrating upward. His tongue was definitely longer and thinner, as it hung out of his mouth. He needed a shave too. His eyebrows were a mono brow and we're growing up his forehead. His dad had chest hair before, but it had been kind of wispy. Now it was a dense thatch.
The sound of the door opening startled Matt. It was his mother.
"I thought you had night shift, Mom?" Matt called trying to figure out how to explain what was happening to his dad.
"Well, I can hardly leave you alone for the night with your dog. I brought you dinner, and something for Mickey too. My mother will be here soon, so try to straighten up," his mother said from the other room, "tch, tch, Matt, you have to keep this collar on your dog. It's got his license tag on it."
She walked into the living room, and right up to Mike who looked like some sort of canine human hybrid. She fastened the collar around his neck.
"There that's better. Okay, Mickey, off the couch." She pushed him off and swept off the dog hairs with her hand.
"Have you taken Mickey for his walk yet, Matt?"
"Um?"
"I didn't think so. Go do it now, before mother gets here."
Mike was getting smaller, but Matt wasn't quite sure what breed Mike was changing into. His father's necktie had been draped over the sofa, it was now a leash. Matt snapped it to his doggodad's collar, and patted his thigh.
"Come boy, walkies."
His father's hands and feet were both on the floor as he trotted to the door, and sniffed and yelped.