Jared began to shake with fear. Not at being seen by anyone standing outside the bathroom, eagerly staring at the wooden door as if that would somehow make it disappear. No, Jared was in fear of missing out one of the greatest aspects of being Cassie’s dog. He felt betrayed. What harm was it to anyone if Cassie let him come into the bathroom with him?
He just wanted to watch, that was all! Sure, some may have called that perverted. Immoral. A violation of trust. Selfish. Disrespectful. Or even downright immoral. But it wouldn’t be anything beyond that, Jared reasoned. Besides, as he had already decided, he was no longer bound to the petty morals of humans. He was a dog now. A very perverted dog, but a dog nonetheless.
Jared, in a last ditch effort, began clawing at the door softly, not wanting to upset the Hendersons, but also not wanting his unhappiness to go unnoticed. He went about this for a half-minute or so, and then gave up. Jared lowered his head, and was about to head downstairs again, somewhat content with having seen Cassie in her underwear, when he heard the door open.
Looking up, Jared almost passed out.
Cassie stood before him, wearing a smile and literally nothing else. No bra, no panties, no towel. Water droplets slid down her smooth figure, as her golden blonde hair hung downwards, wet from the shower. Jared didn’t know if he was hallucinating, didn’t know where he wanted to look at the most, and most certainly didn’t care what would now happen to him. For Jared, this was the perfect moment that all his time spent as a dog had lead up to.
Cassie chuckled. “Oh, okay, Shaggy. I heard you scratching. If you really want to come in that bad, then you can. No harm in it, right?”
Jared let out a scream of internal joy that would have shattered glass.