Chad laughed, so his bro's frat was behind this prank. Well, he could play along. He fastened the collar with the Delta Omicron Gamma logo on the tag, along with his name. Instantly his thumbs stopped working and started to push backwards into his palms migrating up to his wrists. His feet convulsed as they changed similarly. Coarse dog hair sprouted all over his body. He lay on his back watching his cock and balls vanish into a furry sheath attached to his now furry belly. His ears perked up as they migrated up the side of his head. He could hear the water running in the pipes, and the suddenly loud hum of the sauna heater, and there were footsteps approaching the sauna. His secret admirer? His growing tail forced him to roll over and get up on all fours. He seemed to be a relatively big dog. But he wasn't sure what breed. He growled as the footsteps came closer. But the lights seemed to dim, and the wood bench below his paws seemed to dissolve or soften. The lights came back up, and the smells, and noises and room had changed. He was no longer in the sauna. He was standing on a mattress in what appeared to be a basement. There were two bowls, one with dog food and one with water. Chad tried to leap off the mattress, but discovered a leash was now attached to his collar.
"Arf! Arf!" barked Chad.
Where was he? Where was everyone? He smelled young males. Not as many as in the sauna, but still quite a few, and they were different from the ones at the school.
"Quiet, Spike!" shouted a voice from upstairs. "I'll take you walkies soon, just hold it boy!"