Kyle slowly backed away from his sister, falling backwards on the couch. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. How was this even possible? His sister was an Anthropomorphic Dog. This couldn't be real. Stuff like this didn't happen in real life. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He was awake, apparently.
"Everything okay Master?" whined Ally.
Oh Christ, she was calling him Master. That was, that was, ...His brain couldn't form complete sentences. This wasn't possible.
"Did I something wrong? I'm sorry, Master. Can I make it up somehow?"
The gravity of the situation finally hit Kyle. What if someone saw Ally like this? They would freak the hell out. Hell, he was freaking out, and he was the one who caused this. He had to hide this. He needed to hide this. What were the triggers again? Right, he knew them. He hoped they would work. What if they didn't work? No, that was ridiculous. Wasn't it ridiculous? Crap he didn't know.
Ally was starting to whine like a dog. A dog. That was it! He just had to make her a dog! No one would notice if he had a dog with him. Yeah, that was the best solution. Plus, a small part of his brain realized, it meant there were more opportunities to humiliate his sister.
"Okay, Ally, be a Good Dog."
No images struck Ally this time. She already knew what she was. In all of the images, in all of the scenes that played out in her head, she was there. Ally was the mutt eating kibble off the floor. Ally was the mongrel begging to go outside. Ally was the dog with a ball between her teeth. Ally was the bitch shaking of those stupid clothes. Ally was the pet that had a master that loved her. Ally was the animal. Ally was the dog.
The changes were rapid. Ally shrunk down to dog size, and lost all her ability to speak English. If you could understand her, you would know that not a trace of her human life remained in her mind. She was a dog in mind, body, and spirit. Ally was a German Shepherd, blissfully unaware of her previous life.
The dog known as Ally, walked up to her master legs. He started petting her, and that was all that mattered. Ally was the happiest bitch in the world, and nothing would change that.