Frantically, you throw your weight into the door. It doesn't budge. "Dan, let me outta here! I'll do your homework for a year. I don't want to be a dog!" you plead with the bully outside.
"Too bad, you should have thought twice before stepping in my way, punk! Lets see how it feels to be 'man's best friend.' I bet we'll have a blast together.... playing fetch." Dan retorted from outside.
The machine was preparing to begin. On the screen a message appeared: "Clothes are not required for the animal filter. All clothing will be removed." Lasers shot out of the machine and aimed at your clothes. With swift precision, they sliced through your shirt, pants, underwear, socks, and shoes without leaving so much as a burn on your skin. The shredded clothes fell from your body, leaving you naked. You could see yourself through the monitor above the camera lens and you assumed that Dan and his friends were watching on the screen outside too, judging by the laughter coming through the door. "Nice birthday suit!" yelled Dan.
The machine was getting ready to apply paint; the sprayer arms swung out and started painting your feet white. The machine moved up your body methodically, painting your calves, legs, and thighs white on all sides. You shivered as the sprayer passed over your groin; it continued upward spraying your belly and back, and your arms and hands. As the sprayers reached your head, the screen read: "Please close your eyes and mouth and hold your breath for 15 seconds. As you closed your eyes, the sprayers covered your face, neck and hair in white paint. The blowers started up and dried the paint with a strong blast of air. Opening your eyes and looking at the screen you saw that your body was completely white. No area of skin was uncovered, but you didn't look like a dog.
"How is this supposed to make me look like a dog?" you ask.
"Just wait." said Dan. "After the second coat of paint, you'll not only look and feel like a dog, but you'll act like one too!"
"O, brother." you sighed. The sprayer arms emerged again; this time they started painting black spots on you feet, then on your legs as they worked up your body. The machine sprayed black spots all over your stomach, back, hands, arms, and neck. The sprayers moved to your face and gave you a cute black puppy nose, black lips, a pink painted tongue hanging out of your mouth, whiskers over your mouth and a big black spot over your right eye. It finished up by painting more black dots on your face, ears, and on your hair. The fans started up and dried the paint as you looked at yourself in the screen. You gasped, staring back at you was a dalmatian face; the machine had painted you head to toe as a dalmatian! Looking down, you realize you are still naked under the paint; as you wonder how you will face the world naked, the machine drops a piece of clothing in front of you. It is a white speedo with black spots, and a dog tail sewn on the back. "It's better than nothing," you grumble, putting it on. The machine isn't done yet; an arm extends from the ceiling, placing a headband with dog ears on your head. At the same time, another arm places a collar around your neck and fastens it. You reach for the collar, trying to unclip it, but somehow it has locked itself on. There is a small box attached to the collar, like the collars that work with an electric fence. "What is the collar for?" you yell.
"I think it'll be more fun to show you; smile for the camera!" Dan says. You look up and the camera flash goes off four times. Then the door opens and sunlight streams in. Dan and his friends are standing outside the door, laughing so hard they are having trouble standing up. You turn and squeeze into the corner of the both, facing away from the door.
"I'm not coming out to be laughed at. I hate you all!" you scream at them.
"If you won't come out voluntarily, I guess I'll have to persuade you." Dan says. Out of the corner of your eye you see him pointing a remote at you. Your collar suddenly emitted a loud BEEP and...