Just as she was pondering, the doorbell rang. It rang twice fast and once slow. Mike, she sighed. Boy Scout ex-boyfriend who was in to Morse Code. Dot-Dot-Dash for the letter U, as in you know who.
She sighed again, and forced a smile. She really needed a dog. She opened the door, and there was Mike with a hang dog expression and his puppy dog eyes.
"Maggie?" he asked uncertain of her response.
"You've come to pay back the $100 you borrowed?" she asked.
Mike rolled his eyes, and said, "I wish! I just lost my job last week and Freddy through me out today. I need a place to crash, just until I get back on my feet. I'll pay you back as soon as I'm able, maybe I can do some work around your home? Need plumbing repaired? I'm pretty good at that. And-"
Maggie's mind was racing, she asked, "Mike, are you serious about doing anything?"
"Well, I didn't say anything, but sure, why not?" he said with a shrug. If it meant shagging Maggie for a warm bed, he could get it up.
"Fine, now come in," she said, and spun around heading back to her computer. The ad did say any breed or sex, didn't it?
Mike disappeared back around the corner, and returned with two suitcases, a duffel bag, and a box. He set them in the entry.
"Oh, your stuff. Just leave it there. I've got a shot at a model/acting job, and you might be perfect for it. Take your shirt off."
Maggie sat down with the computer between her and Mike, re-read the ad, and opened the Chronivac.
He stood there shirtless. Maggie bit her lip, he didn't have a six pack, but he wasn't fat. He was a bit hairy, but he'd be a lot hairier.
"Lose your shoes, socks, and jeans."
"Okay, uh, what kind of job is this? I, mean, it's not a porno?" Mike said uncertainly.
Maggie snorted. "No, no, it's - no one will be looking at your dick. It's just a -food commercial."
"Then why no clothes?"
His data stats were autopopulating the screen. Species, gender, height, weight, etc.
She answered, "I believe it's going to be outside, possibly by a pool or near the beach. Not certain, but want to cover my bases."
"Oh, okay," he said as he removed his jeans.
She changed the species from Homo Sapiens to Canis familiaris. A prompt appeared to select breed. It noted if no breed was selected it would select the most similar to the subject's DNA. Hm, that might be interesting.
Mike stacked his clothing on a chair, and turned and did a body builder pose with flexed biceps.
Maggie smiled, and hit execute.
Mike froze, and whimpered. He felt odd. His skin itched all over. He felt his underwear tenting behind him, it was like he was growing a tail.
"I set the duration as indefinite, but I can change it to permanent or change you back depending on how you perform Mike. Did I mention the commercial is for dog food? The Chronivac says that the subject will be immobilized during species transformation, and it will take about an hour. So I'm going to run to the store to get you a collar, leash, dog bowls, and dog food. Don't go anywhere."
She laughed, grabbed her purse, and left.