He'd just have to hope nothing else happened.
After getting through the first two classes of the day, Jared began to feel less anxious. He saw no more signs of unwelcome doggie parts or of that weird chap calling himself Wepwawet.
Then, in his Honors Placement English, things changed.
Mr. Ferrier droned on about the author Jack London's story, "The Call of the Wild."
"It's a tale of survival and a return to primitivism," Mr. Ferrier said in his typical monotone delivery. Nevertheless, something stirred in Jared's blood the more Ferrier spoke of terms like primitive, survival of the fittest, alpha dogs, and more. "London gave us a story where the strong, the shrewd, and the cunning shall prevail when life is bestial," Mr. Ferrier said.
Jared felt his dick slide from its furry sheath. "Oh god," he thought. "I don't want a boner right here in class!"
He tried to shut his ears, but now Mr. Ferrier was describing one of the fight scenes when the dog, Buck, reverts to his wild nature and fights another dog.
Jared felt something else... an itching at his ears. He reached up to scratch and felt fur. "Oh no!" Jared thought. "I'm changing right here in class!"
He sprang from his seat so fast he upset some of his books, which fell to the floor. He stooped to gather the books. "Mr. Ferrier, may I please be... Woof... excused?"
Did he just woof at the teacher?
Mr. Ferrier gave him an odd look. "Yes, Mr. Webster," he frowned. "I think that might be a good idea."
Jared fled the classroom. He felt a pounding in his head. He couldn't shake all of Ferrier's description of wild Alaskan sled dogs and wolves and the call of the wild.
He ducked into the nearest restroom, which fortunately was empty. He glanced into the mirror over one of the sinks.
He yelped in surprise to see his ears had become long, floppy and fur-covered.
"No, no, please, no..." Jared begged.
He remained upright on two legs even as his face changed. His nose darkened and his face elongated into a snout.
"Noooo....woof.... woof..."
He held up hands rapidly changing into paws.
He tried to unbutton his shirt with clumsy fingers becoming toes.
A thick white fur spread over his chest, his shoulders, his back, and farther down, below the image reflected in the mirror.
"Please stop!" Jared pleaded mentally as he began to produce throaty whines and growls.
His unnatural bipedal stance became too uncomfortable to maintain by the time he slipped out of his shirt. He dropped onto all fours with his underwear and pants still covering his back legs and hindquarters.
"What am I going to do now?"
He crawled on the tiles to try to wiggle free of the uncomfortable clothes.
The door opened with no warning and two freshmen walked into the restroom and reacted with understandable surprise.
"How did a dog get in here?" Jared heard one of them ask.
He lunged toward them and tried to explain. "Woof! Woof! Bark! Bark!"
"No," he wailed to hear his "You have to help me!" plea reduced to a dog's barking.
With the shocked teenagers still holding open the door, he surged past them, leaving his pants behind. Unfortunately, his boxer-briefs remained around his dubious sheepdog waist.
He hadn't gotten far at all when the bell rang to signal a class change. The sound was so loud, so awful, that Jared could only slump on the hallway floor and howl from pain.
A circle of students soon surrounded the dog wearing a pair of underwear. The arrival of the school's vice principal put a stop to the gaggle of onlookers. "Get on to class," Mr. Tetrick groused. "Never seen a dog before?"
Tetrick grabbed a handful of scruff around Jared's neck. "I don't know who is responsible for this prank, but we can't have dogs running through the hallway."
Jared twisted and squirmed until Tetrick spoke in his authoritative voice. "Bad boy! Be still!"
Jared found his dog's instincts kicking into gear as he whimpered and meekly submitted.