"C'mon Billy," Jen called. You followed her into her bedroom. "Stay here, I'll be right back!" she said. Jen walked across the hall to her brother's room. Digging through his closet, she found a pair of athletic shorts that looked about Billy's size. She brought the shorts back to her room, and closed the door. "Here, I'll leave these nearby for when you wake up," she said, placing them on the dresser. She sat down on the bed.
"Hop up, Billy," she said, patting the bottom of the bed. It's time to go to sleep. You deserve a peaceful night's sleep after what that mean old clown, Danny did to you. Oh yes you do!" she said, as if talking to a puppy. "No, I can't talk to you that way. You are still a boy, you just don't look like a boy anymore. That's why I left the collar set to keep you in the mind of a dog. With everything that happened today, I thought you had been tortured enough, and well, because you thought you were a dog, you couldn't be embarrassed by everyone laughing at your transformation. I felt it was kinder that way; ignorance is bliss."
Jen walked over to her dresser and pulled out her PJ's; they were a onesie printed to look like a big pink kitty-kat, complete with feet and a hood. You watched as Jen started to undress and then stopped. "It feels weird taking my clothes off with you in my room," she told you. "I keep forgetting that you're not exactly yourself. As a dog, you won't care if I'm naked. I guess I can just wipe your memory if you do remember." She removed her shirt, pants, bra, and panties; then she slipped into the pink kitty onesie. "See, you're a doggy and I'm now a kitty! Now it's time to go to sleep; you'll have to face reality soon enough," Jen said, pulling a fuzzy purple blanket over you where you lay, curled up at the bottom of the bed. She crawled under the covers. "Nighty-night!" As you drifted off to sleep, doggy thoughts filled your head, you new owner, Jen, car rides, rolling around in a big grassy meadow, playing fetch. All the things that dogs love.
Jen reached for the remote. "I think you've been forced to feel like a dog for long enough today," she whispered. Maybe we should set the slate clean, just in case you do remember what you just saw." She pointed the remote at you and pushed the blue button, wiping your memory. All the humiliation of yesterday, gone, as well as the dog mind-control. "We'll figure this out in the morning. Good night!"