Before you have time to fully contemplate your predicament your animal ears perk up, canine barking echoing close by. You turn towards the open door and wrap around the arch peeking out into the hall. You wait and listen, shaking you head and considering the noise just being in your head, until the barking sounds again. Out of instinct you suddenly leap back down to the floor on all fours, ears folded back and tail nestled close to your haunches, growling anxiously as you are unable to tell if you were being tricked. You start barking back, though you realize you are trying to catch the other creature's attention than scare it.
Nothing responds and you are left perplexed beginning to believe you really are going crazy, that your behavior and this odd hallucination are just part of your psychological breakdown. As you decide to hurry back to your room; however, the barking returns immediately staring down the hall.
The barking continues.
Despite the shade of distress from the unknown reason for your physical metamorphosis you begin yearning to meet this barking canine, it's calls playful than threatening. You tail wags eagerly behind panting excitedly as you start making your way down the hall and towards the source of the barking, unabashed by the thought of being caught naked and furry if anyone were to stop by suddenly.
Reaching the door to the backyard you discover a rambunctious mutt dashing around the yard chasing whatever it seems to be interested in. You are not certain how it got there but you simply watch for now enamored at its playfulness and zeal. You even feel compelled to join the dog in its merriment, your heart racing and tail furiously wagging as you long to embrace your canine nature fully. To chase and be chased, mingle and nuzzle, bark and howl together, enjoy their scent, to...
You come to your senses right before completing that thought, yet you feel your body betraying your shame. Your tail flags as you shudder and whine sticking your rump out slightly as renewed ache swells between your haunches. Your panting quickens as the urge starts to grow, the daydream from earlier flooding your mind remembering the fantastic elation of mating like a real dog; needing that red bone buried back inside and filling you with the promise of pups. But...what if that really happens? If you were to give into these desires could you run the risk of become pregnant with real pups? Could you live with yourself becoming the mother of puppies?
Then again; if you were to turn into a full fledged dog from all this, would it matter that strongly? You feel it don't you, your body growing hot and achy; your muscles tightening and your bones tugging. It's howling; your being wants to continue changing. The inhuman pleasure of being a dog, a simple animal of baser needs and thoughts, feels too good to ignore; being an animal would feel like a welcome respite from the stresses and anxieties of your human life. The ultimate release...the purest of freedoms.
You gaze out longingly through the window of your backyard door continuing to watch the jubilantly mutt continue to play, struggling to come to a decision. The next choice could potentially seal your fate.