Shit. Wearing a sports bra sounds like a nightmare, but it probably beats being strangled by one, or worse, having to eat nothing but dog food for the rest my unnatural life. I focused my thoughts on the feeling of my furry face against the woman's chest. I imagined my consciousness flying out of my little skull and then up into hers, but my spirit didn't move as readily as it did before. I winced twice and tried to force myself out of the dog's body with no luck. Luckily, on my third try, I dug as deep inside myself as I could manage and finally pushed through.
I heard a loud snapping sound as my new human senses popped into place. Everything felt wrong. I could feel the warm feeling of a dog against my chest, but the feeling was... further away from me than it should be. My body shouldn't extend out that far, but clearly, it did. And worse, every inch of my body was drenched in sweat. The specifics of my new curves weren't exactly clear to me, but some of my body's sweat was clearly pulling in places that simply shouldn't be a part of my body. Folds that clearly folded the wrong way.
"HENRY!" I yelled, with a woman's voice. "Get back here!" Even my voice is wrong.
"Uh, what? Are you alright ma'am?" Henry said as he slowly turned around, confused.
"You're just going to abandon me as a dog? I leave your body and you don't think for a minute to investigate what happened to me?"
"Woah, that's you? That's so weird!"
"Shut up! You left me as a dog and this was the only body in physical contact with me." I took a step towards Henry and immediately regretted my decision. As my foot hit the ground, I felt a heavy weight pull me forward. It felt like I had thrown a heavy sack over my shoulder. "Fuck, kid. Really?"
I reached up and felt my hands stop several inches before I wanted them to. I wasn't just a woman, I was a busty woman. At least I was tall and by the look of my clothes, probably rich. "I think I'm some kind of athletic, young, trophy wife. If not, I should be."