Jeff's clothing vanished. "Whoa!"
Lyle laughed, "Well, this is an interesting start. Now what?"
"Uh, I don't know? It's not just my clothing that vanished. Everything's gone! My computer, my books, my-"
"Oh, ho! Dude, I found your bowl!" Lyle said picking up a dog bowl off the floor. He held so Jeff could see the name printed on the bowl. It said, "Jeff Dawg".
"Oh, no, I'm-" Jeff said, he suddenly felt something around his neck. He ran his finger around his neck, he now was wearing a dog collar and dog tag.
"Oooh, let's see whose dog you are?" Lyle said sprinting across the room to check out the dog tags.
"Hm, just says "Jeff Da-", but it looks like it's still being inscribed, "w" and "g" - "Jeff Dawg!"
"Yeah, well, woof, woof, woof?"
"Looks like you're in a hairy situation, Jeff. Your hands are all paw like. And your body's getting supper hairy. Wonder what kind of dog you are? Looks like changing species takes time, why you popping a boner?"
"Woof! Woof!"
"Trying to say I win, well, dogs don't have no $500 to pay with, do they?"
"Woof!"
"I'm betting you're my dog. And dog's love to lick peanut butter off things," Lyle said getting a jar of peanut butter out of the kitchen. He pulled down his shorts, and stuck his penis into the jar of peanut butter.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Jeff barked shaking his head. His ears were flopping as he shook his head. His long doggy tongue lolled out of his mouth.
"C'mon boy, lick up the peanut butter," coaxed Lyle with a grin.