"Yes," Freddie rejoiced, but his excitement translated as a short bark of delight as the door swung open.
He was out of the house!
A gust of wind blew the door behind him closed. The door settled into the jambs with a thwack of finality. Freddie refused to let it bother him that he had most likely just exiled himself from his own home. His plan called for getting in touch with Michael, not returning inside his home.
His tail wagged behind him as he thought about Michael. He would have ambled out of his yard and to the sidewalk if not for the excited yipping that surprised him. Turning, he saw her. Ellie! The neighbor's friendly brown and white female Australian shepherd. He ambled over to the fence and, on the other side, Ellie turned and presented her hindquarters to him.
What happened next shocked Freddie out of his complacency. He saw Ellie turn away from him, and he wandered over to the fence and inhaled, rather deeply. The scent of Ellie almost struck him like a smack in the face. He produced a throaty whimper and pawed at the chainlink barrier separating them. He also felt his body twisting, turning, so Ellie could make her doggie "hello" with a sniff of Michael's own butt. He heard and felt her sniffing away back there, which caused more whimpering and another reaction.
"Oh!" Freddie thought with a surprised yelp as his canine dick, which had been safely stashed inside its fur-lined sheath, emerged.
With considerable effort, he made himself walk away from Ellie and the fence. What the hell? He'd never popped a boner for a girl. Why was he doing the canine equivalent for Ellie? He didn't know, but his body's reactions made getting into contact with Michael even more urgent.
"Sorry, girl," Freddie barked as he put some space between himself and the fence. "I think you're really barking up the wrong tree."
Ellie continued to race the length of the fence, desperate to find a way to escape the confines of her owners' backyard. Freddie felt fairly confident he didn't want that to happen. He turned, made it to the sidewalk, and turned in the direction he needed to take to Michael's house. Simply figuring out directions wasn't easy. The world looked bigger, different, and still reproduced itself in his eyes in a dull monotony of the various shades of gray.
Walking the pavement felt good beneath his new paw pads, but his dick had almost fully emerged from its sheath and swung awkwardly between his legs. He realized he had no clothes, but dogs don't wear clothes. Modesty, for a dog, was an alien concept. Not so much for the transformed teenager. He felt strange... he felt intensely horny. He had felt that way ever since he had smelled Ellie.
He picked up the pace, thinking it might be a good thing to reach Michael and figure out a way back into human form as soon as possible.