"There, there, calm yourself, what I do, as what happens to you, it all is over short-haste," the Doctor said, he taking to petting your head.
"Stop that, I'm not your pet dog!
I don't want to die!
Let me go, I won't tell, besides who would believe such a tale, like now?" You recallin as having asked.
The Doc smiles down at you his captive, "As first, you're not going to die. At least not soon, as after you are so properly made to change of species, you shall live at least twenty-five years or more.
Secondly, you are not become anything similar to being a dog. I plan a two phase transformation of your body, while leaving a great deal of you mind, your mentality as intact.
Indeed, the laws regarding animal and human research what they are, I found a market for those who through science, become for me as a monetary product, with a near to unlimited market clamoring to get whatever I produce.
The unhappy occasional mishap caused by the fears felt during the physical transforming phase, makes it then necessary to euthanized the partial or rarely a wholly transitioned animal, due to a broken limb, leg, or various serious injuries.
The scientific industry has needs as well for animals used in drug testing, as human subject have rights, and after exposed to rarer drugs, what they become is something much less than human.
The FDA would never approve my work, so by becoming firstly an animal, the approval is easy, and it allows me to sell a subject as then a product, to the general public.
So I'm going to turn you into...