The polar bear rug remembered being laid on and being walked on. It liked being used for a purpose. It was at peace.
It remembers when one couple made love on it for 8 hours and got lube, chocolate, and wine on it. The rug was put in the wash which cleaned it perfectly. It was clean again, and its fur was bright white again. It liked being cleaned, and it liked being an it. Time went by without its notice.
Someone came for it though one day. They rolled it up and carried it away. It stayed rolled up for a long time until it was unrolled in a glass chamber and then there was a blue light.
Paul was laying on the floor arms and legs splayed and mouth wide open. He closed his mouth and got up shakily. It felt weird to him to one to think of himself a he instead as an it and that he was standing rather than laying. Also he was naked and for the first time as a human he didn't care. Normally he would be self conscious.
A man in a lab coat came over with a wheel chair. "Mr. Wilson, welcome back to your original form. Please sit down in the chair, and I will take you to post change." said the man and then helped Paul walk to the chair and sit. The man then wheeled Mike away to a room with Mike sitting in a chair himself with eyes wide open like it was while he was a moose head. Which made Paul realize he had his mouth open again.
"Hello Love!" said Paul as he wheeled his chair to Mike and both kissed with great passion.
"How are you?" asked Mike.
"I am okay but feel a little off. How are you?" responded Paul.
"Same."
"You will most likely feel that way for up to a month as you mind comes to terms with your new reality. We want you two to stay here for about an hour before you can get a car home. Clothes will be provided once you are ready." said the man and then he left.
The two sat around and began to discuss their experience. They both remarked on who zen it was to be an it. Not to care and to have a purpose.
"I want to be an it again." said Paul. "Not permanently but for maybe a week. Maybe something for you or the apartment."
Mike looked at him for a little bit with wide eyes and then said, "I understand. I like being an it for a time, but I wouldn't want to do it again for a while. I want to be human for awhile again. Do you mind if I pick this time for you, but you can say no."
"Yes. I want to be something for you. A gift." said Paul excitedly.
"Okay would you mind becoming a..."