Mike was amazed to see Jake's fur receding, except for a few longer strands where a human would have body hair. At the same time, Mike looked down and could see short black fur sprouting out of almost every square inch of his skin.
* Wow, this is happening! He's going to be a human, I'm going to be HIS dog! *
Mike decided he'd better take off his clothes while he still had the hands, and so he laid them all on the floor. He looked over at Jake again and saw the dogs bare paws had flat nails which looked freakish on a hairless canine. Mike looked at his hands and marveled at the thick, comma-shaped claws that were sprouting there.
* I could be dangerous with these! Not that I would, though--I'll have to be a good dog for Jake and not get him into any lawsuits until we change back. *
Mike still wasn't thinking about the likely outcome in which he was sealing his fate forever. A floppy, broad, flat tongue tumbled out of his mouth and he began to pant.
* Whoa, how does Jake keep this thing under control? Well, I guess he doesn't, the big slobbery goofball, hehe. *
Mikes nose turned black and glistened, and he sniffed the air.
* Whoa, I can smell everything in here! *
He leaned down onto all fours and sniffed his clothes. Cool! He could smell his old human scent! It smelled oily and salty, like his old human sweat. He could also smell some of that scent starting to waft over from Jake. It was strange to see Jake standing up for the first time; he was towering over Mike the way Mike had always towered over Jake! He was flexing the lengthening front toes on his forepaws. Mike felt his stance on the ground get softer and sturdier as his paw pads grew in.
Mike was amazed to see his old self standing in front of him, stretching and walking over to where Mike had been sniffing the clothes. Jake talked to himself in Mike's voice.
"Why are my clothes on the floor? And why am I wearing Mike's collar?" He took the collar off, crouched down to eye level with his dog, and fastened it around Mike's neck. "Here ya go, boy." He patted the pit bull on the head gently.
Mike was thrilled that he was already getting attention from his new master. He felt a new part of his body still swinging vigorously even as Jake got up and started getting dressed. He turned around and saw a pointy black appendage flailing from one side to another with reckless abandon.
* Cool! I'm wagging my tail! Well, Jake's tail, but it's mine now! *
His ears perked up at the sound of clinking metal and he looked up at Jake. He was holding a leash.
"Wanna go walkies, boy?"
Mike barked and wagged his tail again and gleefully let Jake clip the leash onto his collar. Being a dog was going to be so much fun!