Brenda got up & left her room naked. She headed downstairs to the dining room where her parents were eating breakfast. She sat at her usual spot at the table & a her hands painfully crunched once becoming paw-like. Her dad rolled up his newspaper & smacked her over the head yelling "Bad Dog! On the floor!" "What the fuck dad?!" Brenda yelled confused & mad getting up. "Ferals aren't allowed at the table. And sense you are becoming one..." her dad told her. Brenda said "Oh." understanding. "And you're going to a pet shop after you finish becoming feral. You will be sold as a pet to someone who has no idea you were ever anthro." her dad informed her. Brenda looked to her mom who said sadly "Dad said No Ferals." "You want to be a Feral damnation so you will have to deal with the consequences." her dad told her. Brenda thought about this & smiled replying "Thank you dad." Her dad was a surprised by his daughter's reaction to this news. "So where's my breakfast?" Brenda asked curious. Her mom left & poured a bag of dog food into a silver metal bowl. She returned & handed it to Brenda. "Also no more anthro food for you Brenda. Only feral food for you from now on." her dog informed her.