Chad felt warm all over as the alcohol hit his empty stomach, and his bloodstream. He started panting. He thought it was strange that he felt so hot but wasn't sweating.
Rick grabbed Chad by his shoulder, squeezing and shaking him.
"Good choice, Chad. I got a dog running at the dog track next week, and you're it."
"The pink shot turns me into a dog?" Chad asked. "What would the other shots have changed me into?"
"All the shots would have turned you into a greyhound, the green one would have turned you into a black greyhound, white shot turns drinker into a white greyhound, but life's a bitch, and pink shot is turning you into a bitch dog," Rick said squeezing Chad tighter.
Chad realized that he was now over a head shorter than Rick, and he was shrinking. The rubberized shorts had dropped to ankles. The rubberized pink shirt was shrinking with Chad. It had been so tight and odd fitting before, now Chad realized it was a racing dog's vest. His skin itched, it was covered with fine blonde short fur. He felt his growing tail slap his butt cheeks. He looked down at his crotch, his penis and testicles were rapidly shrinking into his body. They were smaller than his kid brother's were when his mother brought Eddie home from the hospital when Chad was 5. He looked around. The color was draining from the room, and the smells around him were growing ridiculously intense. The whole time, Rick held on to Chad. Rick was on one knee now, Chad was on all fours staring down his new snout at many of his laughing and cheering teammates.
"There's a good b-girl Chad, you make a beautiful bitch. Swimming season is over, so I don't need a Speedo. When I don't need you as a bitch dog, well, then you can be human again. Or you can remain a dog or become a Speedo again, it'll be your choice. But first you have to win at the dog track."
Chad whimpered. Rick fastened a collar and leash around Chad's neck. Chad felt wet between his thighs, she was in heat.
Bruno asked, "Since she's a she, you can't call her Chad. How about Candy?"
"The dog's already registered at the track as "Hanging Chad", h-she just needs the ear tattoo and photos. I purposely filled out the entry form with the x between the male and female boxes," Rick explained, "Now let's get her crated, and party on!"
As Bruno helped to guide a resistant animal into the large crate, he whispered, "Wasn't being a Speedo better? When the time comes choose Speedo, I'll take good care of you. Choose dog and you'll probably end up in the pound. As for being human, do you really think Rick will leave you that way?"
As Bruno walked off into the cacophonous party he asked Rick, "I think she's in heat. Are you going to breed Chad - er, Hanging Chad?"
Chad's ears perked up. His sense of hearing was much more acute. He could hear them if he focused now through the noise, when he was human, he wouldn't have heard a word.
"Yeah, I'll probably breed her once, but not before the race. Don't want her carrying any extra weight. If she chooses to stay a dog, I'll probably sell her to a puppy farm."
"Hope she chooses Speedo, I really want to wear Chad," replied Bruno.
The two laughed and downed a couple of beers. Wasn't there anyone who cared about Chad?