... her backyard, sleeping in a doghouse for some reason. She could feel the air on her naked body and tensed up. She looked around the inside of this doghouse and noticed a few odd details. The walls were covered in pink wallpaper with white flowers on it like her bedroom used to have when she was like five. There was a poster for a pop idol group that seemed to consist of anthropomorphic dogs and cats hanging to her left. The doggie bed she woke up on was lavish and luxurious despite the smell of wet dog, and it had her name embroidered on it. Besides that, there wasn’t much she could gather from staying in this place. She had to get out of there and look around the backyard.
As Jenny crawled out of the doghouse, she tried to stand up on her legs, but found herself falling back on all fours right away. Bewildered, she tried standing up again, only to land on all fours again. Panicked now, she tried one more time to no avail. It dawned on her that her body was now quadrupedal, and walking on two legs was impossible for her now. To her relief, her hands were still working normally, with opposable thumbs and dexterous fingers.
“What happened to me?” she tried to ask aloud to herself, only for it to come out as a series of dog noises. She clutched her mouth as soon as she registered what noises she’d made. “Hello? What? Why am I barking? Why can’t I stop barking?!” Try as she might, instead of words all she could do was bark and whine like a dog. She had to find a mirror or something, and fast. She trotted across the yard on all fours towards the sliding glass door, surprised at how natural it felt to walk like this. When she saw her reflection, everything seemed to stop all at once.
She was woman shaped at least, but by all accounts her proportions were somewhat ridiculous. She noticed that her arms and legs were roughly the same length and that her feet were on their toes. Her butt was a disproportionately fat bubble that jiggled and clapped at the slightest movement. She had round, perky boobs that were big enough to reach her elbows, complete with fat nipples. Her blonde hair was tied into pigtails meant to mimic long dog ears, and her lips were now a fat, pink, doughnut shaped pillow. The only thing she wore was a pink collar that had her name tag on it.
“I look... like a slut,” Jennifer whined, “Kyle, wherever you are, whatever you did to me, I swear I will find you.