Your head, still befuddled from your descent into a new babyhood in a new body in a seemingly implausible race, twists to the curtain that serves as the door to the changing room.
Immediately, a new face thrusts itself into the area. The face belongs to a fur of the canine persuasion and likely an akita if such names could be attributed to the creature.
"I heard it! It is-" He calls out as he scans the area, breaking off when he spots you staring perplexed at him. "Finished." He concludes in soft and pleased tone, his muzzle forming a gentle appreciative smile and his eyes gazing into yours.
In face of this added uncertainty, you yelp in what sounds a fair mixture of animalistic whining and human shrieking and feel a modest wet patch accumulate between your legs. You've wet your diaper. Luckily, the silken material acts as a powerful absorbant and you are only slightly bothered.
As you spin over into a reclined, seating position after your shock, the yellow spot is noticed by the akita.
He cuts his gaze, "Oh no, darling you've peed yourself. I'm so sorry, but I'd never hurt you."
He steps into the room with you dressed in a casual attire, a purple T-shirt and denim pants. His tail wags as he bends over you with is arms outstretched.
You begin to inch backwards, unsure of what this dog wants, why he looks so human, and why he seems to want you.
"Where are you goin' ya rascal?" he chuckles and moves closer until he plucks you up under the armpits and, in spite of your wiggling, nestles you in his warm embrace.
You look at the ground and how far away it seems. And fidget more.
The akita rocks you soothingly, "Baby, its alright. Son I'm right here." He strokes your fur affectionately and begins to lick your cheek. Somehow, you are comforted and your tension disappears in the midst of an attentive grooming.
"That's better," he praises, patting you on your back and pulling you closer. "Daddy will change you in a second, but I have some business first."