"Oooh, aaah!" the audience vocalized, watching black and white hairs sprout from Monica's skin. Soon she was covered in a rich black coat with white patches on her feet, arms and chest. The fur on her legs and arms was short; the fur on her torso was not. She patted herself down tentatively, before running her fingers through the fur, staring at her body in awe.
"Isn't the lovely lady even more beautiful, folks?" Madame Illusia rhetorically inquired of her audience members. They cheered and whistled. Monica felt her ears move at the sound; they were heavier and more mobile than before.
* Do I have dog ears now? * she thought curiously. Reaching up to feel them confirmed that she did: they were wide and pointed, but a lot flatter and bendier than Max's. Even if it was his change that revealed or inspired her own desire to become a dog, it was clear that she wasn't becoming the same kind of dog he was.
"Such a graceful creature shouldn't need to strain her back and her hind-limbs with the force of her full weight like we do," said the Madame. "She should join her lover with four sturdy limbs on the ground, steadying her posture and powering her to speeds that even humanity's top athletes can't match."
Monica looked to her stiffening hands and found them losing their former shape and range of motion before her eyes. Short claws replaced her fingernails, while nascent paw pads promised better traction than the shoes she had been wearing. She realized that her hands were truly going to be an extra pair of feet now. She would walk on them. She would not drive, type, text, write or hold hands with her boyfriend ever again. She might "shake hands" with a human, of course, but only as a pet trick, if they wanted her to perform one.
Monica hoped that she was making the right decision. It all seemed so spontaneous. In less than fifteen minutes, she'd gone from contemplating married life with Damon to starting her new canine life with Max. There was something liberating in the idea of both of them giving up their human responsibilities to become naked domestic beasts, but they were giving up a lot number of rights and privileges, too. She really hoped indulging in their shared fantasy was going to be worth the actual costs.
"Well, are you ready to try them out?" asked the Madame with a bright smile, watching Monica stare at her new front paws with a distracted look on her face. Monica, mustering a bit of friendly showmanship within herself, barked cheerfully and lowered herself to the floor. Her (original) legs and feet started feeling strange, and soon her rearward half was balanced balls of her feet, which were sprouting pads of their own. She felt like she was two years old again, being this close to the ground surrounded by people who could walk and talk. No wonder Damon had been fantasizing about this! He always was almost a kid at heart. That's part of why she'd found him so endearing.
A sudden twitch at the top of her naked furry ass then had her perking her ears in interest and trying to find out if she could move that part of her again. She could, and she could feel it getting bigger. She craned her neck sideways to look back and then ducked her head between her legs to see if she could get a better view that way, but she couldn't get a good look. She did get to see her hind legs, though, sporting their beautiful delicate white paws. It hadn't crossed her mind when she walked in to the Madame's show that she would soon be walking out with four legs and a tail, but learning about Damon's fantasy and watching his transformation into Max had left her unbearably curious about feeling what a dog feels. As the weight on her spine increased, she finally observed a black and white appendage starting to dangle between her hind legs.
* Look how long and shaggy the hair is! I won't be able to go anywhere without leaving a trail of shed fur behind me, will I? *
She felt its increased weight begin to shift and got to watch it move this time. The white tip looked almost cartoonish as it danced around behind her, strikingly contrasted against the deep black on the rest of her tail. When it was long enough for her to reach it higher than her ears and lower than her hocks, it finally stopped growing, and she was left to acclimate herself to its presence and the gestures she could make with it.
The last thing Monica felt before her change was over was her face starting to swell and her nostrils growing wetter and more sensitive. By the time her nose was so far out she could see it, her mouth was just as long, with sharper teeth and a flatter tongue inside it. She followed her new nose straight to Max, and the two of them began to lick each other. The audience found this scene adorable, and Madame Illusia agreed. But Illusia thought the friendly collie needed a more appropriate name than 'Monica'.