Steven touched his chin and thought for a moment. He was turning into a dog named Rover--a very hairy dog, too, from the looks of his tail. Also a very rich dog, since he was still in the mansion about to be fed by the caretaker. His parents had never really agreed about dogs, and his mother, who didn't care for them, had almost always won the argument before, which is why he'd never had one. However, was a pretty close debate lately, since his parents increasingly spent most of their time in another mansion anyway, and their hired servants could take care of anything they didn't want to deal with. Apparently the dice were changing things so that his dad could have a pet in at least one of their many homes.
Rover sniffed the air again. His tail relaxed. He liked the smell of his shaggy tail fur. His human scent was tolerable but not nearly as nice. If he let this change finish, he'd never have to go to that stuffy private school his parents had enrolled him in here. The teachers were rude, rich, and arrogant, and the other students were even more so. And he was expected to know everything already, since his school was basically for the best of the best. He was in five extra-curriculars already, because "it's never too soon to be getting ready for the ivy leagues!"
"But I'm gonna be a pet now. I get to stay home and play all day!"
Rover saw dog toys beginning to appear in different parts of the room. He could play tug-of-war with the caretaker. He could curl up, probably in a fancy dog somewhere else in the mansion, and take naps whenever he wanted--and more importantly, only when he wanted! He could go to the dog park and chase frisbees and play with other dogs. And Rover had always loved playing with dogs. (He'd always agreed with his father that they needed to get one!) He'd never have to put on his tight, itchy school uniform again, and no one would get mad if he didn't take a bath for a day or two. He was about to have a very fun and easy life, even for a young billionaire.
Rover could feel his tail starting to wag. He looked back and grinned at it. At the very least, he didn't think he could go too school with a tail like this. It would bump the other kids' legs, distract them from their daily algebra, and get fur all over their expensive black uniforms. He giggled and watched his tail wag harder.
It was then that his chest and sides were starting to itch. He scratch them as hard as he could, and soon the itching had even spread to his back. He could feel large hairs getting dragged around underneath his shirt. He raised his shirt and admired the new coat of fur that was growing in. It was beautiful! He had bright white hair on his chest, but also brown hair around his shoulders and fabulous shades of grey and black alternating down his sides (and presumably also his back). He jumped and laughed and wagged his tail while it finished growing in. He knew he was looking like an Australian shepherd, his dad's favorite breed of dog and the one his family had always been most likely to get. Being a dog was going to be great!