"being some kind of canine would be so bad?" John thought as he grabbed one of the treats on the table and popped it into his mouth to trigger the charms of the shop. the treat tased surprisingly better than the last few times he did try them in the past. He had as a kid helped raise dogs in the past on some of his family puppy farms, day cares, and vet offices. Not just dogs too at that but a variety of Canine from all different parts of the world. he had teased dingos in the land down under, been tripped by an arctic fox up in Canada, and watched a wolf mother feed her cubs for the first time. John was starting to feel hot under his own clothing as he begin to itch and scratch at himself as the magic begin to take effect.
"you may want to start striping down before that tail grows in, it is not a fun feeling from what I've seen." the old man suggests a bit too late as John felt a sharp pain in his backside. he looked to see a bouge had formed it the back of his jeans which moved every which way it can trying to find some kind of escape from his pants and underwear. John quickly undid his belt as he pulled down his pants and underwear in one mosion, not paying mind to the old man standing in front of him or the store that possible maybe sapient.
he looked back behind him and saw that he had the tail of a