“Gender.”
The anger flowing through Troy’s veins vanished in an instant as he felt his cock and balls begin to pull up through his legs. He briefly felt his balls come into contact with his ass before they were sucked inside, his cock following shortly behind.
His hips grew slightly wider as a small tunnel of flesh began boring its way through them and into his lower abdomen. Meanwhile, a tight, moist slit began forming just under his asshole – like his ass, it was facing out directly behind him, offering an unsettling ease of access for anything that might be standing back there.
As his new canine cunt finished forming, Troy felt a light pinching along his chest as 4 rows of nipples developed from hidden, vestigial marks on his skin to fully fledged teats.
Troy lowered his tail and pressed it into his rear. The new sensation was strange. From his tail his could feel the flesh pressing inwards into two tight holes, one of which wasn’t there until a few seconds ago. From the new… hole, he could feel a thick tube of flesh pressing pleasurable against his backside.
That thought of a fleshy tube caused the image of a large German Shepard to force its way into Troy’s mind, its erect, dripping cock hanging below it. He could feel himself parting as it was forced into him and…
Troy fought the image from his mind. His new cunt felt moist but not warm. Hopefully he was just horny and not… not in heat.
“Feeling a bit more timid girl,” laughed the woman.
Earlier, a single word had accidentally robbed Troy of his humanity. Now, this woman had done the same to his masculinity. Troy wasn’t just a dog. She was a bitch.
Troy kept her tail tucked as tightly as he could between her legs, softly whining as she backed away from RK and the woman.
“What should we do with her?” asked the woman.
“I don’t like altering people’s memory,” replied RK, “its one thing to change their body, but robbing them of their mind is a crime worse than murder.”
“Its like you said though, she didn’t change reality, we can’t just leave her here and I don’t want her following us either,” she replied.
“Perhaps you could turn her into a turtle? Or do something with the Book of Body to slow her down?” asked RK.
“Let me go outside and think about it, but I think we have to change reality for her to have any chance of surviving” replied the woman as she walked through the back door.
Troy had continued slowly backing up while RK and the woman talked. As the woman walked outside, Troy felt her hind legs press up against the Book of Transmutation.
She knew how badly she was fucked right now, both figuratively and, possibly, literally depending on what they did to her. Her best hope right now was to stay in contact with the Book of Transmutation so that she would retain her memories. Maybe, Troy thought, if she could keep her mind she would be able to find another book holder who would help her.
Deep down the realization was sinking into Troy that her best outcome here was almost certainly being allowed to live out the remainder of her life as someone’s German Shepard bitch. To live out the remainder of her life as a pet. But as long as she kept in contact with the Book of Transmutation there was still some hope of a better life.
Troy didn’t have long to wait. She looked out the window just in time to see the woman pointing at her and mouthing a spell. A spell she couldn’t hear. A spell that was going to rewrite her entire existence.