Bruce was just finishing up his lawn when a shiver ran over his body. He shook his head and felt something slap the sides of his face. He reached up and felt, what, earrings? Large dangly plastic earrings? And wait, where were his ears? He reached up higher and felt them: soft, velvety, and on the TOP of his head.
It must be the heat, he thought, when his focus was broken by a passing neighbor.
“Looking good today, Brenda!” the man shouted. “Good girl!” he added with a wink.
What is he talking about? Who was Brenda? Bruce then spied his reflection in the window of his car—or rather, where his car should be. Gone was his sporty mustang; in its place, a sensible hybrid.
But Bruce didn’t have time to register any of that. From what he could see, his familiar handsome face was nowhere to be found! Instead he saw a dog.
Or was it a woman? A pretty older woman with dog-like features for sure.
The canine beauty’s hair was done up in a sassy if heavily sprayed bob: red with a white streak down the middle courtesy of her new rough collie DNA. She somehow had heavy makeup on despite her furry face, and long acrylic nails on her furred hands.
The dog-woman in the window struck a bit of a trashy vibe: garish jewelry and a lime green tube top from which her bountiful fluffy breasts threatened to explode. What Bruce didn’t know yet was that to the rest of the world he was now, and always had been, Brenda, who had just as much of a sexual reputation as Bruce, just with the local men instead. She was known as a horny older dog-lady who liked to frequent bars, get loud and crazy, and generally have a good time. She had also gained about a decade of age as a result of the conversion of dog years to human years. Her stats now read:
Name: Brenda Thompson
Age: 47 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Collie/Human Hybrid
Hair Color: Red and White
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 110 pounds
Penis Size: N/A
Bruce’s tools in his garage faded from view, which Edwin would no doubt appreciate, replaced with the boxes of cheap cosmetics that Brenda now sold as her profession.
Brenda felt a strange pulling just above her ample butt as her new large tail wagged nervously. She was still attempting to comprehend what she was looking at in the window when a small involuntary whine escaped her lips. Finally, she did the only sensible thing she could: she passed out.