"Hahaha!" Peyton belly laughs reading the book. "Is this where you came from, girl? Summoned out of thin air with this prank magic book? Where did that owner of yours even get this? Look! There's even a spell for turning into an animal: 'Beast Shape'! ha-ha-ha-ha... Well, come on, girl, let's get you a snack before we head out for a walk."
You whine a bit and look at Peyton with flattened ears. You know she didn't mean it, but she did just say the spell. How will she react if she actually starts turning into an animal? Who will take care of both of you and change you back if she becomes a rat or something like that?
"What's the matter, sweetie? Are you worried cuz your mama's out and weird ole Peyton is feeding you instead? Come on! Let's go get you a treat!"
She whistles a couple of times, and she doesn't look like she's changing, so you shrug and accompany her into the kitchen like the adorable pet lab retriever that you have become. You are actually rather hungry, and she obviously didn't intend to actually cast a spell anyway, so surely there's nothing to worry about, right?
Peyton looks around on your kitchen counter for something to feed you. You sit down on your haunches sniff the air a bit while you wait. Petyon doesn't doesn't find any dog food out in the open, so she turns around, opens a cabinet, and stares up into it. That's when you see something behind her! If you were human, your jaw would have dropped. Instead, you perk your ears and yank yourself back up to all fours. Hanging behind Peyton is the furry tail of a labrador, getting longer and almost at full length!
She opens another cabinet and notices the canned food that you keep on hand for your dog sitting side hustle. Her tail starts to wag, and she reaches up to grab at it. You start barking to try to get her attention.
"What's the matter, girl? You see somethin'?"
She turns around to look at you and bangs her tail against the oven. She flinches and starts turning around to see how she touched the oven and what sort of body part she had touched it with. You see that her nose has turned black and her lower face is stretching forward into a muzzle. She finds the tail and grabs it, staring at it first in confusion, then in recognition. She drops it and even tries to back away from it, if that were possible.
"No, no, no, that's not possible!" she stammers to herself.
But it is possible, and it is happening right before your eyes. She holds up her hands and finds black pads on the ends of her fingers and on a thickening section of her thinning palms. You can see claws starting to jut out from her fingers, bringing back recent memories of your own transformation. As her thumbs shrink down into dewclaws and fur sprouts over her wrists, you both have to face the fact that Peyton has recklessly uttered a very real magic spell and is turning into the first animal she thought of: YOU!