"No, No, NO!"
Unlike yourself, she doesn't have the sense to remove her clothes from what will very soon be a very ill-fitting body and seems to simply pace around your house, panicking over every change. You soon just decide to wait until she's finished, sitting down on your haunches in the corner. Her bodily proportions are changing very rapidly and her incoherent sobbing soon fades into the yelps and whines and howls of a black lab such as yourself.
"It's not th-erf. N... n-OOWL. AHHHooooo-ooowl"
She had been starting to lean forward a few moments ago but infront of you just now is where her pelvis bone really starts to finish warping into that of a canine. Her clothes are very loose now and her body is so much smaller. Stepping on the sleeve of her once very tight jeans makes her trip.
As she falls her fluffy head dissappears below her shirt.
"Yoowlrowl y- *yelp*
Crash.
You think she is pretty much done now. Will you be able to talk to her? Is there a dog language you can now understand now you both *are* dogs?
You can see her furry back legs kicking frantically out the back of her shirt. Her jeans are lying some way off. There is a quiet whining noise as the figure wriggles around, trying to find the light.