The subtle movement slowly woke David up.
In his tired state his eyes were barely open and he was confused where he was or whats happening.
He noticed his head was lying on top of someones large breasts. His first thought was that this was a very weird erotic dream of his until his view changed and his head was closer to the ground than he was used to. He was about to fall asleep when he heard someone talking.
“Huh is that a zipper on your back Princess? Where did that come from?”
In that moment everything flashed back into Davids mind. The zipper he bought, its possibilities, the dog from the park and that woman who took him thinking he was her dog ‘Princess’.
Just as he was about to rise from where he was laid down, he felt her hands on his neck.
Before he could even react, he felt a small tug.
“There we go Princess. Probably some dirt made it stick to you.”
With sheer panic he looked up to see the woman holding the zipper. HIS ZIPPER!
He mentally concentrated on his dog skin suit for it to open up just like the description said but nothing happened. He really needed that zipper back. He rose his front paws against the woman's leg and started shouting.
“Put it back! I’m not your dog! I’m not a bitch! My name is David not Princess!
You have to put that zipper back against my skin so I can get out of here! Please!
PLEASE PUT IT BACK!”
But all she heard was random barking.
“Oh look who’s up. Are you hungry? Let me just put this away. I might reuse it on my old coat. That damn zipper is still broken and doesn’t close my coat.” With that she moved towards a dresser.
She opened it and put the zipper near her sewing kid.
David instantly ran towards the dresser. Just as he approached the woman closed it in front of his snout. He clawed with his paws against the wooden door. Mindlessly and in panic, doing anything just to give his mind the illusion not everything is lost.
“Princess! Stop it! You are ruining the coating.” She took David by his collar and forcefully moved him towards the kitchen. “I don’t know whats gotten into you. Let me just give you some food before I go into the shower.”
“I don’t want food you stupid bitch! I need that zipper back!” Shouted David but again only barking could be heard.
She put some dried food into a silver bowl with the name ‘Princess’ printed on it.
“Here you go girl. I will be back after my shower. Behave now while I’m gone.”
David watched as the woman left him alone in the kitchen. Petrified he just stood there. Soaking up his situation. The zipper out of his hands, or paws at this point. He had no thumps or even the skeletal structure to straighten himself up to get it back. Everything became too real for him now. The feeling of his paws, his increased ability to smell, the inability to stand up on two legs and his reduced size.
He was trapped. Trapped as a female poodle with no possibility to prove anyone who he really is.
A few minutes in silence passed when...