"...you might want to stay here for the night and go for a walk with me, first thing tomorrow morning."
Your heart jumps at the possibility that you still will get to walk with the kennel lady. You turn to look at Miranda and see that she is just as excited as you are about the kennel lady's offer.
"The only problem is that we don't have any decent accomondations for anyone doing a sleep over here. But I am sure I can spiffy up one of the larger kennels to meet your overnight needs." She looks at the two with a questioning look. "Is that alright for either of you?"
You and Miranda smile at each other, and nod emphatically. The kennel lady's smiles and then reaches over with both hands to scritch both of your heads.
"I am so glad to hear that. Now let's get the two of you for your sleepover."
The kennel lady reaches into a pants pocket and pulls out a leather dog collar.
"Ladies, first." She says as she gives another wonderful scritch behind your ear.
She then turns to Miranda, steps forward and smoothly attaches the collar to Miranda's neck. Miranda's breath quickens as she smiles and shakes happily with glee. Without a word, she begins to pant. The kennel lady smiles and then allows Miranda to lean up against her. She scritches Miranda behind the ear.
"That's my girl. Now how about I get you out of these clothes, my dear." The kennel lady starts unbuttoning Miranda's blouse. In appreciation for removing her increasingly uncomfortable shirt, Miranda leans in closer to the kennel lady and starts licking her face.
"Good girl." The kennel lady.
She reaches up with one hand and strokes it against a short, thick white layer of fuzz that has now grown on Miranda's face. Miranda's hair has grown thicker and shaggier, and has begun to lighten up. Miranda begins to murr at the kennel lady's touch before panting once more with contentment.
The kennel lady then unbuttons her pants and allows them to drop to the ground around Miranda's feet. Soon she was leaning there against the kennel lady, feeling free and panting quite contentedly. You find yourself unable to turn way from her as a longing wells up inside of you at wanting to be next to her. You eye her stocky, muscular body before your eyes rest upon her pubic region and its shaggy mat of thick, white hairs, which seem to be spreading outward across her hips, chest, back and legs. You watch as more and more of her body hair thicken into a furry pelt.
"Sit girl, sit." The kennel lady commands.
Miranda gently pushes away from the kennel lady and squats down before her mistress, resting her now paw-like hands between her knees. Now that she is sitting down on her almost bear-like haunches, you catch a glimpse of her furry backside. At the small of her back, you notice a numb protruding its way out from her increasingly thick pelt of dark blue merle hairs. You find yourself strongly aroused at that moment as the numb becomes a short, docked tail. Miranda begins wagging her new tail and you can see that is very excited about becoming an Old English Sheepdog bitch. Her hair has now grown into a thick shaggy mop of white fur that now begins to drape itself down her back and down her face. Her ears flop down to either side of her now shaggy head. Her face disappears a thick, shaggy veil of fur, leaving only her blackened nose and lips standing out from it. The two of which soon push outward into a muzzle. And within a matter of minutes, Miranda squats before you and the kennel lady as a large sheepdog.
The kennel lady kneels down and runs her fingers through the shaggy mop on Miranda's head before offering her hand to her. Miranda sniffs her hand and then licks it. She gets up onto all fours and happily wags her tail. You turn away from her and look just in time to see the kennel lady holding out another leather dog collar. You smile and begin panting in anticipation.
"Now, my pet, it's your turn."