Greg is absolutely terrified, “pl-please, sir,” he says, “please… d-don’t do this. Please d-don’t mess up my life!”
Mr. Huff grins, “sorry, Greg,” he says, “but from now on I am the one who CONTROLS your life, NOT you!”
Greg’s eyes widen in horror, he is so shocked that he can’t say a word.
“Now,” Mr. Huff says, leaning forward, “let’s see if the other commands also work while you are in your human state of mind. Stand!”
Immediately Greg feels his body react to the command as he stands up from his armchair.
Mr. Huff grins, “good boy, Greg,” he says, Greg feels a strange sensation of pride raise up in him after Mr. Huff said that, “now, sit!”
Greg lets out a yelp of surprise as he finds himself crouch down, placing his hands in front of himself and his butt on the ground. He looks up at his teacher, tears of fear in his eyes, “pl-please, sir,” the boy begs, “please… st-stop!”
“QUIET, BOY,” Mr. Huff barks, Greg winces and falls silent, Mr. Huff smirks, “this is to much fun, I have no reason to stop this.” The man looks at Greg, “now, I will take you somewhere. Let’s see if you can figure out WHERE I am taking you,” he says. Mr. Huff gets up from his seat, he then says, “stand, boy and heel!”
Greg gets back on his feet and finds himself walking towards Mr. Huff, “n-no… I d-don’t want this,” he says, but no matter how hard he tries: he can’t stop his body to obey the command and soon finds himself at Mr. Huff’s side.
Mr. Huff grins, “let’s get going,” he says and starts to walk out of the room, Greg right by his side.
Mr. Huff leads Greg to the garage, he unlocks his Mercedes and opens the back door, “I need to get a different vehicle,” the man says, “maybe a Ram. Pets don’t belong on the back seat, they belong in the boot. But this has to do for now, so: in, boy!”
Greg whimpers as he gets into the back of the car against his will, next thing he knows, Mr. Huff is driving the car past his “Jeep” and down the drive way, out of the gates and down the street towards the town center.
After an hour of driving, Mr. Huff pulls into the parking lot of the Vet, Greg’s eyes widen in horror when he realizes where his teacher has taken him. Mr. Huff stops the car and turns around in his seat, grinning at Greg.
“N-no… n-never,” Greg says, “I know what you are planning, it won’t work!”
“Oh,” Mr. Huff asks, “and why not?”
“The… Vet will realize I am not a dog,” Greg says.
“Haha,” Mr. Huff laughs, he pulls out his phone, “nothing a certain APP can’t fix,” he says. Mr. Huff opens the App and edits the reality, so that everyone, except Greg, Greg’s friends, Greg’s fellow students and himself, will think Greg is an actual dog.
Soon Greg finds himself standing next to his evil teacher at the reception in the Vet’s clinic. After explaining to the woman behind the counter, that he would like to have his “dog” checked, vaccinated and chipped, the lady, without questioning Mr. Huff why his “dog” looks a little weird, hands the man a clipboard and tells him to fill out the form.