Claire was angry at Jennifer for taking away her money-making improvements, but now that she was back to being a human, her fear of spiders had started to return, and she no longer wished to go back to being one. Even if it was making her millions. "Okay, I know what we're going to do. Transform or Dare, Jennifer?"
"Finally," Jennifer said. "Transform. Please."
"This will be a long description, so hang on. First, your wool will no longer be invulnerable to tearing or cutting. It will have the same integrity of normal wool. Furthermore, all but the last four inches that have grown from your body will now separate themselves from you."
On command, the long wavy locks of Jennifer's wool fell to the floor, leaving a scant four inches of golden hair which bounced back into thick curls now that so much weight had been removed from them.
"Now here's where I get the benefits. You are going to change from a sheep-girl to a sheepdog-girl. Your wool will stay the same, and grow as it normally would with its golden property and all, but your body will change to be that of a humanoid canine. You will be my pet, and everyone except for me and me alone will think that it has always been this way. All of the wool you grow, I cash in and we both split the profits. Of course, being a sheepdog-girl, you don't need as many luxuries as I do. But I won't be completely selfish. After all, you're the one who introduced me to this wonderful curse. So, what do you think?"
"I'm your pet?" Jennifer bleated as her feet and hands started to change shape. "I don't think so!" Her skin lightened to its original color, losing all of its sheep pigmentation. Her two toes split apart into four claws. Her feet elongated and formed pads on the end so that Jennifer could stand on her toes alone.
"Don't think this is going to last forever. I have the curse, and I'm not afraid to use it!" Her two large fingers split much like her toes did, and she formed large clawed paws that became covered in golden fur. She still had opposable thumbs and could walk on her hind legs. Her short sheep's tail grew five times longer, covering itself in shaggy wool.
"I'll escape. Just wait. This wool is mine and mine alone." She struggled to talk as her mouth reshaped. Her teeth became pointed fangs and her face pushed out slightly into a half-muzzle. Her long ears shortened just a bit, flopping over on themselves and growing hairier.
"I'm not your pet. And you're not...you're...you're my master," she finished, as the transformation erased the memory of human Jennifer, and also sheep-girl Jennifer, from her mind.
"Good girl!" Claire smiled. She heard a clatter and looked near her feet. There on the floor was a brand new black collar and leash. Picking up the collar, Claire saw that the tag read "Jennifer, Our Cash Dog." She slipped the collar around Jennifer's neck, which was a bit difficult because of the shaggy hair. Once that was done, she hung the leash on the coat rack. "Okay, Jennifer," she said. "Time to load this wool into the barrels and finish my homework."
She and the sheepdog-girl went right to work scooping up the massive amounts of wool Jennifer had shed and trekking them to the garage, dollar signs dancing in their minds.