“I must say. Your shop is rather small for its location and lacking in... well, Pets” Jill started in wonder while getting a little worried about the vast collection of water bowls and newspapers scattered about as ‘bathrooms’ around the main desk. “Oh this is but the front building for either purchasing pet supplies or starting any desired pet adoption or fostering case” Tom admitted before noticing one of the spots Jill had been eyeing “Oh and we also cater to our guests looking to be adopted or visiting with their caretakers as well”. “Ah I see” Jill kindly accepted.
“So how are you with domestic animals?” Tom then asked. “Oh they’ve been my life for as long as I’ve known myself” Jill started “I cared for my neighbours pets growing up. I actually have a, maybe infinite, rapport of playfulness and friendship with animals of the domestic kinds” bringing her index finger to her lip “I’ve actually had dreams of being one” then clasped her mouth after realizing what she had said.
“You don’t say” Tom responded in wonder just as his Smartphone (Only thing it seemed he had to match the current modern world) sent him an alert which he quickly checked like a pro “Actually I have something to show you that you might take interest in about that”. “IT WAS A SLIP OF THE TOUNGE” Jill insisted. “Relax. Just follow me” Tom assured kindly.
Before she knew it Jill had found herself being escorted by tom out the building’s back door that lead to a series of fenced small fields each housing collections of domestic animals like cats, dog. Heck a few housed dens for certain lizards of rodent-type pets. “Here are where those waiting for fosterers or adopters stay while they wait” Tom introduced “Depending on the coming outcome to what I’m about to show you you’ll probably get to know many of them well”. “Is this a job offer?” Jill questioned. “If you want it to be” Tom accepted as they continued into this cabin located right in the middle of the fields’ core area.
“WOW” Jill cried out in shock as inside in a crouching position was a naked except for a pink collar with a fish tag on it 13 year old girl right in the centre of some wired circle containing mystic-like runes. “Fellow employee Mr Goodwill?” what to Jill could be the girl’s mother carrying a middle-aged looking Marine Coon cat inquired. “Actually someone who might be interested in the process Maxine is about to undergo and I like to let her see first” Tom assured. “Relax mum. It’ll be quick” the girl in the circle followed unashamed.
Before Jill knew it Tom had walked into this smaller circle nearby yet similar to the one Maxine was crouching, a simple line linking to two, and started making odd hand gestures while speaking words of a language Jill was unfamiliar in. But before she could ask Maxine’s mum what this was about he suddenly saw what this was all about...
...That being the changes Maxine was going through while she quietly giggled in pleasure as her feet and hands shifted into cat paws like the one her mother was holding, similar fur then covered Maxine’s bare body while her ears shifted and turned into car ears, a tail sprouted from her spine’s base while she shark and her face morphed into that of a Marine Coon. Heck once Tom was done as opposed to a naked teenage girl a rather young Marine Coon cat was seated in the circle wearing the collar Maxine had been wearing only shrunk down to fit.
“Well Ms Owens. Your daughter is ready for her...interesting summer with your sister here” Tom assured while kindly stroking the held cat’s chin “And my apologises she had to be an example for a possible new experience-taker”. “It was her having issues I was talking about” Mrs Owens confessed while the kitten ran out of the circle and to her “Now let’s head on home you two”. “Y-y-you just...turned that girl...into a cat” Jill shuttered in fused shock and amazement. “At her request and mother’s approving” Tom assured before going into detail.
“I do more than simple pet sales here. I also offer visitors something many like you confessed yourself to chance to be a domestic pet” Tom started. “So a number of the animals in the field outside are people you’re...selling?” Jill inquired. “Not without their consent and the right arrangements made beforehand I assured you” Tom continued “That said really such setup is very rare as I do revert many after either a set time or they and their chosen caretakers come back for that”. “Do tell?” Jill requested. “Well using Maxine and her aunt Lisa as examples usually someone coming to experience being a pet assigns someone they trust as their caretaker. In Maxine’s case I’m expecting her mother to come back with her towards the end of the current summer holidays” Tom continued “Her aunt’s a more complex case. Can’t go into too many details but she’s had a number of bad romantic experiences and it left her wanting to escape humanity for awhile and based on a review that same day with Maxine where I briefly revert her to talk I will either make her a cat again of allow her to leave her human. Her choice”.
“And what of Maxine also-” Jill then tried to ask. “Those under legal adult age I prohibit permanent transformations even if parents demand it... well unless said parent or parent is also going permanent but even then once they do reach said age I still do the reviews with them” Tom interrupted by continuing “Also I must state no matter what everyone I transform still ages a human lifespan”. “And this selling?” Jill demanded. “For the rare adults that choose permanent pet-hood while excusing friends and family from becoming caretakers” Tom answered “From that I must state the animals in the fields outside are either those having chosen and now wait for the right caretaker to come along or children of transformed if they mated while in animal form”. “Any issues with that?” Jill asked. “well mental wise the born are like natural animals but share the human lifespan” Tom started “That said my magic, as that’s what it is, fails outright on pregnant women in either direction” but then turns stern in face “That said I warn you mating with a successful pregnancy as an animal has a side effect”. “What side effect?” Jill inquired. “It affects your mind. Making the animal mentality go into overdrive” Tom answered firmly “Oh I should say the collars aren’t for show. They are ID makers that can’t be removed that help me and those in similar work lines know transformed pets from natural”. “I see” Jill accepted. “So then. Knowing all this, what’s your choice from here?” Tom then asked: