Jack awoke the next morning, disoriented and snorting out his nose. Overwhelming smells were everywhere making his head swim.
Atempting to right himself, Jack found that he couldn't keep his balance on two legs. He closed his eyes, fearing what he would see today. Every morning he was plagued with a new form. Every day by evening he was forced to spread the seed of that form or be doomed to keep that form forever. Each passing day became more difficult than the one preceeding it. Sex wasn't fun anymore. It was a chore and a curse.
What had happened to make him this way? If only he knew. At the age of 23 he had blacked out on the highway after a terrible car acident only to awake the next morning in his bed, completely unscathed. That day was completely uneventful, but the day after...he wasn't Jack anymore. Over night he had dreamed about his curse only to find it had come true.
Finally building up the courage, Jack looked down to see a set of paws. They were big strong paws, built as sturdy as nature could provide. Jack swished his thick tail and examined his gray wolf body, jumping off the bed he leaned on the dresser and peered into the mirror a the majestic face the curse had bestowed upon him.
But to become human again by impregnating a canine when you lived in the city? It seemed impossible. Jacks spirits fell as they did every morning as he contemplated his return to the human race.