Later in the day there was an "accident" with my pet.
But first I cleared away the pile of shit, telling myself I was just imagining the chair and stumbling my foot somewhere else. I explained the shit by saying that I probably drank too much yesterday and I can't remember either drinking or crapping in the kitchen.
Since it was Saturday, I rested a bit and went out with my dog Roy for lunch. From today's perspective I can only say that luckily we didn't meet anyone. When we got home together, I scratched him and said
"You are a fine boy, you are a very fine one."
Suddenly Roy disappeared and in his place was a boy around 17 years old. He stood with all fours on the ground. His hair was the color of Roy's fur and almost reached his waist. In addition, just like Roy, the eyes were two-tone (brown on the left and red on the right). But the most striking thing was that instead of normal human ears, he had dog ears that stuck out. Overall he looked like one of those antromorphic beauties I only know from one of my manga.
When I asked him who he was he said he was Roy. He was startled when he understood that he spoke my language. Then he tried to get up. When I saw him almost fall over I quickly helped him and caught him. Together we manage to get him standing on both feet, albeit a bit shaky. Only now did I notice that he was naked, turned around, told him to wait for me and quickly went into a room to get a bathrobe. When I returned I saw that he was trying his first steps upright on two legs and I suddenly thought how parents must feel. I quickly put the bathrobe on him. Luckily Roy was now about the same height as me, so this one fit him. Together we make it onto the couch. As we sat down together, he immediately laid his head on my lap and closed his eyes. These new experiences made him so tired that he fell asleep.
In this short time I wondered why my dog was suddenly a boy (with dog ears). Then I remembered the situation from the morning. Maybe I didn't imagine it there and the chair actually turned into shit. I thought about what was the same in both situations and quickly found out that it was my sentences. At first I called the chair shit and it became that. Now I named my dog a boy and he became a boy. Then I suddenly remembered the dream with the meteorites and I was struck. It wasn't a dream at all. I actually found a meteorite that was absorbed by me and now I had this power. To test my theory, I thought of something harmless. I said my hair was pink and then got a hand mirror. When I looked at my hair, it wasn't completely pink, but it had gotten a slight shade of pink. I quickly realized what was different. The first two times I had strong emotions (angry at the chair and happy with my dog) so I figured those emotions enhanced my abilities. I was afraid that if I didn't control my strength it would eventually lead to an accident. So I wanted to use the weekend to check them as far as possible.
When Roy woke up I told him why he was human and he believed me immediately. The rest of the day and all of Sunday I did more and more tests. At the same time, I taught Roy how people behave (although he still called me the first few times when he had business to do). Having lost some canine skills like his good nose some of his instincts weren't as strong which I was glad about. In the end he was able to go to the toilet by himself (without me having to worry about him drinking from the bowl) and we could even eat together at the table. Only when he slept did he rely on sleeping on the floor because that way he could take better care of me. My ability was similar and with a little power I could turn a spider into a feather, for example. Then on Monday I prepared Roy's food for the day, said goodbye to him and went to university. There...