When the counter hit 0, things began to change. Jake's forepaws began to morph into furry fingers, as his hind legs expanded the length of the bed. His tail retracted into nothingness, and a pair of briefs appeared around a developing waist. Had Jake been awake, he would have been fascinated by each little one of them...
The reverse happened to Leslie...who had gone to sleep in full pajamas, which ceased to be...leaving him with only a collar as he shrunk on the bed into mostly hairless quadraped.
Even their dreams shifted...as Leslie began to dream about running through a grassy meadow...until he woke up. He licked Jake's face. The dog gently made some noises and rolled over, leaving Leslie to leave the bed. =Don't want to wake Master until he's ready,= he thought.
He wandered around, growing bored, hoping his master would wake up soon. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, and was shocked...that wasn't....he started to bark....
Jake stirred in the bed at the sound of barking.