Patti barked excitedly to see her master, and approached her, reaching a pat on the head as a reward. Patti loved her master and would do anything to please her.
Patti was mostly oblivious to what happened next. She suddenly was confused. The blank look on her face became more focused as she began to wonder what she was doing down on the floor. She reached for the nearby chair with her forepaws, which began to change. The paw began to separate into several fingers and a thumb, which she used to grasp the chair to pull herself up.
As she pulled, her hind legs grew thicker, and shifted beneath her torso, better able to support her weight. She stood up straighter than she ever had before.
"Wow...you look..." she heard a voice say, and looked down at her owner. She wondered what her owner was saying. It was then she felt a tingle in her mind. It barely registered with her, but it was the start of additional changes as her posture changed. In an instant, her mind started identifying the form at her feet as 'Mary'.
Mary was struggling inside ill fitting clothes that no longer fit her. As Patti looked at her, she decided that Mary couldn't possibly dress herself. "What the...hell," she said. "Mary, how'd you get into those clothes? You're going to rip them..."
She gently pulled the clothes away from Mary, leaving Mary completely naked. Patti decided that Mary must have gotten tangled up in some laundry, and dumped the outfit into a nearby hamper. She turned back to Mary, who suddenly jumped up, putting her paws on Patti and licking her face.
Patti giggled. Things were coming into focus for her, as the Chronivac continued to work on her mind. "Honestly, it's so hard to get mad at you," the dog said to the human, scratching her behind the ear.
Mary whined in pleasure. The ends of her mouth curled up, and soon she was grinning from ear to ear. Mary had left the awareness setting on, so her memories of before wouldn't be removed, but the machine was fulfilling the rest of its instructions.
"Down, girl....sit..." Patti said, firmly, as she began to see Mary as more of a pet. Mary sat, placing her former hands, now paws, on the ground. "Good girl..." Patti said. Mary liked being called a good girl.
Her master stopped scratching, and Mary turned her head to the left, then the right, and spotted a vision of herself in the mirror. But instead of feeling disgust...The image of the human on all fours in the mirror produced no reaction. It just was...not something that interested her. She continued to sit, because her master told her to.
Patti, not thinking much about it, got dressed in a pink dress, then wrapped a collar with tags around Mary's neck. Despite all she was thinking about, she didn't question this as her being dressed and Mary having a collar felt normal to her.
Mary suddenly realized she needed to pee. It didn't even occur to her to go to the toilet...or that she could even do something about this herself. She whined, wanting her owner to take her out.
"What is it, girl? Want to go walkies?" Patti said.
Mary barked enthusiastically. That sounded wonderful. She barely waited for Patti to attach a leash before she started for the door. "Mary...follow me," Patti ordered.