With a final, desperate effort to resist the flea's control, you feel your body succumb to the inevitable. Your limbs reshape themselves, muscles stretching and bones popping, until you are no longer a man on all fours, but a dog. Your thoughts become simple, your vision narrowed to the world around you. The scent of the room fills your nose, the comfort of the dog bed beneath you.
You lift your head and let out a deep, satisfied "woof," feeling the vibrations rumble in your new doggy chest. The flea's buzzing has turned into a soothing hum in your brain, guiding your actions.
You get up, tail wagging, and trot over to the doggie door, feeling the urge to explore the hotel from this new perspective. The world beyond the room is uncharted territory, filled with new smells and sounds that only a dog could appreciate.
As you push your snout through the small opening and step into the unknown, the flea's presence feels less like an invasion and more like a strange companion on a peculiar adventure. You're no longer just a man in a hotel; you're a dog navigating a world designed for the bizarre and inexplicable.
You sniff the air, catching the scent of something interesting. You trot out through the doggie door, the newfound freedom of four legs exhilarating. Each step is a dance of discovery as you explore the corridor outside your room.
The floor feels different under your paws, and the smells are overwhelmingly rich with untold stories of other animals who've passed this way. Your tail wags uncontrollably, and you can't help but let out an occasional bark of excitement.