Bryce follows his friend to the park, "You won't admit it. Just accept your place as my pet."
"Like hell I am," Cal replies, "I'm not scared of telling someone I have a crush on them."
"Seems that way," Bryce laughs, "Why else would you be terrified of losing?"
"To shut you up."
"Sure. Sure. I think I'll name you Kai. Not too different, but different enough."
"And I'm naming you bitch," Cal snaps, causing Bryce to giggle.
As they walk. Cal starts having second thoughts. Why risk being labelled a weirdo for some stupid urban legend? It'd shut Bryce up, but what is your friend compared to the entire town? Or even worse. It being recorded and posted worldwide? Life would certainly be over, labelled a creep, a pervert, all for some made up bullshit. He can deal with Bryce's jabs, at least they're done in a mostly harmless, fun way. Not the mean and nasty comments that the outside world has in droves.
He sighs and turns to Bryce, "This is bullshit."
"You giving up already?"
"I'm not fucking over my life for some made up shit."
"Your choice. Kai. Do you really give up?"
"Yep. I fully give up."
"Very well."
A strange shiver travels up the forfeiting guy. His body feels heavy, unstable and he drops onto his hands and knees. He looks up at Bryce who says, "I did warn you."
Nausea hits, and Cal's vision changes. Becoming more muted. "Get...he...l....ruff....arf..."
"Coming along nicely Kai."
"Arf...bark...."
"Let it happen," Bryce says with a reassuring voice, "I'll take care of you. Always."
"I....woof..."
Cal looks down to see 'beans' forming on his palms. His fingers get thinner and thinner, shortening and seemingly merging together. The beans get bigger, "No. My hands are getting smaller," he says to himself, and only himself.
"It's alright boy," the man man above him says, stroking his head. Sending waves of pleasure down Cal's body.
Fur sprouts and Cal's clothes vanish. His fleshy, peach tone obscuring by the second. Turning into a hidden layer. His legs reform, his tailbone lengthens out from the spine and grows fur.
Bryce smiles down at him, "How's my Kai pup doing?" Cal feels his tailbone move side to side.
"Knew I'd need these," Bryce says, pulling a collar, tag and leash from his pockets.
Before Cal can react. He is collared and leashed. Forced to look up at his best friend in muted colours.
"By the way," Bryce starts, "If you're wondering what breed you are. You're a