"My little Kai is a Golden Retriever," Bryce grins, "Feel it suits you."
"Woof," Cal barks back.
"What's that boy? Walkies?"
Cal stands, unsure of what to do. A few seconds ago he was human, now he's a fucking Golden Retriever. Bryce's Golden Retriever. He feels his tail wag at the mention of walkies, 'No!' he says to himself, 'I'm not a dog!'.
Bryce bends down and wraps the blue collar around his friend turned dog's neck. Complete with a bone shaped tag that reads "Kai" on one side, and Bryce's details on the other. He looks at the dog's eyes and is shocked to find them blue, like Cal's, he laughs and says "Guess you're part Husky."
"Arf," Kai barks back.
"You're such an adorable, good boy Kai. And to further sweeten the deal, I can make you live as long as a human."
"Woof."
"Yeah," Bryce pets the golden fur, "Won't lose my best friend. Ever!" He pulls out the leash and attaches it to the Golden Retriever's collar, gently tugging it.
Cal has no choice but to obey. The collar is around his neck and resisting means choking by the collar and leash. He looks up at Bryce, feeling resentment. Why would a friend do this? Why would anyone turn their best friend into a dog? It's just unthinkable. His human life gone, replaced with that of a dog, and if Bryce is right. He will still experience dog life long after it should have ended. Trapped as a dog for 80 years.
'Oh well,' he sighs, trying to calm himself down, 'Could be worse. At least I'm unique now.'
Bryce leads Kai to the pet shop. Cal's heart sinks, what is his best friend going to buy now?