Ken always wanted a pet dog, but his parents would not allow it, but… what if they never knew he has a pet dog? Jeff may not look like a doggy… yet… but Ken is in no rush, one step at a time. The teen smirks, Jeff would during the week be himself, but Ken would make sure he and Jeff would spend the weekends and holidays together, and whenever they were together, Ken would have his dog.
“Say Jeff, what is that you are wearing? And what is it for,” Ken asks.
Jeff looks confused, however he finds himself answer, “these are my clothes,” he says, “and I wear them to cov…”.
Ken claps his hands and suddenly the connection of “clothes”, “wear” and “cover” is cut, Jeff blinks and looks confused at Ken.
“I… I don’t know,” Jeff says.
Ken smiles, “don’t worry, Jeff,” he says, “you probably just wanted to see what it would feel like wearing clothes like a human, but you quickly realized how uncomfortable and restricting they feel, you prefer not wearing anything, right?”
Jeff felt a weird “clicking” sensation somewhere in his mind, as if someone had flipped a switch, his mind accepting what Ken had said as the truth. The teen suddenly grimaces, as a strong feeling of discomfort washes over him, “right, it was silly of me putting these restricting things on,” he says, “better get them off right away,” and he immediately strips out of all his clothes as fast as he can.
Ken grins as he watches Jeff literally tearing his clothes from his body, throwing them to the side, soon the teen is standing butt naked in front of his friend in the middle of his room.
As soon as all clothes are removed, Jeff lets out a sigh of relief and a smile spreads across his face, “yeah, this feels so much better,” he says, “though without clothes, I feel a little col…”.
Ken claps his hands and the connection “clothes” and “cold” is cut, “no you don’t Jeff,” the teen says, “your fur is what keeps you warm even though you have no visible fur, right?”
Again Jeff feels something in his mind click, and immediately feels his body warming up, the teen not bothered of the cold anymore, “right… sorry, I kinda forgot I have fur,” Jeff says.
Ken grins, “say Jeff, why are you standing upright?”
Jeff once again looks confused at his friend’s dumb question, “that is because I normally wal…”.
This time Ken stomps down with his foot, and Jeff suddenly has no recollection of walking on two legs, nor standing on them.
Jeff blinks, “I… I don’t know, Ken,” he says.
Ken laughs, but then explains, “you were trying to sit up and beg like a dog,” he says, “normally you stand and walk on all fours, right?”
Jeff’s confusion suddenly clears, and he nods his head, accepting that he is normally quadruped. If he were able to, Jeff would instantly drop down, but he still couldn’t move and it causes Jeff to once again feel a wave of discomfort rush over him. This causes Jeff to look pleadingly at Ken, “please… Ken,” he says, “am I allowed to stand normal again?”
Ken grins and allows Jeff to retake his “normal” position, adding that he, Jeff, could move but not leave his spot.
Jeff immediately falls forward, breaking the fall with his hands, causing Jeff’s butt to raise, the teen lets out a sigh of relief, to his changed mind, standing on his legs had felt uncomfortable.
The next explanation of his friend topples Jeff’s thinking about his hands and feet on the ground, “normally you bend your finger joints, except the carpometacarpal joints,” Ken says, “you also bend your knees, and raise your heels to stand on your toes, right?”
Jeff blinks, he quickly rearranges his limbs, “s-sorry… I forgot,” he says.
Ken grins, “that’s alright, Jeff,” he says, “after all, you called me over to help you remember, right?”
Jeff nods, “yeah, and I’m so happy you came by so fast, Ken,” he says, “I… I started to get really worried and confused”.
Ken just smiles, already thinking about the next steps in designing his pet dog.