Your thoughts grow hazy, your worries slipping away like leaves in the wind. The strange sensations coursing through your body no longer feel wrong—they feel right.
You blink up at the woman, your eyes filled with admiration. She looks so kind, so gentle, and that sweet smile of hers makes your heart swell with warmth.
Your tail—wait, do you have a tail now?—feels like it should be wagging, and before you even realize it, you’re sitting up straighter, eager for her attention.
"Such a good pup," she murmurs, scratching lightly under your chin again. It sends a shiver of delight through you, and before you know it, your tongue flicks out in a happy pant.
You should be alarmed. You should be asking questions. But all you can think about is how good it feels. The way she talks to you, the way her fingers scratch behind your ears—it's blissful.
A deep urge rises inside you, one that feels so natural, so important. You want to stay by her side. You need to stay by her side.
“Wouldn’t it be nice,” she says in a soft, lilting voice, “to stay like this forever? No worries, no stress… just a loyal, happy dog at my side?”
You whimper, pressing your head into her hand. The idea sounds so wonderful. No responsibilities, no expectations—just love, play, and affection. You could be hers. Her pet. Her good dog.
She chuckles, stroking your hair—no, your fur.
"That's what I thought," she whispers. "Now, let's make it permanent, shall we?"