Chery opened the strange email from her college friend Ben. Transformation.net? Oh well, see what this is about. Actual transformations? Chery felt a slight tingling, and a pop-up came up on the screen "Molecular information on Chery Smith recorded and saved. Please click for transformation options."
Chery's heart started pounding. Her deepest secret was her sexual attraction, not to her oafish husband, but to her beautiful German Shepherd, Buster. Lately the only way she was able to get through sex with Mark, with his huffing and puffing and poor hygeine, was to fantasize about mating with the sleek, powerful and utterly virile Buster. Her passive resistance had kept him from being "fixed," but there was something about actual sex between a human and a dog that seemed too gross for her to actually try. Maybe transformation.net offered another way. Hardly daring to breathe, Chery ran down the menu of options.
There--animal. Sub-menu dog. Breed? German shepherd. Sex? Female. Heat (y/n) y.
Chery raised her voice. "Buster." Buster eagerly trotted in the room, expecting a treat. Little did he know.
Chery took a deep breath, and pressed Enter.