Dan stood in front of the mirror, staring at his now canine ears. They were short and pointed, but he couldn’t tell what breed he was. Damn it, he thought, this collar has me thinking of myself as a breed!
He scratched his ears, and sighed. Was his little sister really turning him into a dog?
It’s this collar, he thought. She used a spell to put it on me, which means it’s her magic. So, since it’s her magic that’s doing this, maybe she has to be in the room for it to work!
Dan fumbled with the collar again, trying to find the buckle. As best he could tell, the collar was a continuous ring of leather, with not obvious seam or end.
Dan felt a familiar tingle and released the collar. No obvious changes, he though, inspecting himself in the mirror. As he finished turning to inspect himself, he suddenly felt something warm in his pants. Looking down, he saw that his crotch was soaked in urine—strong smelling urine.
Dog urine.
“Now look at you,” Kat cooed, returning to the room. “That’s why doggies don’t wear clothes—especially doggies who haven’t been house trained yet.”
“This is insane!” Dan yelled. “Get this thing off of me!”
Dan yanked at the collar again, and felt another tingle. “Well, now you won’t need clothes anyway,” Kat said, “just turn around and look in the mirror.”
Dan turned and saw that his entire body—arms, hands, face—was covered in thick hair in the same shade of brown as his head. He looked like some sort of sideshow freak. Kat snapped her fingers, and instantly Dan’s clothes vanished, only to reappear clean and neatly folded on the bed behind him. “Now,” Kat said, “I trust you’ve learned your lesson about messing with the collar.”