As Timmy slept, he dreamt that he was in a dog park with several people and their pet dogs. And there were a lot of pet dogs in the park that day. Big dogs and little dogs. Short-furred ones and shaggy ones. Very friendly dogs and very quiet ones. And all of them including their owners were having a good time with each other. Just as he was about to pet a very friendly and handsome looking golden retriever who sitting obediently next to its' mistress. A large, friendly Old English Sheepdog bounded happily to him. Timmy smiled and blushed at the sight of this dog wanting to be friends with him. He crouched down before the large, bear-like dog and offered it his hand. The sheepdog wagged its docked tail happily and then begin to sniff and lick Timmy's hand vigorously. Timmy chuckled and the dog woofed. And at that moment, Timmy had an odd and yet very pleasing feeling that he had just chosen something. But he wasn't sure what it was because he then woke up and the dream fell to pieces.
Timmy woke up feeling groggy and oddly pleased. He rubbed his eyes with both of his hands, yawned and stretched. He then got out of bed. And as he did so, he had the oddest feeling. He looked around his room. But nothing looked out of place and yet..and yet, why did everything appear just a tad bigger? Timmy shoke his head to snap himself out of that feeling and silently remarked to himself that nothing looked bigger. He was just imagining things. He walked out of his bedroom and into the bathroom. And he was just a foot into the bathroom when his eyes widen and his breath got caught in his throat for just a second. For staring right back at him from the mirror was a reflection of him that had a thick, shaggy mop of white hair covering his head. He walked closer to the mirror and rubbed his eyes once more with back hands. But the hair on his head was still thick and shaggy and white. Hesitantly he reached up, and ran his fingers through it. He gasped and then surprised himself even more when he continue to run his fingers through the shaggy mop of head hair. Not head hair, he remarked to himself. Fur. White, shaggy fur. White, shaggy fur that felt very good to scritch. His breathing quickened a bit at that moment and lower down, he could feel his member harden and go erect. Timmy blushed at the moment and wonder what else about him was going to go to the dogs. What would change next?