"Lina, is this some new game?" Amy asked, scratching herself behind one large dog ear. "Can't we just play fetch or something?"
"Can't get very far playing fetch when we're attached like this," Lina growled. She was now trying to saw the leash in half with the biggest kitchen knife she could find. She stole another look at Amy, and was horrified to see that the changes to her figure were progressing. She now had thick, clawed hands with padding on their palms. Her forearms were growing long shaggy brown fur. Her nose had flattened and turned very dark, and Lina could see sharp teeth poking out of her mouth.
"Come on, I wanna do something fun," Amy begged. "At least chase me around for a while."
Lina slammed the knife down on the counter. "AMY! Shut up!"
The dog-girl's ears flattened into her head and she sheepishly backed up as far as the leash would allow. A large brown and white tail was now tucked between her legs. Lina heard quiet whimpering. She couldn't help but feel sorry that she had just yelled at her, but chasing Amy around certainly wasn't going to fix her condition.