"Doug, Pete, wait," Dave called out. Something strange was going on, he realized, and it all started when he wrote about the promotion! He quickly shuffled through his papers, coming across various notes. 'The best smile British money can buy', 'Just how often was Jodie under Mike, anyway?', 'How many accountants does it take to change a light bulb?'... 'Jenny looks like the bitch she is.'...
He glanced at the dog, whose eyes seemed to be pleading with him. "Let me handle her," he said. "I was on my way out anyway."
"Alright, but she's not very cooperative," Doug said. "She keeps on trying to chew on Jenny's clothes. I think we need to muzzle her and take her to the pound."
After his co-workers left, Dave knelt down and looked curiously into the whining dog's eyes. "Jenny?" he whispered as he pushed the door closed. The dog let out a strong whine and nodded a little. "Are you really Jenny?" he asked again and the dog nodded somewhat more frantically. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"Alright," he said to himself as he went and sat back down at his desk. "How... should I fix this?" He crossed his original statement about Jenny out, but nothing seemed to happen. Jenny just whined and rested her chin between her forepaws.
He scrawled quickly, 'Jenny is not a bitch', on the paper, and was relieved when he heard a quick yip from Jenny. The dog stood and tried to look back at her hindquarters, eventually flopping onto her back. But to Dave's dismay, she wasn't immediately changing back. Instead, the bitch had grown a sheath and a set of balls. She... now a he, sniffed curiously at them, clearly confused. For a second, Dave thought that Jenny would start licking herself, but instead she looked up at him and gave him a pitiful whine. He could tell she was very confused. Humans aren't supposed to suddenly change into dogs!
There was a poster in his office full of grammar and spelling advice, and 'don't use no double negatives' jumped out at him. He quickly wrote in a second 'not' into his last statement, and he heard Jenny howl as her sexual organs once again shifted.
"I thought you were going to take care of it!" he heard someone shout from the office, and so he got up from his desk again.
"I'm sorry, Jenny. I'm going to have to walk you out of the building, for now," he said to her in a gentle voice. As the poor bitch whined, he wondered how he could change her back. It was clear that he had to word what he wrote carefully, but he was never really very clever. He was afraid he would mess things up unless he carefully thought about what he wanted to write.