Acting without knowledge and any small trails and errors, I went directly into a foolhardy wish to be as a wildly gay, fully male, Anthro Doberman Pincher were-dog.
I was so dumb, closing my eyes and thinking of Max a giant male Doberman dog owned by a near neighbor, to me he was the ipedemy of something sexual.
Clutching the ring in my hands I closed my eyes and tried to picture me as if a partially changed form of Max and me.
"I wish, I wish, I wish to be as hairy a hide, stout of muscles, and endowed with even a larger, longer package than Mas has for fun and frolic."
Foolishly, I failed to make mention of something I thought the powers that be would understand and do accordingly to what I wanted and thought, "Oops!"
A sudden sensation of like a wave of warmth encircled my head and face, drifting down the length and girth of my entire body, butt, and legs.
As this happened I heard voices, they were talking, speaking in French, they sounded rather affectionate and as if admiring something very beautiful.
I did not know any words in that language, but had an odd feeling I should.
In the midst of all this I felt an urge to yawn, and so doing my mouth seemed so huge, tongue so much longer, and teeth had become sharp and jagged.
The strange sensation about my mouth stopped me from thinking loving thoughts about Max, and opening my eyes to reality, I was in for a surprise.
Eyes blinked open the ring was clutched still tightly, but held between two furry black paws. I became quickly excited seeing this radical change, but just as quickly became alarmed as memories of Max, he had sleek short fur and my paws looked fluffed with big curls of black fur.
Stunned, my paws parted and the ring slipped out of my grasp and rolled across the ground, and nestled into some tall grass.
Forgetting everything except my strange wonderment over what I became, I peered down at a body drastically different than what I was moments before, and as well what would of expected to see.
First, and foremost I saw a body looking long and sleek but with very short hairs covers my feet, groin, belly, forearms, the my fore legs, and a close shaved look about my face.
Other places had the same black curly fur but all fluffed and looking frilly.
Cocking my head to get an eyeful of what and how my maleness had changed I saw this shaved sheath protruding out from what was my lower abdominal region, it tingled and made me begin to drool, salivating like some dog with a brisket.
A staggered step caused me to fall, and in a forward motion I landed on four paws, having fore legs, and hind legs, I was a dog, but one big black French Poodle.
I might of laughed at the irony, my mother was of French descent, and maybe from that my wish to be more like the Doberman Max was disallowed. Yet there was little ability to deny the fact i had become one exceptionally large specimen of a gay looking French Poodle, all trimmed and shaved to make my male doggy sheath quite pronounced.