Somehow, somewhere there must have been Greyhound blood in the genes of the dog you have become. With a valiant spring from your rear quarters you manage to flee from the conference room in only two bounds. As you rush madly towards the men’s room, your heightened doggy hearing picks up what is said in the room…”whoa…where did he go…must have had to puke, he got out of here so damn fast…can’t trust those new drugs…he looked so ill, so unlike him…” So…your transforming into a dog went undetected…but you made a fool out of yourself anyway. You make it to the men’s room…thank god there is no knob on the door, you just push your way in. You jump up onto a sink, your front paws resting on the edge and get a good look at the dog head poking out of your collar. You start to whimper as you contemplate your fate…a little less than two full years of this to go…never knowing when you will be the helpless victim of sorcery…losing all that you are, all that you have accomplished as your shape shifts from man to dog. How often will it happen? WHEN will it happen?!?!? On a date? In bed with a woman? At a black-tie event? On an airplane? Your tail hangs down between your hind legs as you contemplate this horror.
You start to lose your balance…wait…your body…it’s shifting! You see black fur give way to your toned flesh…your penis starts to deflate as the shaft surrounding it disappears. You look in the mirror…your face is starting to come back…you still have floppy ears covered with fur and a black, shiny nose but it’s almost looking human! A moment later you are caressing your handsome mug with a hand, not a paw but your hand! It’s almost as if you have to touch your face allover…just to prove it’s you.
You attempt to pull yourself back together…your top button popped off of your shirt, but by re-tightening your tie skillfully you are able to mask that. There is some freshly shed fur on your shirt cuffs, but that is easily brushed off.
A dark, sour feeling enters your stomach.
It suddenly dawns on you that your suit pants, underwear, shoes and socks are still under the table in the conference room. And then…
You let out a human-sounding moan as you realize that the spell has not quite lifted…it’s not done with you today…not without a final humiliation…
Your tail has not disappeared. It hasn’t even gotten smaller…it’s still there…furry and canine as ever.
You hear someone about to enter the men’s room….