You lean your body against the countertop in your kitchen and look down at your own feet. You feel them warping and changing shape inside your shoes. You lean down with one hand to get them before your transforming feet tear them apart. But you are too late as first your right shoe and then your left shoe burst open at the front to reveal a pair of large canine paws covered in a layer of white fur. Without thinking about you stand up on the tips of your toes and watch as the long bones of your feet lengthen and give your legs the appearance of a second joint. The sight of your feet becoming a canine's hindpaws doesn't scare you as you think back and remember the dream where you became a lion man and had a male lion as your mate. Now it looks like you are becoming a dog man. Your pleasurable reverie arouses you and you feel your penis slip out of its' new sheath. You hurriedly take off your pants and then your underpants. You watch in awe as a layer of skin covers your private parts pulls them in close to your hips. Your gaze then goes back to your legs. They are getting covered now in a layer of dark gray fur. Your legs thicken and from above a point above your hips, a short docked tail emerges. You wag it with glee. Your eyes then move up to your chest as it changes shape. And then you look at your arms and see that they are growing a bit longer. You pant happily as you realize that your arms and legs and changing hips will allow you to walk on either two legs or on all fours. You continue watching as your dark gray and white furcoat grows thicker and thicker to the point where it is very shaggy. It gets so shaggy that the fur begins to block your eyesight. Curious to see what you are going to look like as a shaggy anthro dog, you drop to all fours and shuffle bear-like out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. You finally reach the bathroom and trot inside. By the time you reach the bathroom sink and the mirror hanging above it, you know that you are no longer a man. You are an anthro canine. Some kind of sheepdog. You get back up onto all fours and with one paw-like hand you lift the shaggy veil that is covering your eyes. You look into the mirror hanging there before you and smile a toothy smile. Gazing back at you from the mirror has to be the most handsomest anthro Old English Sheepdog that you have ever met. You smile again at your reflection and pant contentedly. You then look to your right and look through the bathroom window. Across your lawn and into the neighbor's lawn you gaze. And then you see something that makes you a happy dog. You see the next door neighbor's dog. A female of your own breed.