After looking your white furred chest, you turn and look back at the park you have just escaped from. You wonder about all of the people who went in there and never came back. All of the people who went in there for various reasons, got trapped in there and got changed by it into animals that match their underlying selves. And you continue this train of thought by wondering if those people who got turned into animals are living happier lives as animals. You then wonder if being an animal rather than a human being would have so bad or not. True you wouldn't be able to talk and exchange thoughts and ideas to others. You wouldn't be able to do the many things that you could do as a human being. But you would be leading a much simpler life than the one you are leading right now. And while you would be losing those things that you could do as a human being. You would be gaining some much more to make up for the loss of your humanity. Better senses, protection from the elements, protection from the other beasts that roam around in the wild and so much more.
Another question comes to light as you stare at the park entrance, would you be missed if you went back in there and end up being transformed into an animal? You have no friends out there who would miss you. No family dead or alive. No one from work would miss you. So what would you gain by staying out here?
Just then you hear something coming toward the park entrance. You hear something coming. From out of the darkness and into the pale feeble light of the corner lamppost comes a large, female sheepdog. She trots up to the entrance and then stops as if reluctant to cross the line and enter your world. She looks up at you and pants contentedly. You look at the female dog and admire her looks. She is such a beautiful sheepdog with a nice shaggy furcoat of white and dark gray. So well groomed. So well trained. It is almost hard to forget that she was once human like you. She looks happy being the way she is now.
You look at her and then at the world behind you. Which to choose? To go back into the real world and live a crummy life as a human. Or to go back into the park and let the transformation run its' course.
A bark followed by whine interrupts your thoughts. You look back to the female sheepdog. She is standing back up on all fours and is pleading with you to return with her back into the park. You smile and then shrug. Why not? You silently think to yourself. Better to be a dog than a man.
So you walk back toward the front gate of the park and as you do so, you begin to take off your clothing. You take off your shirt first and watch as the layer of white fur grows thicker and shaggier and begins to spread from your chest to your arms and legs and neck. It begins to deepen and lengthen. Your shoulder blades are pushed closer together as your body begins to become stocky and muscular. Your body is beginnig to look almost bear-like. The changes race up to your head where a thick, white beard and mustache sprout up around your black, wet nose and blackened flews. You hang your tongue and begin to pant contentedly. The changes feel so natural to you now. They don't feel painful anymore and you wonder if the pain you felt earlier on came from just denying your inner self. As you drop your shirt to the ground, your head transforms fully into that of an adult Old English Sheepdog. Fur covers your eyes and the rest of your changing face. Your nose and mouth grow out from underneath that layer of shaggy fur and become a muzzle full of sharp teeth and that lolling tongue of yours. Still panting you lean your head forward as your neck begins to line up with your back. You crouch your body and fumble with the latch on your belt. You free the latch with paw-like hands and then unzip your pants. You briefly note that your privates are now dog-like. You don't bother with taking off your pants slowly. You just let them drop to the ground around your shaggy canine-like legs. And then you drop down to all fours.
The female dog greets you like a packmate as you cross back into the park. She nuzzles you and then licks your furry cheek. You lick her muzzle in return. You then look back over your shaggy back. What you see pleases you. You are no longer a man bound by man's rules. You are now just like your mate. You are now a large, shaggy Old English Sheepdog. The form you were meant to have if not for a twist of fate that led you to being born a human being. You realize this little piece of truth as your mate leads you back onto the path leading into the park. You were meant to be a dog. You also realize that you were right. People coming to this park and being transformed into animals were leading better lives here than out there. That is the last thought you have as your mind becomes more instinctual and canine-like. As that thought goes out of your rapidly changing mind, you smile a toothy smile and let off of a woof. You then trot ahead to reach your mate who is standing in front of a large pasture full of sheep that need herding. You are a very happy Old English Sheepdog. Who needs the outside world now that you are truly happy here?