As Luke looked into the mirror he suddenly felt a swelling of emotion. He let loose a long
wolf howl, unable to stop himself. He quickly covered his mouth with his forepaws- err,
hands -and poked his head out of his bedroom door. "What was that son!" Shouted his
father from downstairs. He yelled back, "Sorry! I accidentally turned the TV up too loud!"
Turning back into his room Luke started to panic, what the heck had happened? Before he
could think about it anymore he suddenly tripped, falling down on all fours. "What the...?"
He spun around, looking behind him. He was now effectively crawling around on all fours.
While he was mostly distracted by his howl from before, Luke couldn't help but notice how
comfortable it was to crawl around like this.
Comfortable or not, he wanted to stand up. However, every time he attempted to right
himself he found himself tumbling back to the earth. No matter how hard he tried, he
couldn't seem to get back on his hindp- Gah! Feet! His feet! He couldn't get back up on
his feet!
As Luke attempted to stand up he was having trouble keeping his towel on. All his
thrashing around finally took it's toll and the boy's remaining piece of cotton modesty fell
to the floor by his bed. Luke was far too distracted to care, and anyways, it felt nice to
have everything open and free like this, trotting around on all fours...
Gah! What was he thinking! "Concentrate Luke! You've got to stand up!" He told himself.
Thinking back, he finally realized that all this started when he put the latex paws on. He
reached down and tried to remove his left forepaw with his right. He was having some
trouble though. He looked down to try and see what the problem was.
It quickly became apparent to Luke that he was in bigger trouble than he thought.