You stand up fully and take stock. You're a young man, somewhat attractive, with some stubble and toned muscles. Your hair is now gray shaggy dog fur, as is your treasure trail and pubic hair. You touch it quickly to confirm the feel of fur. You're naked, and have an uncontrollable compulsion that prevents you from putting clothes on. You feel like you have to obey Jack, your gay roommate. You were hoping the two of you could form a meaningful relationship tonight at the party because you were sure he was going to come out to you then.
You're having a hard time picturing the meaningful relationship you were thinking of before.
You pick up the receipt again and look it over. One costume "Second skin" price, address, phone number. That won't work - approaching the phone last time made you black out. You search through the packaging looking for instructions. None.
Something makes your ears perk up. You stand up at attention. They twitch, and you realize Jack's coming back!
You run over to the door and bounce up and down. He'll be able to help you! This will be great!
Jack enters the apartment, holding the door close so you don't have a chance to run out.
"Hey there." Jack says. "What's up?"
"Jack, you got to help me. I bought this costume from the second skin and put it on but now it's gone and and and - " Jack is ignoring you, as if his "What's up?" question was strictly rhetorical. He sits down in his chair again and flips the TV back on. " Now I'm turning into a dog." You realize again that you're naked, your schlong hanging out and your dog fur clearly visible for the world to see.
"That's great, boy. Now- go get me a beer." Your face starts to turn beet red. He- he's not going to help you! He's part of it!
Then you start feeling bad - "Bad dog! Obey! Get the beer! Now!" and you try to resist, but you can't: you walk into the kitchen, pull out a beer, and bring it back to him. You sit down on the couch next to him, your junk and bare ass flopping onto the fabric. This is horrible! You're losing your mind and changing! There has to be some way back. Some way to get out or stop it. There has to-
Jack starts petting your head.
It's nice. You blink a few times and smile at the attention. A warm feeling grows in your belly and fills you up and you lean into Jack to get more petting. The warmth fills your crotch and your penis points up, hard and throbbing. You place a hand on his leg and see that some gray fur has grown on the back of it.
You whine a little, conflicted. Jack IS showing you some love, but being his pet... is that right?
"It's OK, boy. We'll go to the party soon enough."
The- the party? The party!?!?