Sly's pencil stops and hovers... and hovers some more. What was he doing? He didn't even want to be a pet, and now he was being forced to write out his own tag?!
"This is my Master’s job, not mine!" Sly blinks, "Wait, that came out wrong..."
But it was already too late, the damage was done. Writing started to appear on the odd piece of paper, "Good point, boy, thank you for mentioning that. I will make sure your Master knows where you are. Stay, boy!"
With that, the paper slowly faded away, leaving the newly-created, fox-eared, fox-tailed human pet alone in the locker room. Sly looks around, and with a lot of mental effort, tries to explore a bit. Everything looked so different at this new diminutive stature. But try as he might, he found that he couldn't budge from his spot.
"Yip?! What's going on?!" Sly yelps, his tail flicking about worriedly. His tags jangled impatiently, suddenly reminding him of why his feet were cemented to the ground, "I have to obey... yip... this is unbelievable," Sly whimpers, "I hope my Master is nice."