As the girls gush over the quarterback, the guy wearing your body eats it all up. It's like a girl never touched him before. You think back to the shrimp that was waiting by the fountain, and wonder if that might be the case. While the girls are preoccupied with your former identity, you notice the jockstrap dangling from his cargo pants' pocket. You make sure no one is looking and you use your mouth to extract it from your master's pocket. Carefully, you stow the leather jock that now is dark flesh tone in the jowls of your canine mouth.
Your master ties you to a branch, and disappears into the bushes with the three girls. You can smell the sex on them when they return.
Your master quietly grabs your lead and pulls. You rise and follow. The girls are adjusting their clothing and hair and chatting eagerly. You shake your head. With this guy in your body, you'll get a reputation as a slut boy. You roll your eyes, Master has stopped next to a fire hydrant. He cannot really expect you to - you look into his eyes, and sigh. He does, and you don't want to disappoint your master, so you do it.
He grins, "Good, Bruno!" Then he uses a plastic baggie from his pocket to collect the steamy mess you deposited. He drops it in a nearby waste can, and resumes heading for your home.
You begin to think about the jockstrap in your mouth, and what you'll do when you get home. If you ever get home, the jerk keeps stopping to look at his new reflection in the windows as he walks along.
He stops at the Cherry Pie Dinner to say "hi" to some of your buds. They seem more interested in you than him. Hands are all over you, and you like it. You can smell your friends' scents and find them unique. You are most surprised when you realize that Buddy has the hots for you, you've been his friend for years and never noticed. However, from the perspective of a dog it's quite apparent.
He bids his adieus and Buddy tags along with you and your master.