The two geeky teens who stands first in line quickly moves away from you and stare at you with fear and wonder in their eyes as you rush against the ticket booth. Now you can finally see the donkey booth attendant, who is looking at you with a smile on his face. “Oh, it’s you again… what can I help you with? Maybe you want another dose of my lovely purple?” You suddenly feel very unbalanced and begin to fall forward, but you’re able to support yourself with your hands on the ticket booth. For a short moment attention is focused on your once womanly hands that now are deformed and shortened and your nails that have almost become black dog claws. The booth attendant chuckles and his smiles even more at you. “Or maybe that won’t be necessary…” You feel an anger that begins to build up inside you. “You know why I’m here, I want a cure for me and my friend Becky, you bastard!” You growl at the attendant. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you. But there isn’t any cure… and you really should stop being so bad tempered, anger will make the transformation go faster. You should try to enjoy your last moments as a human…”
It takes a few moments for your mind to understand the full meaning of the information you were just given. “What?! You mean it’s irreversible?! I will become a dog and stay that way for the rest of my life?!” The both attendant nods. “Yeah, you pretty much got the idea but you will also become a canine employee here at Pleasure Island” You stare with doubt right into his eyes. You almost laugh at the idea at working for them, because it’s so unlikely. “There’s no way in hell that I’m going to work for those who transformed me and my friend into dogs!” He just continues smiling and leans a little bit forward and lowers his voice. “Yes, you will. When you are a complete dog you will still have your own human mind, but you will also have some dog instincts. You will have a strong will to obey and please us. Your friend Becky didn’t have any problem with obeying us, and now she’s being relocated to ‘The Northern Shores’ to become a sled dog”
You lips curl up as you begin to growl again. “You won’t get away with this unpunished!” You are about lunge yourself against the ticket booth attendant. You can see that your mouth and nose is quickly pushing out into a muzzle, but you are too angry to stop. But before you can react you see a cloud of purple dust coming right into your face. You hold up one of your former hands, now forepaw to try to protect your eyes, mouth and your rapidly forming muzzle. It doesn’t work well at all and a lot of powder hits your eyes, nose and you breath in some of it into your mouth. “You bastard! You fucARF! ARF!” Your muzzle finishes its growth and you realize that you have lost your ability to speak. “Now be a good dog and SIT!” You hear the attendants command and you obey without thinking. You sit down in front of the ticket booth as the dog you have now become.
The attendant opens a door at the side of the ticket booth, in his hand he holds a black leather collar. He walks up to you and places the collar around your neck and scratches you lightly behind your ears. “Good girl!” Then he grabs your collar and leads you to short but muscular man who holds a leash in his hand. “Find this employee an appropriate working place and take her to it” The leash man nods and says “Sure thing, I will find something that will fit her breed perfectly” He attaches the leash to you collar. “Come here, girl and I will lead you to your new life…” You suddenly realise that you don’t even know what breed you have become and that you breed will determine what kind of work you will have for the rest of your life. You look back at your body to find out what kind of life you will have…