"...a puppy" Emily says gleefully. Jeff looked horrified for a moment before the changes started to take effect. He looked at his hands and watched the fur creep up his arms to his hands which had already begun to shape itself.
"Emily Stop this" He cried, his voice to sound a bit more winy. He'd already lost some height and the fur was starting to become prominent on his face. "Why?" She replied. "I've always wanted a puppy and you were so mean to me." She added as she began to giggle.
Jeff now collapsed on all fours as his tale began to poke out of his trousers and his New muzzle formed. The changes began to slow now with most of his body fully formed into the small golden retriever his sister had requested. His clothes now fell off revealing a very young looking puppy who appeared overly distressed at the new perdicament he found himself in.
"Hows my widdle puppy dog?" Emily said crouching down and stroking Jeffs new fur. He barked in return and...