“Becky!” you howl lifting your nose to the sky to give voice to your fear and loneliness. Tail curling slightly over your back as you almost take on a classic wolf howling at moon pose. But when people stop to stare at you its clear its time to move on. Its then that your underwear slips partly down one leg causing even more people to look at you oddly. “Could someone point me to the nearest ladies room?” you blurt out feeling embarrassment reddening your cheeks. Several woman point to a near by shop which you enter quickly without even looking to see what kind of shop it is before your ripped underwear end up around your ankles. A mirror behind the counter greeting your searching eyes you stare in stunned shock at the dog girl that looks back at you. Nose looking as if it was dipped in ink; face covered in soft fuzz to the point that you would find a razor very handy. Its then that you take a quick sniff of the place you find yourself in as the room scents assault your now keen sense of smell. As if a coat of ice is melting about you slowly having dog features begins to seem normal to you. Tail even taking on a bit of a wag your torn underwear falls about your feet only to be idle kicked off as you do not even give the now useless garment a second thought.