At some point, he wasn't sure when, Mike had become seperated from Sei. Wandering down one hallway after another, he called out periodically, "Sei? Were are you man?" But no answer ever presented itself.
What made everthing else weird was that every once in awhile, Mike could have sworn he saw someone, but when he reached the spot he saw the person, no one was there.
Sighing in frustration, he called out once again for Sei, got no answer and continued onward. At one point, he came to some stairs going down, but figured he would stay on the floor he was currently on. "After all. I don't want to go down and risk that Sei might miss me somehow," Mike reasoned as continued.
After a bit of wandering, taking one turn in the corridors after another, completely turned around, he figured that maybe he should try looking in a couple of rooms.
Looking at the doors, hoping that they weren't locked, he began to first test the handles. After a bit he came upon a door that had a label affixed to it. Gazing at it, reading '...chs ..ly' Mike tried to figure out what it originally said.
Taking a step back he looked at the door next to it, read 'S.. .f . ..t.h'. o..y' he gave it up as a lost cause and looked at the door on the other side, saw that it was even worse and then asked himself, "Is it even worth checking in here? Suppose Sei has left? Or maybe found his way downstairs?"
Torn between several different desicions, Mike finally made up his mind and pushed open the door that read '...chs ..ly' and looked in to the gloomy room.
Before him was a bedroom that looked like it was designed as a room to pamper somebody's beloved pet. An ornate bed rest against one wall, a stand with various brushes and combs rested on another wall. Stepping in and looking around, Mike saw a chest with overflowing dog toys and a door that when he pushed it open, he found himself looking at a grand bathroom.
Thinking, "Sei would definitly not be in here," Mike turned to leave, but paused.
Turning around, he felt as if something was calling out to him. Looking around the room, he asked, "Is someone there? Johnny? Erick? Ryan? If that's you, it's not funny." But nobody answered.
Shrugging, Mike turned to leave, but stopped as he suddenly realised that he didn't want to leave and that he belonged in this room. Fighting, he watched as if from a distance, as he slowly pulled his shirt off. Reaching down, he undid the laces on his shoes and kicking his shoes off, slowly pulled the socks from his feet.
Feeling the plush carpet beneath his toes, Mike struggled to gain control of his actions. Instead he reached down and unzipped his fly and undid the button on his pants.
Telling himself, "No! This is all wrong," he instead shucked off his pants and began to pull off his underwear.
Within minutes Mike was standing nude in the room, torn between feeling comfortable and wanting to get the hell out of the room. Finally he began to walk forward, his mind made up.
Opening one of the three drawers on the stand, he took out a small pink dog collar with a diamond studs, a distemper and shots tag and a tag that read 'Duchess'. Thinking it looked pretty and that he would look cute with it on, Mike put the collar on and then looked in a small mirror.
Barking with joy, and thinking it odd that he couldn't talk, Mike dropped to all fours and began to clean himself. Raising a leg slightlt, he bent down and began to run his tongue over his genitals.
As he he cleaned his penis and testicles, they first began to shrink and then fold in on themselves. As this happening, the pubic hair took on a light, golden brown colour and started to spread. After a minute Mike, who was starting to think of himself as Duchess, began to lick his chest. As he, now clearly a she, did this, the teats appeared and the brown fur spread to her andomen and chest.
Licking a paw, she groomed her head and started the changes up there. Mike/Duchess's hair changed colour and grew shorter, all the while her ears took on a more pointed appearance and migrated to the top of her head.
Within moments the transformation was complete as she finally shrank down to the normal size for her breed. Barking excitedly, the chihuahua bitch raced about the room. Inside her head, a small voice that still belonged to Mike screamed and pleaded to be changed back and not left in such a form. But nobody heard and after awhile, Duchess completely took over and the voice was silenced.