Alexis was experiencing a strange mixture of feelings about Jon as he now was. Part of her was disappointed that he couldn't be a boyfriend anymore, that he was now more or less an animate plush pet. Part of her was worried as to how this was possible. But most of her was deliriously happy, for reasons she couldn't even begin to fathom.
Jon, on the other hand, as a toy dog, was simply ecstatic. His one single feeling was to make Alexis happy, and since she was happy, he was even more so.
Not even when Alexis suddenly dropped him to the ground was his happiness interrupted.
"Oh... oh my..." she stammered, and begin pulling at her shirt. The itchiness he had described with his last human words, it tingled all over her body.
Jon watched diligently and attentively as Alexis began to disrobe with such fervor as to make it seem like her clothes were on fire and her life depended on it. Sure enough, just like him, a small patch of synthetic fur was growing on her underbelly and spreading.
"Oh God, it's happening to me too..." she said in a dreamy voice as the fur spread, and she looked back to Jon, who, she was almost certain, knew this was going to happen somehow as he watched her with an expectant look in his plastic eyes.
She felt bones crackling and fading away, only to be replaced by synthetic polymer stuffing, and her human features melt away into the less-than-realistic details of a stuffed toy dog.
"Rarf!" she exclaimed in joy as she joined Jon in artificial canineness. The two dogs sat there, looking at each other, unsure of what to do next when each was hoisted up by human hands...