Jack watched you disappear into your room, wanting to keep at you in hopes that you would get the idea on how late the two of you were going to be...especially if you're to meet Renard, the Fox-Man living one floor below.
Instead he heaves a sigh and heads for his room. Inside, he looked at the box containing his costume, a Anthropomorphic Wolf with a pair of baggy green overalls, and begins to get undressed.
Jack had bought the costume earlier from the Second Skin costume shoppe, but unlike you he didn't feel the need to try the costume on before getting it home. "I wonder what people would have said if they saw me walking about with it on," Jack wondered to himself as he opened the top.
Inside was a costume, neatly folded, but looking off. Bothered by the appearance, Jack picked it up and then groaned as he noticed that it was an Dog-Girl costume, probably of the species Chihuahua.
"Well this is certainly going to throw off the theme for this evening," Jack thought as he let his thoughts drift to the Red Riding Hood outfit you are going to wear and the Woodsman Outfit Renard is supposed to be wearing.
Curious about something, Jack wondered if the costume would even fit. "Maybe I could use this next Halloween," he thought as he slipped a foot into one of the back paws.
It was snug and Jack thought it was rather form fitting. Liking it, feeling really turned on for some reason, Jack slipped his other foot into the remaining back paw and with some difficulty pulled the costume up and over his crotch and finally stopping at his waist line.
A tingling sensation could be felt in his privates and Jack thought this might have something to do with his penis and testicles pressed tightly against his body. Holding the costume in place, he brushed a hand across the female genitals and thought, "They are so life like. It is almost as if I actually have the private parts of a girl rather then a boy."
Wondering what Bryon, his boyfriend, would say, Jack struggled with the costume and continued to pull it on. When it was finally on all the way up to his shoulders, Jack tried to reach behind and zip it up, but to his surprise it was already zipped up in the back. Head piece in hand, Jack thought, "Must be some sort of new technology."
Looking down at the short black fur, Jack brushed a paw across his chest and confirmed that there where indeed six erect teats. "I don't like this," Jack thought, but instead decided to finish what he had started and slowly pulled the mask on.
The moment it had covered his head and the eyes and snout were properly aligned with his eyes, nose and mouth, Jack doubled over as a wave of pain rocked his body. Dropping to the floor, Jack felt as if someone had put him in a vice-grip and had begun to squeeze. Tighter and tighter the band of pain grew and Jack came close to passing out. But then, just as quickly as it started, the whole thing stopped and Jack tried to stand up.
Only to flop back down onto the floor. Worried, he tried again with the same results. Standing in his room, Jack suddenly realised that he could no longer walk on two legs. Horrified, he poked his snout into the box, hoping to find something that would allow him to get out of this situation, but all he found was a purple and pink dog collar.
Picking it up in his mouth, Jack pulled it from the box and tried to read it. To his wonderment, the letters simply didn't process. "I need better light, is what I need," Jack thought as picked the collar up and trotted out of his room and into the hallway.
Setting the collar down, Jack tilted his head one way and then another, but still he couldn't read what was written on the tag. A shadow falls over him and looking up, he suddenly sees you. Joy floods over Jack and jumping up, he begins to cry out to you, "Vicky. You've got to help me. Somehow I have been turned into a Chihuahua bitch. And this isn't even the right costume."
But all that comes out of Jack's mouth are excited yips and barks. You, distracted with the back of your dress, step over the dog, glance down and then without really paying attention, you slip the dog collar on around Jack's neck and then telling the dog, "Really Sophia. You need to stop removing your collar," you disappear into the bathroom, your thoughts on finishing your costume...which you have decided to wear with out the human looking part...and meeting Renard at the party later on.
Jack meanwhile is having an even worse time then before. Horrified that you didn't even understand you, his terror grew even more when you fastened the collar on around his neck and then was absolutely terrified at what happened next.
Inside his head, the conscious of a one and half year old Chihuahua bitch was inserting itself, forcing out Jack's old life. Scared beyond belief that he was now becoming a bitch in mind as well as body, he attempted to fight the changes. As he lay on the floor, fighting the changes, you came out of the bathroom, picked Jack, or as you now knew her as Sophia, and deposited her into the bathroom.
As she sat on the bathroom floor, which now had a dog bed, food and water bowls and some newspaper laid down so that Sophia could do her business if necessary, Jack/Sophia asked herself, "How...did...I...get...into...this...mess...and...how...do...I...get."
The end of the sentence, which was painful to think in the first place to think, ended with a sharp spike of pain and Jack passed out.