A sense of trepidation washed over Jen as the phone line went dead,
“It’s just a stupid legend” she told herself, but she knew something was wrong when she became hotter and hotter.
The assortment of Garments that Jen was currently wearing rapidly started to burn her skin, unaware that she was yelping and whining like a dog she tore at the clothes. Ripping the bra, sock and skirt to shreds the burning sensation subsided leaving her standing naked in her bedroom.
“Oh my gosh! The curse... it’s real!” She squealed as she tried to reach down for the phone that she’d dropped in her panic. But as she bent double a massive force in her ass pushed her onto all fours as a dog’s tail erupted from the bottom of her spine.
She looked down her naked body at the fleshy protrusion as it grew a coat of hair the same colour as the hair on her head. The erupting tail had hurt and with bleary eyes she looked back in front of her again, only she wasn’t in her room anymore.
Jen had somehow been transported downstairs; she was now in the kitchen, naked and on all fours with a dog’s tail. She started to cry, Kyle had made her some kind of dog-girl freak and she couldn’t even stand up, no matter how hard she tried.
Suddenly there was a noise from the hallway...