I wanted to go someplace private, where we wouldn't be interrupted. And I realized the perfect place: Dr. Von Hauser's office, where she talked to her patients --
in private!
A few people stared at me as I walked in the office building with a poodle. I assured one lady that the dog was well-trained. Luckily, when I got on the elevator, it
was empty.
A few mintues later, I walked into Dr. Von Hauser's office. Her receptionist, Nancy, a hot black woman, was sitting at her desk.
"I'm sorry, Joe," she said. "The doctor's out sick. Hey! You can't bring that dog in here!"
"Sure I can," I said. "Believe me, she belongs here!"
"Take her out, right now, or I'll grab the leash and drag her out myself."
I looked around the reception area. No one else was there. And then I noticed the aquarium full of goldfish.
"You see that fish tank?" I asked her.
"What about it?" Nancy said.
"I wish you would turn into a goldfish inside the aquarium!"
Dr. Von Hauser yelped in horror as Nancy shrank inside her outfit, and then vanished. At the same time, I saw a new goldfish suddenly materialize inside the tank.
"Don't worry," I said. "I'll change her back. Unless I forget."
I chuckled as I pulled Dr. Von Hauser into her office. God, I was being a bastard. But I was enjoying it. I closed the door behind us, and then looked at the
poodle and said "I wish you'd turn back into yourself."
As if I were watching a slow-motion morph, I saw the tail recede into the hindquarters. The back legs stretched out and became jointed, while the front legs turned
into human arms. I could see a couple of little dog nipples vanish, while the fur went into the upper body. The muzzle retracted, and the nose changed from black to
flesh, and the eyes turned from brown to blue. In about a minute, Dr. Von Hauser was sitting on the floor, naked -- except for the little blue bow in the middle of
her -- poodle cut! She sat up, then rested on her bottom and winced.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I got shots at the vet!" she groaned. I tried not to laugh.
"Stand up and let me get a good look at the new you."
"Can I take the leash off?" she asked. I nooded, and she unbuckled the collar and stood.
I did chuckle when I looked at her. Besides the tight "afro" haircut with the bow she now had, I immediately noticed that her crotch was hairless!
"You shave?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "The vet did that, too!
"Now, please -- I beg you -- and let me do it as a human. Leave me alone. I won't tell anyone about this. They'd never believe me. PLEASE!"