Ears flick forward then backwards as Alan simply stands dumbly shocked to the very core of her being. How could Stacy do this? The drawbacks of being in love with someone in the advanced spell cases being all too plain she thinks. As how else was Stacy able to cast a spell that cut threw personal wards set to shield from such pranks? But having a flea or sneeze spell cast on you is hardly at the same level of being transformed! Calm down this is not too bad and I did kind of deserve it. Alan thinks trying to stop the scent of distress becoming so plain to the others. Rest of the world not even existing at this moment Alan can hear nothing but the beat of her own heart. Looking at her friends dumbly as she slips into a sort of spell shock brought about by the transformation. Friends talking to her only gets a slow nod of her muzzle in reply as she drops down to all fours thinking now is a time to have ones paws all firmly upon the ground. But this movement serves to just be a reminder of the new self as the weight of ball sac and sheath so familiar is gone. Tail tucking as if thinking to hide the change her paws are moving before she even knows it. Slinking away into the shadows as Mitch, Dale and Stacy have a moment of conversation among themselves. My wand! Yes I can spell my gender back with the yew wand. Alan thinks finding herself at the dorm entrance as if by magic tongue hanging out panting heavily from the run.
“Sorry miss but no bitches are allowed in the dog dorm after visiting hours. You will have to come back tomorrow to see your dogfriend.” Informs a very large wolfhound. The voice telling you it must be Mike who over sees the dorm in the human world.
“But Mike I must have my wand!” Alan whines close to panic trying to run past the blocking male.
“Do you know Alan by chance?” Mike asks keeping the girl out of the building easily with his large bulk of muscled wolfhound.
“Let me in!” Alan growls finding the stress over the change and now this bringing her close to the breaking point.
Mike sniffs once then shifts his weight. “Would be the pound for the week for a bitch that dared bite someone.” He offers calmly as if able to read minds or maybe a simple judge of body language. “Tina? Maybe you should take charge of the lass and bring her back to your dorm. She smells very distressed over something. Thinking maybe we have a bitch and dog break up gone bad.” The male tells someone else as if Alan is not able to hear every word.
A sleek bitch of the same breed as Mike steps into the porch light of the male’s dorm. “She does smell a bit like one of your dogs here but not too sure that I know her.” Tina replies putting herself between the student and her mate. “Of course we have so many students I do not know them all.”
“I’m not a girl!” Alan snarls daring to show fang now as fur bristles.
Tina sighs and simply waves a paw at Alan casting a spell she has used so many times a wand is no longer needed to aid in the casting. “I will simply not have one of my charges shaming the dorm because a dog broke up with them.” She tells Alan, as magical muzzle forms over the Indian bitch’s nose and mouth causing her to go silent against her will. “Now you going to follow me back to the dorm and not make things worst for yourself? Or will you make me leash you too?”
At this Alan simply lowers her muzzle submissively able to smell the anger of Tina at someone embarrassing her and making it look as if she is a bad den mother of her dorm before a male whom she admires.
“Good now come along dear.” She tells Alan while waving a paw to Mike. “I know how you must feel but there are other dogs at the school. Many even have manners and will not be at your tail all the time.”
These words cause Alan to widen her eyes suddenly understanding what a total jerk she had been around Stacy. Tina having been watching the other bitch closely takes the reaction as a clear yes in having guessed what the problem is. As after all even a poor nose can tell this Indian bitch has been traumatized.
“I know just the thing to help you feel better. A nice warm bath then a good grooming to brush out your fur.” Tina tells her new charge nuzzling against her side in motherly comforting.
A bath! Alan thinks confused on how that will help anything. But another idea comes to mind maybe at the bitch dorm a wand will be within reach? Besides only a teacher can remove this muzzle spell so what choice is there but to go with Tina? Nails clicking on tile bring Alan from her thoughts back to her surroundings. Finding herself all ready within a strange place she licks her nose nervously at the very idea of being within the forbidden girls dorm.
Tina stands on her hind legs and opens a door turning her head to look back at Alan. “Well come here dear.” She more tells then asks her posture and scent so much that of alpha Alan finds herself obeying without thinking about it.
But moving into the room only brings her closer to a steaming pool of water. Tina watching as if to say do not even think about resisting Alan jumps in with a splash.
“No need to go that fast my dear.” Tina replies a bit surprised at the unlady like entrance of the female. But an idea of maybe adding a potion of charm to the bath water suddenly comes to her bringing a smile to her muzzle. Yes the dean frowns upon conditioning the students but having well-mannered bitches moving about the campus has caused him to turn a blind eye to any sort of canine training done within dorm walls.
Alan sits up after a moment finding the pool shallow. The warm water working into her muscles she finds herself relaxing and calming so fast she begins to wonder if the pool is bespelled.
“Would you like a bit of bubble bath as well?” Tina asks holding a rose colored bottle in one paw.
Alan still wearing the muzzle and fearing to earn the displeasure of this alpha female simply nods her head eyes narrowing in sudden bliss as the warmth of the water brings a strange sensation over her body. The sound of something being poured into the water brings Alan’s attention back to Tina.
“Just relax and let the bath take you. As you have had enough suffering for one night my little one.” The hound tells Alan idly pondering how much potion to use then empties the whole bottle thinking this unruly bitch needs all the magical behavior aid she can get.