Wandering out of the basement, Max paused at the door leading outside, listening as someone called, "Erica. Come hear girl."
Suddenly wanting to be outside, to run to the person calling, to bark and yip and play, Max thought about doing just that, the smells calling to him the most. And then he told himself, "No," and turning, he began to make his way upstairs to his apartment.
As he moved upward, his mind slowly shed its doggy self, making way for the more dominant human mind. But even though his mind was more human now then dog, Max was still confused.
He had memories of fighting for one of his mother's teats alongside several other squirming figures - which conflicted with his memories of what his mother told him, which was that she bottle fed him rather than breast feeding him.
He had memories of being paper trained so that he was house-broken and would only make messes outside rather than inside; but he also remembered his mother potty training him, teaching him a how to sit down and pee in the toilet, which was a good thing compared to making messes in his pants all the time - and then teaching him that he needed to wipe after each time...which applied to when he went to take a poo.
Bothered by all this and other memories that conflicted - such as how he was supposed to be six foot two, not five foot two, and how he played football in high school and could have played football in college if he hadn't had had a serious knee injury.
Letting himself into his apartment, Max dropped the amulet on the table and then looking about the apartment, he immediately decided that first thing he needed was get a set of clothes that weren't so large on him. Dropping his keys onto the table, next to the amulet, he made his way toward his bedroom, slowly starting to remove the garments he was wearing, starting with the shirt and kicking off his shoes and socks.
Moments later, confused and wearing only a button-down shirt that was open, exposing anyone that would happen to walk into the apartment at that moment to his four breast buds, his A size breasts, a tail and what was clearly a female's vulva.
This also confused Max the most, because he thought of himself in the pronouns of 'He', Him', and 'Himself', even though it was clear that he had a feminine body.
Hugging himself, liking the way the shirt pressed against his body, Max picked up the amulet. Looking at it, he thought, "My problems started only after I had picked up this thing," as he gently traced the picture on the front of the amulet.
Walking into the kitchen, Max got himself something to drink and the then, wandering into the living room, he sat down on the couch still staring at the amulet. Wondering if had anything to do with why his mind, at one time, perceived his world in much the same fashion a dog would. Unable to come up with an answer, he layed down on the couch, curled up underneath a comforter that had been draped over the back, thinking that he couldn't remember ever having put it there.
Thinking, "Maybe if I sleep on it answers will provide themselves," Max drowsed and then gently fell asleep, unaware that his apartment was changing around him.