Turning away from the toys, you think, "This has gone on long enough," and moving across the yard, you approach the hedge and start sniffing about, looking for the opening, stopping every once and awhile to squat down and mark your territory, completely unaware that you are even doing such a thing.
After a bit you find the hole in the hedge, but stop as you puzzle over the fact that it looks smaller, as a voice in your head tells you that you must stay in the yard.
Shaking your head, feeling what feels like your ears shifting atop your head, you decide to ignore the voice as you reason, "Hopefully, by going through this hole, the transformation not only will end, but fully revere itself," but almost stop as you suddenly realise that you cannot remember what you were before you started to turn into a dog.
Squeezing through the hole, you gasp out as something pulls on your head, thinking, "Maybe it is smaller then I thought," but you eventually manage to get your head clear.
As you blink, staring at an area you cannot quite remember if it was or wasn't on the other side of the park, you let your tongue loll out and as you start to pant, not even realising that you are engaging in such an act, you begin to shift your body about, aware that you are suddenly caught on something.
A twig snaps as it comes to your attention it is the collar around your neck that is caught and desperate to get out, you stretch you front legs forward and setting your paws in, you begin to wiggle.
You do not know how long you are at, you mind focusing on the thought of getting loose struggling with the pressing, cramping sensation that is affecting your body, which only really causes you to pause when it is your abdomen, groin and privates being pushed through the shrubbery.
And then you are out, but you are confused for is suddenly dawns on you that not only have you not stopped transforming, but by going through the hedge it has sped the transformation up.
Looking down as best as you can, you let out a whimper that threatens to quickly turn into a howl as you stare at the area where your penis and testicles used to be. Thinking, "Great. I have somehow fully turned into a bitch," as you investigate your new privates, sure that your penis and testicles must be there.
"Silly doggy needs a bath, don't she," a voice cries out and looking in the direction you see a little girl staring at you.
Jumping up, you cry out, "I am not a dog! I am a...," but stop as you realise that what is spilling out of your mouth is the normal barking noises of a dog. And then you really have to wonder what you are.
"Silly doggy wasn't always that way, was she," the little girl coos out as you realise that she is taller then you.
Grinning, the little girl then tells you, "Come play with me doggy and maybe we can do something about your problem," and turning, she starts skipping away from you.
Looking about, realising that you are standing in what appears to be an alleyway, you peer across and take in the park. Something inside your mind, a thought of wanting to go into the park starts to form. Looking back at the girl, who is now looking at you, smiling, you let out a whimper, torn between not wanting to be a bitch and going with the girl, but at the same time wanting to go off into the park to see if you can solve your problems that way.