Had you known the word Anthropomorphic, you would have used this word to describe your current form. But, seeing as your mind is slowly shifting so that it is seventy five percent six year old human and twenty five percent Bull Terrier, the word escapes you at the moment as you sit on the toilet, doing your business.
Five minutes ago, you had felt the call of nature and telling the little girl...who you suddenly remember is called Annabel..."Excuse me," you stand and moving over to a bare section of lawn, you hike up your dress, squat down and prepare to pee.
Laughing, Annabel tells you, "You are no longer a doggy, Cupcake. You may look like one, but you are more human than Doggy," and taking you by the paw, which had shifted at some point so that you have three fingers and a thumb (but still the pad where your palm would be), she leads you into the house and toward the bathroom.
Reaching for some toilet paper, thinking this bit of information over, you also suddenly realise that your name is Chrissie and that Annabel only calls you Cupcake because she heard your mother calling you that.
Sighing, you shake your head and sliding off the toilet, you look down at your body, taking in your white fur, your digitigrade feet and think, "I cannot shake this feeling that I am somebody else. Somebody who isn't female and who isn't human dog," and flushing the toilet, you pad over to the sink, climb up onto a stool and start to wash your hands, thinking as you do so, "And I do not think I am six years old."
Confusion flooding your mind, you let yourself out of the bathroom, your tail wagging back and forth and upon seeing you, Annabel asks, "If it is all right with you mommy, would you like to spend the night?"
Stopping, thinking, "Something's not right," you eventually nod in response.
Squealing with delight, Annabel goes tearing through the house, crying out, "Cupcake might spend the night! Cupcake might spend the night!" over and over before her mother tells her to quiet down.
Meanwhile, you wander back out into the backyard and looking about, you eventually pick up a dolly that something in your mind tells you belongs to you. Hugging the plush animal close to your chest in a motherly fashion, you move across the yard, stopping just at the fence and gate.
Peering out, you see the alleyway and across the way another fence and gate. Troubled, you step out into the alleyway, sure that the fence wasn't there before and walking across the way, you reach out and you push the other gate open.
Peering through the gateway, you take in the park that you are sure you where once lost in, but cannot quite remember when that was. Behind you, the voice of Annabel calls your name and turning back, you peer at her yard, a feeling of safety and friendship washing over you.
Turning back to the park, something tugging in your mind, wanting you to go forward, you let out a whimper, something you realise, your subconscious tells you, that you haven't done since you were a baby and couldn't talk.
Behind you Annabel calls out your name, not Cupcake, and after a moment adds, "Your mommy says that it is okay for you to spend the night."
Torn, still whimpering, knowing something was off, knowing that you are not supposed to be the female creature you are right now, but confused on who you are supposed to be, you finally let go of the gate and turning, listening as it closes, you figure, "If I can't remember, then it must have been a dream." And padding across the alleyway, you mind slipping further and further into the six year old female Anthropomorphic Bull Terrier you have become, you call out, "But I have nothing to wear."
A giggle answers you and as you step back into the yard and close the gate behind you, Annabel tells you, "Your mommy will be over with a change of clothes."
Giggling in return, completely forgetting everything that happened before you came into this yard the first time, you let out a playful yip and taking off across the yard, you ask, "Can we still play tea-party while we wait for my mommy?"