Jeff had the hots for Renee, a cute Goth girl. She would never give
him the time of day. He had tried the Goth look to win her, but he
just couldn't pull it off. He pulled off his clothing, and headed to
the bottom dresser drawer where he kept the Goth outfit. He decided
to start with the dog collar, but he was having trouble fastening it.
He went over to the mirror to buckle it. Then the phone rang.
"Hey, Jeff, did you get your Chronivac yet?" Bob asked.
"Oh, yeah, I'm online now."
"So what are going to become?"
"Well, I'm going for the Goth clothing option."
"Oh, your Halloween costume from last year?"
"Well, sort of - I mean it ended up my costume, but I got it to
impress Renee-" Jeff explained.
His computer chimed.
"Okay, Jeff I gotta see this - so where did you get the dog collar?"
Bob asked.
"Damn, you Bob, you hacked my pc again?"
"You gotta get a better firewall, dude! So the collar? Goth store or
pet store?"
"It's our old dog's collar, why?"
"Cause it's all you're wearing and I just activated the Chronivac
sequence."
"No, you didn't!" Jeff dashed to the keyboard, but he was locked out.
"Remote control only, Jeffy. Sit back and enjoy the tf. Oh, damn,
you had the year duration checked. Sorry, I forgot was your old dog a
male or female?"
Jeff yelped, and then began barking madly.
"Well, I guess we'll find out just how precise the Chronivac is about
the dog collar. I mean you're barking so you're going to be a dog,
and not a Goth. But will you be the same breed and gender as your old
dog, or will the Chronivac use your DNA to make you into the most
appropriate canine based on your DNA?"
"Woof! Woof!"
"Oh, you've gotten on all fours, and are sprouting fur. Heh, heh, and
that looks like a muzzle forming. If you don't want to be trapped in
your room, you better open the door, and I'll be over to meet you by
your doggie door."
"Woof, woof, woof!"
"Oh, and I'll bring a leash to take you for a walk in the park. Be
there in 10, bro - I mean, boy or do I mean girl?!"