I feel the injection start to spread through my body. "What does this do?"
The Doctor smiles, apparently ple3ased that I am cooperating so well. "We are preparing your body fo the change. This will scramble your DNA code, stir up the patterns in your body. Then I will inject the Wolfhound pattern and your cells will use it to reform themselves."
I am feeling hot and weak. My body feels like it is melting. "Do I have to be a Wolfhound? I don't mind being a dog, but I'd rather be a bigger breed."
The doctor frowns. "I had the wolfhound already prepared, but since you are being so good about all of this, I'll see what I can do." He goes over to the table and searches through some vials quickly. "There isn't much time. Aha! Here it is! You'll like this one. The biggest dog in the world! I got a blood sample from him last week. A Neapolitan Mastiff that weighs almsot 290 pounds and has a 36-inch neck! More like a small pony that a dog, really!"
He approaches you with a new needle. "Are you ready? Once I inject this, you will become a Mastiff and nothing will change that."
I nod. If I have to be a dog, I might as well go for the gold.
There is a stinging as he pushes the needle into your arm, and then a feeling of heat. You gasp as you see dark brown hair pushing out around the injection point.
The doctor smiles as he removes the empty syringe. "You'll be a 3 year-old male, in perfect health. A champion breeder. Too bad you'll only live anoth five or six years."