“All right Lady,” said Paul's mom, approaching Tim and attached a leash to his collar. “Time to take you to
the vet to get your shots.”
Tim instantly stiffened in panic.
“No, please Mrs. Hodgson, not that! It's me – Tim!” shouted Tim.
But Paul's mother could only perceive Tim's words as the barking of a dog.
Tim tried desperately to resist her but discovered much to his chagrin that he now only had the strength of a
small dog. Paul's mom was easily able to drag him (kicking and screaming) from the dog house, across the front
lawn, and into the back seat of the car.
This is a nightmare, thought Tim during the long car drive. I'm trapped in the life of my best friend's dog,
nobody can understand me, and the dog is out there living my life and believing she's really me! How am I ever
going to get out of this?
Finally, Mrs. Hodgson pulled into the veterinarian's office, located way out on the edge of the town. It
consisted of a large clinic building surrounded by kennels and a big fenced-in pasture for the animals to get
out and enjoy exercise and fresh air.
Tim didn't even try to resist Mrs. Hodgson this time. Glumly, he followed along where she led him with the
leash, padding compliantly on all fours.
After a short wait in the lobby, they were led back to the examining room. The veterinarian was a tall, thin,
attractive woman in her mid-thirties. She wore a white lab coat, but aside from that seemed to be an
outdoorsy, country girl, with her hair done up in a sensible ponytail and well-tanned skin from spending
plenty of time outside with animals.
Tim blushed with humiliated embarrassment at being examined (naked!) by this pretty looking woman. He sat
still while she examined him. Even though she wound up touching Tim's exposed and very male genitalia during
the examination, she concluded by turning to Paul's mom and remarking: “She certainly is a healthy girl.”
Not knowing what else to do, Tim sighed in utter frustration at his predicament.
Next came the shots – three of them, in quick succession, all in his upper thigh. And even though Tim cursed
in pain with each one, the veterinarian and Paul's mom only heard the high-pitched yipping and yapping of a
whimpering dog.
After all this humiliation and utter degradation, Tim couldn't believe what he heard next.
What next?