The die stopped on top of the messy desk, showing a four. Rob laughed, "See...nothing." Then he paused,
shivering suddenly despite the temperate state of his room. "Wow. Better change the thermostat." He stood and
swayed slightly on his feet, feeling a little unsteady. "Oh wow. I don't feel so good. Maybe I should..." His
stomach heaved and he choked back a mouthful of bile and stumbled into the bathroom, gasping as he leaned over
the toilet, feeling ill but after a moment the feeling left as quickly as it had arrived and he stood up,
leaning on the sink counter and shivering again, his skin itching fiercely. "Oh man. I hope those Chinese
leftovers this morning weren't bad." He clenched his hands on the counter, and blinked, then gasped. The hair
all over his body was becoming a short, smooth, and dark coating that extended all over him. He looked up into
the mirror, mouth hanging wide as the hair spread rapidly from beneath his shirt down his arms and over his
face, the hair on his head shortening rapidly to the same uniform length as the rest of his coat. "What the
hell?" He backed away from the mirror and then moaned again as the changes seemed to speed up, his stomach
rumbling and his whole body aching as his flab disappeared, revealing quickly growing muscles beneath that
stopped well before bulky, well defined and sinewy instead.
Rob lifted his newly defined arms as he felt his shoulders broadening slightly and bulking up, neck
thickening. Turning his hand slowly he watched as his nails turned to a polished black and his palms a
leathery hairless pad distinct from his black coat of fur. He groaned again and grabbed onto the counter for
support as his legs twisted and popped, the bones suddenly creaking and reshaping beneath him, forcing him up
onto his toes and then lengthening the lower portion of his leg, forcing him to stand digitigrade like a dog.
He clutched the counter as if his life depended upon it, the pain disappearing, his clothes hanging strangely
on him and his shoes shredded by the change, his pants feeling tight and constricting on his ass and groin.
Panting slightly, he stared into the mirror as his face changed last of all, pushing out into a sharp triangular muzzle with rust colored fur on it, the teeth beneath sharp and very white, his new broad tongue
lolling out as he panted for air, his ears sharp swiveling points above his head and after another moment he
felt fine. Better than fine. He felt great, but scared. "Wha...what the fuck!" He stared at the
anthropomorphic Doberman Pinscher in the mirror, lean and muscular and inhuman. He continued to pant and then
gasped in realization, running into his room, body moving easily despite the changes. He grabbed the note from
the table and read it again.
"Dear Robert,
This die has the potential to grant all of your wishes, or to cause all of your nightmares. Roll it with the
best of luck. If you do not it will be claimed by someone else.
Best wishes,
The Wizard."
This time though, there was more.
"P.S. I see you have rolled! Well done! I hope you enjoy your new form. For your information rolling the die
transforms you depending on what you roll. Rolling a 4 turns you into a dog-morph. Rolling other numbers may
alter reality further, or return you to human. You never know what might happen!"
Rob blinked and then let out a ragged whine, sitting heavily in his chair, yelping and jumping back up
instantly as he crushed his short tail, realizing his pants no longer came close to fitting him in length,
width, inseam, or any other possible measurement. He stood there for a moment, still breathing heavily, but
finally he felt he had calmed himself, and he wondered what the hell he was going to do next.