Hearing a bell I open my eyes in surprise unsure of just how much time has passed.
“Food is in the dish next to you.”
“Huh?”
“Your dog dish. To your right.” The doctor informs watching me closely while writing rapidly in a note book.
My head feeling like its stuffed full of cotton I simply lay on the floor of my cage and stare at the man. “My food?”
“Yes, the sandwich you requested a few moments ago.”
His words spoken slowly and his tone calm I find my nervousness leaving me. Only been asleep a few moments? Can I trust him to tell the truth I wonder as I look over at the wall clock behind him? Was it four or two o clock when I was put in this cage I wonder feeling slightly unsure as I try to remember?
Turning to see what has gotten my attention his eye brows raise slightly at seeing the clock. “Does the clock bother you?”
“No.” The clock ticks too loudly but I dare not tell him that for fear the clock will be taken away. But does it really matter what time it is a part of me wonders.
“Not hungry?”
My food! I forgot all about the food beside me. But at seeing that it has been given to me in a stainless steel dog dish I pause and look toward the doctor.
“You will be eating out of dog dishes a lot as your new self so the sooner you get use to them the better.”
Ok that sounds sensible to me so I pick up the sandwich and begin to eat. Half of the food is gone before I begin to wonder if I can trust them to not drug this food. Dope, they can drug you any time they want so why bother with your food? That little voice in my head really starting to get annoying I close my eyes for a moment.
“Something wrong?”
“Just resting my eyes.”
“Interesting. Does the light level in this room bother you?”
Light? Well it does seem kind of bright in here now that he brings the subject up. “A little.” I admit reluctantly.
Writing more notes he nods his head and pauses looking thoughtful. “I will have the room dimmed for you. And please speak up if you’re in the slightest bit of discomfort. As we wish to make things as easy for you as possible.” He tells me with no trace of emotion but as I watch a smile slides upon his face looking a bit fake.
“Will do.” But as I try to sit up a yelp of discomfort escapes my mouth. Feeling behind me I discover a stub of can only be a growing tail.
“Ah! Excellent! Vocal cords and tail bones have all ready started changing.”
“This turning me into a dog is for real then?” Well I had up to this point hoped maybe this guy was just some kind of wacko. But then what’s that saying about me who let myself get into this mess I think silently.
“Our last male test subject was able to speak as a human till his canine muzzle had fully formed. Going to be interesting to see how your body is affected and at what speed. As he never yelped like you just did this early in the change. Fascinating!”