"Okay," you say to yourself, taking a deep breath and watching the mirror as you slowly continue your
metamorphosis. "I'm turning into a dog. Okay. I can deal with this. I can."
Still, you decide it's best to make sure you're not dreaming. With an awkwardly clumsy pawlike hand, you
reach over to your left arm and give it a sharp pinch, the fingernails that seem more clawlike than standard
nails doing the job quite nicely.
"Nope," you nod affirmatively. "Not dreaming. Definitely not dreaming. Ooooohhhh boy. Okay."
Still. It didn't feel BAD. In fact, you had to admit, it felt... good. Enjoyable. A small rush of
endorphins in your hindquarters reinforces that, and you can feel your legs shifting to a more quadripedal
position. You glance down to look at them, and yes, they are definitely dogs' legs now. A bit baldish still,
but definitely dog legs. You find your tail wagging at this new development.
"Okay," you find yourself saying that alot, as you still really have to convince yourself, it seems, that this
is actually real. Not a hallucination.
"Oooohhhh, oh, that's nice," you gasp, feeling your face push out into a canine muzzle. A longer tongue laps
at the air, longer, pointed ears hearing things all the more clearly. The hum of electricity in the lights
above, the whoosh of air conditioning keeping the room nice and cool despite this heat inside you as you
continue to change. As the fur grows thicker on your skin.
"Almost... almost there..." you grunt slightly as your spine repositions itself some. No more walking on two
legs here. You find yourself wanting it now. You can't really explain it, but you WANT to be a dog. You
NEED to be a dog.
Finally, it seems to stop, seems to slow down and grind to a complete halt. You glance over at the mirror,
and see a beautiful purebred German Shepherd looking back at you. Mostly blonde, with black patches along the
back and in the face.
"Wow," you whisper, surprised that you can still speak. Surprised that your voice still SOUNDS like your own.
The change was complete. You didn't resemble anything humanoid at all anymore, and yet - you still had a
voice. YOUR voice. You were still yourself, even though you were now a dog.
And you were exhausted. Changing into a new shape was exhausting. You wanted nothing more than to just lie
back down in your doggie bed and sleep the night away. You trod your way back over to the bed, stumbling a
bit on all fours as you're still not used to this mode of locomotion, and curl up into a tight ball on the
bed. It's not long at all before you've drifted off to sleep for the night.