As Anna walked along slowly the voice of Circe began it's entwining ways. A young girl must learn with time to cope over the emotions of life. Yet as the ring bound Circe into Anna the girl was being educated more and more every minute of the day.
The mornig passed as Anna listened to Circe's rambling about men and their lusting desire to demine women in general. Anna was told many a story of willful sailors who invaded the Isle of Circe. Men, crude and vile filed with sexual lusts to exploit women and make them slaves unto their demands.
Never having heard such stories in her young life Anna took Circe at face value. A child like faith in her new friend, Anna began to agree with Circe that instead of women being exploited they should give those vile males what they deserve.
As afternoon worked it's way along Anna lay under a spreading old Oak tree along the county byway. As she was listening and remembering all the tails Circe spun the creaking sound of an old truck came over the hill to the West.
Anna sat up to see Old Man Cox the local egg sellor driving his Model T wreck along the shoulder of the road. The old vehicle creaked to a halt as tthe old man raised a hollar to Anna.
"Hey there pretty girl, you want to ride down the road with me?' asked the old gent.
Anna was quickly reminded of her Mother's warning to stay clear the ole' gent as he was much the prevert of the county. Yet from inside her head came new words to suggest she go and bring the man what he did deserve.
To the surprise of Anna and the old man she got up and walked over to his rattling vehicle. "Hello Mr. Cox who's the egg business today?" asked Anna in a pleasent tone.
"It's been a fine day and all my eggs are sold, I got a pocket full of silver and a hankerin' for an ice cream cone!" said Ole' Man Cox.
Anna watched as her left hand reached for the door handle and opening the door she bounced inside on the seat.
The old vehicle lurched ahead and the door slammed shut. A lot of small talk went on as the vehicle went down this road and then that. At last Anna asked where the ice cream store was out here because she saw all too well they drove far out into the woodlands.
Mr. Cox turned to gaze upon Anna and her sweet soft body. His hand moved ever closer as he slowed the vehicle to a stop by the headwaters of McKenna's Creek.
"How about taking a walk down to my fishing shack where I can change into my city clothes." said Mr. Cox.
Again Anna was stunned to hear herself agree.
Jumping out the vehicle she walked ahead the man down a winding foot trail along the cold spring fed creek. A few hundred yards down the trail Anna felt a hand reach up under her tight little butt.
Anna whirled around and starred at the man who by now was stripped down to the waist. "Ice cream, pocket full of silver, a walk down to your fishing shed to change to city clothes, bunk! Mr. Cox I never have seen you in anything but those dirty clothes! Silver in your pocket can't buy me and as for ice cream I think you will over time find having it as a very special treat indeed!" said Anna's voice but totally directed by Circe.
The old man scoffed at her words and as he unbuttoned his jeans they fell to the ground showing his old glory. A smile over Anna's face and her pretty little hand reached out to touch what the old man wanted touched most.
As her hand neared the old glory it rolled over and Circe's ring poked the end of his wrinkled shaft. A spark of bright yellow power jolted the old man to erect status. As he moaned and closed his eyes in that wild moment of lust Anna spoke.
"I Circe, and I Anna do queath to you old man what you love most! Lust even at your age makes you prey on girls and women. I, we hate men and you right now more than all others. You desire me to pleasure you but we say you can pleasure yourself anytime you bend over and lick!"
Old Man Cox's eyes went wide open as he felt the damning power reach into his old body and begin to twist. A scream of terror he fell to shaking knees. A hand reach out as if to beg for his life only to see his fate and form change.
Fingers rolled over as black claws peeked into view. Dark tan skin became dappled light brown and black. Hair sprouted out between cleched fingers and up the arms.
Suddenly the man's old wrinkled face whenced of pains, eyes closed tight shut and teeth clenched down hard.
Anna stepped back as Circe told her to watch and enjoy.
The naked man quickly lost his nakedness as black and brown hair covered the ever changing skin. Anna looked down to see his toes bunch down and like the hands take forms of animal paws.
Moans of pain turned to screams as then to racked howls as Mr. Cox turned his head to the sky. Slowly the man's ears grew out and with the change of skull moved higher. A old broken nose of a long time ago when Jim Samuelson hit the man after showing old glory to his sexteen year old daughter. Now the nose flattened and turn black as lips spread wide.
Groaning, the jaw worked right and left as it protruded out. Human teeth, few as there were rained out to the ground. Quickly new sharp canine teeth worked into the gums with much bleeding and easily seen agony.
"Peeese stooopp!" cried the man in agony.
"No, you are soon to enjoy licking that new glory or yours. A dog of a man deserves to be a dog of a dog! A Mix of breeds a mut shall you be to roan from garbage pile to learn the hunt. Taste will lose meaning as the hunger of the belly drives you to glutton on anything for food. Garbage to horse manure, you won't get fat I trust!" the girl scorned.
Sinking ever down the old man looked more a mix of Mastiff and bloodhound. Arms now legs, legs all hind legs, tail wipped about as thoughts and canine passions flooded into the man's mind. A bark, then another as speach was gone to only the sounds of his doggish self.
Now whether food, friendship, or female company he sat with a pointed red shaft stretching out his hairy black sheath. As Anna petted the top of his hairy head the small spurts of doggy semen shot out his erect new glory.
"See Anna he is far better now! He can be the sexest of dog's and not a soul will think less of him for being what he is and has acted like these past many years!" said Circe to cover her mayhiem.
Anna smiled and with her new doggy friend they walked the path back to the Model T and a long walk home.