Somehow Chad suppressed his urge to howl when a fire engine raced by, and when Bill blew that gawdawful
whistle again. The day was weird, and the weirdest part was Chad kept ending up in the wrong part of the
school. He'd leave one class or lunch or whatever, and for some reason he'd just follow the people in front of
him like he was part of a pack. He almost followed a group of girls from his math class into the girls
restroom. Fortunately, a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Whoa, you looked totally zoned out. You almost followed those girls into the girls restroom," Rick said, "Now
let's get to class, Chad."
Rick led Chad three buildings over to the Biology Class. He plopped Chad down in the desk next to the pencil
sharpener in the back of the classroom, and set his backpack down at the desk across from Chad. Then he went
to sharpen his pencil.
"Oh, Chad mind if I reach across to my back pack, I figure I might as well sharpen all my pencils."
"No prob, Rick," Chad answered.
Rick leaned across Chad' desk and reached down to open his backpack on the floor by his desk. Chad got a face
full of Rick's ass. Strangely, he found himself to lean forward and sniff Rick's butt. It took Rick over a
minute to get his pencils. When he stood up, his butt hit Chad in the face.
"Sorry dude," he muttered or giggled? Chad wasn't sure. He was really disoriented. He didn't yet realize he
was being reoriented from a hominid mindset to a canine one.
Rick sharpened his pencils. The bell rang. He sat down.
Ms. Sharpe began her lecture, "Students today is Pet Awareness Day, so we are going to deviate from the lesson
plan and text book to discuss the status of pets in America today. Most specifically, I want to stress to you
the importance of spaying and neutering animals." She pulled down a chart of showing a cutaway anatomy of a
male dog.
"There are several ways to neuter dogs, and it is really humane and best for the animal that they are
neutered."
Chad felt his balls and cock shrink in his jeans in spite of the leash tugging at them. He shuddered as she
peeled off the clinging plastic balls from her chart. "Now if you like your animal to look whole, you can
always use prosthetic balls. They come in silicone and metal," she said.
Rick whispered, "How'dya like a set of real brass balls?" he snickered.
Chad felt strangely uncomfortable. His eyes were bothering him. The colors seemed to blur together. Oh, he
could see but he was sure if Rick's shirt was red or blue or green. He stared hard and concentrated, but he
just couldn't figure out the color, and the sweaty stench coming from Rick's body was so intoxicating.
"Chad?"
The teacher was asking him a question. What was it?
"Could you repeat the question, Ms. Sharpe?" Chad asked.
The teacher sighed softly.