A strange feeling spreads itself over your entire body, making you feel numb and itchy like when a limb has gone to sleep from holding it in the same position too long. It starts around your neck, but you were unaware of it until now as your happiness was much stronger then this feeling. And you realize that your happiness was masking this new feeling and making it unnoticeable until now.
You look down at your body and see that it still looks almost completely human. But somehow you know that your body isn’t going to stay that way for very long. A fact that strangely enough doesn’t worry you one bit though.
Small white hairs start to push out from the back of your hands. And as you lift your hand closer to your face, you feel a conflict between the feelings in your mind. One part knows exactly what’s happening and it wants something to happen so that you go on your walk with your new friend. But the other part makes you a bit worried and it tries to tell you that there’s something really wrong about this. You make a half-hearted attempt to brush off the fur on one of your hands with the help of your other hand.
The lady in front of you tilts her head slightly.
"You don’t like your new fur coat? I think it makes you look ruggedly handsome and I think you should try to get use to it. As you will be growing a lot more of it, my shaggy friend."
You meet her eyes for a moment before you’re distracted once more. A pressure has begun to work on your chest. The pressure on your chest feels like two hands are pressing on the sides of your ribs making your chest broader and deeper. You then watch and then feel the kennel lady grabbing you by the shoulders. She pushes you down into a squatting position until your hands are resting on the ground between your legs. The worried part of your mind tries desperately to figure out what’s wrong while the other part tries to reassure you that this is the normal way for you to sit.
You slide your tongue out of your mouth twice and touch and lick your cold nose. Without you noticing it, your tongue stretches itself a bit more to reach your nose. But you’re too busy looking at your hands to take notice. They’re now almost covered by a layer of thick, white fur that is almost shaggy in texture. You can see and feel the bones in your hands shrink and move into new positions. Your fingers become stubby and inflexible. Your thumbs are pulled away from your fingers by the narrowing of your palms. You give the kennel lady a questioning look from underneath bushy eyebrows and look at the expression on her face, trying to figure out how you should be reacting to this. She smiles and caresses your furry cheek with the palm of her hand. Without thinking, you push your elongating furry face into her hand, sniff it and then lick. You suddenly get a good view of your nose.
"That’s a good boy, you’re doing just nicely. A few more changes and you’ll be ready for your walk with me."
She caresses both of your cheeks and then she moves her hands past them and gently grabs onto your ears. She starts to pull at them gently, stretching them and moving them higher up your head. When she lets go of them, your ears feel bigger- too big to stand erect on their own. They drop to the sides of your shaggy fur-covered head. At the same time that is happening to you, you feel as if a snake was crawling down one of your pant legs. And something between your legs is also starting to feel uncomfortable. It feels like something is being squashed. You look over your shaggy fur-covered shoulder at your back and let out a whine of discomfort.
"Stand." Your friend, the kennel lady, tells you.
You quickly turn to look back at her. But you can barely see her smile as something white and dark gray begins to grow over your eyes.
"Stand." Your friend tells you again.
You slowly get up on your feet with more difficulty than you thought it would be. Your tongue slides out once more to lick your nose, only this time it slides right between your split upper lip instead of over it.
"Let’s get you out of those uncomfortable shoes and pants"
She comes up to you and allows you to lean your body against hers for support. She then starts to unbutton your jeans and loosen your belt. You watch with interest as her hands pull down your pants
Your legs are covered with a shaggy layer of fur, just like your hands. Only the fur is a dark gray with a touch of white at what use to be your feet. The feeling of something being squashed disappears much to your relief as your pants come down. You feel happiness once more and then you feel something brushing against your buttocks. As you look back once more over your shoulder, you see something small wagging back and forth as it pokes its way out from under your underwear. The fur on it has the same color as the fur on your almost bear-like legs. For a moment you watch it, your mind going blank with confusion. The docked limb’s wagging slows down. Your mind explodes with the realization that she is doing something to you. She’s changing you into a large, shaggy sheepdog! You have to do something before its too late!