As you get drunk, you continue to change into a dog. At least that's what you think but you're also too drunk to care. Otherwise it's a great
party. The music is wonderful and you find yourself playing with the other "pets" and having fun.
Eventually, the party winds down. You don't remember going home but you do remember sleeping on Jack's bed just like a dog would. Your
dreams are full of the joy of being a dog and it's perfectly fine with you that you are now Jack's dog.
In the morning though, you have a severe hangover, worse than you've ever had. You sleep in and when you do wake up, you realize Jack isn't
there. You hop down on the floor and go looking for him on all fours.
You find him in the living room watching television. You sit on the floor and look up at him.
Jack looks at you, "Did you have fun last night?"
"Great party. I'm really hung over though. Are you planning on keeping me as your dog forever?"
Jack laughs, "Of course not. It was just for the party. Look at yourself. You're already human."
You look down and see your own naked skin. You're not as hairy as you were and there are no dog like features at all. Even your penis is now
laying exposed with no sheath.
"Oh," you sigh trying to sound happy but you feel a little disappointed. "So, I have to go to work on Monday."
"Yep, but don't be disappointed. You can still be my dog sometimes."
You smile and lick Jack's hand. Then you jump on the couch.
"Down. Down boy. You know you're not allowed on the furniture."
You hear the voice in your head say "bad dog" as you sit back down on the floor where you belong.