You reach up and touch your new nose gingerly. Although you don't have a muzzle, your nose has changed texture and color. It also feels a little rough, almost leathery to the touch, and it is a bit cold and wet. You twitch your nose a bit, wishing that it would go back to normal, but you don't have any such luck.
Panicked, you run back to where you left the bottle of BOD. Now you finally realize what BOD must stand for; the new nose gave it away. BOD stands for Body of Dog.
Frantically, you examine the bottle for any sort of instructions or directions. However, you now find that there is nothing else written on the bottle apart from what you have already read: no directions, no ingredients, nothing...and no indication how long this change may last. At least the fur you can shave, but are you now stuck with a dog nose for the rest of your life?
While your mind is reeling, your nose begins to twitch again, but this time in pleasure. Something smells incredible, so incredible your mouth starts to water. As you literally follow your nose over to your second-story window, your eyes rove over the neighborhood for a source to the enticing scent. You see nothing in the immediate vicinity, but as you look further away, you see a bit of smoke rising from a backyard a few blocks over.
It must be a barbecue! you think to yourself, proud to have discovered the source. Only after this thought goes through your head do you realize there is no way you could have smelled the cooking meat from so far away. Hmm, maybe having this nose isn't all bad...
However, as you return to the mirror, you realize that you can't just go around outside with a dog's nose, you'll garner way too much unwanted attention. Raising the bottle of BOD which you are still carrying, you make a decision. You decide to...