Dorah licked her lips in anticipation as she watched the attractive man coming in her direction. She was so eager to try out her new ring that she didn't pay much attention to whether or not she should. As soon as she had set her eyes on him, she raised the ring and pressed down.
There was a sharp flash of light. Dorah felt a soothing aura of numbness wash over her, like being suspended in a warm ocean. She rapidly lost feeling all over her body. Then, just as quick as it started, her vision and sense of touch were coming back.
She squinted. Something was up. Her vision was mostly back her colors looked all dull and some shapes are harder to focus on. Dorah inhaled just a bit and a sledgehammer of smells was swung into her face. She cautiously too another breathe, eyes closed. 'Oh, wow,' she thought, as she realized she could smell the falafel cart three blocks down the road. She was a little amazed at her rewired senses but they were starting to add up fast. "No. Oh, no way," ruffed Dorah, slinging a paw up over her muzzle, the closest thing to a facepalm she was capable of. Shoot, now she'll need to wait for this to wear off.
Dorah steadily stood up on all fours and realized she could move around with an uncanny ease, if she just didn't think about it and relied on instinct. "Wow, this is actually kinda fun!" she said, going faster and faster until she was just running in a circle.
"Rrrroouffh!! Hey, you smell pretty nice, for a stray!" growled a very masculine and authoritative voice. Dorah had forgotten all about the pooch she had accidentally pointed at. While exploring her new body, the man walking his dog had gotten close enough for the lustful hound to want to do the same thing... His member already poking it's way out and his musky scent was wafting into Dorah's sensitive nose. "I love a good street dog, chica! How about you come to my place tonight?"