Ken raised his hand to his chin and thought out loud, "I've always wanted a dog? And you were kind of a pain little bro...but if you were a better brother? One who helped out his big brother, was totally loyal--like a dog. Hey, why not!" And he began grinning and typing.
"Let's see, if you're going to be by boy Friday, I suppose I should make you happy about it. Let's see, Age 16, Build: hm...muscular, Height: hm? Actually, it might be cool to have a little brother bigger than me. I'd kind of get off ordering a big muscle man to pick up my clothes, and clean my bathroom. And like doing it, with your toothbrush! Yeah, I love this personality editor. And now, for your second life, bro, I think my muscular bro would make a prize winning great dane. Slobbering all over the place, and I saw they pay $500.00 for stud fees. Now that would help subsidize my education, and best of all, Jeffy, you would be able to clean up after yourself when I take you for walks in the park. Now let's see, how to activate the change. I know this old dog whistle, I'll blow it into computer mic and calibrate it to your change. 10% for each whistle blast, and a safety password that instantly changes you into a dog (how about down Jeffy boy) and to make you back into a man (stand tall Jeffy boy) that should do it. Now!" Ken hits the final enter key. And turns to watch the desiccated droplet that was Jeff.
The silvery speck, started to moisten and grow. Slowly taking a shifting shape. Not human, not animal, yet somehow both. Ken chortled and rocked back and forth in Jeff's chair with glee. And best of all thanks to normalcy subroutine, whatever happened to him, Jeff would accept as normal. This was they way things were supposed to be.