[rehtlh]

Whoa, the week really got away from me! College sure keeps me busy. Anyway, because I made you wait, I decided to make it longer than I had originally intended. Hope you like it! *arf!*


Me to Dog

The empty vial lay in front of me on the table. They said we would be together forever if I just put on this tight necklace, drank this vial, and waited. I know I should have thought it through better because it made next to no sense, but the promise was just too good to pass up. I was willing to risk it all for them.

So I sat there in the strange room not sure at all what to expect. It was pretty basic, as far as rooms go, and looked like it was where they would often keep the dog, judging from the basket bed in the corner and the food and water dish lying next to it. The dishes were full, as if the dog had ignored them completely. I wondered where it was, but found my mind returning to the task at hand as my eyes again fell on the empty vial. Had I taken poison just now? I began to regret my decision when I started to feel somewhat light headed. With the light headedness came panic. What had I done?? I must have been crazy to swallow a vial full of unknown liquid. How could I have let myself get so wrapped up in the thought of being with someone that I would put my own health on the line like this?

The woozy feeling eventually subsided, however, and was soon replaced with heat. It started slow but began to build immensely until I was burning up so badly, I was practically panting. I threw off my jacket but it didn’t seem to help much. The room spun for a second before righting itself as I went to stand up. My tongue felt heavier with every second as I allowed it to hang from my mouth to possibly relieve some of the heat. My thoughts were wild and scattered as I attempted to leave the room that I had been left in only to find that it had been locked from the outside. Fear seized me then as I frantically searched for any other way out of the room, the heat still building.

A small window looked out onto the street but no one seemed to be outside. The window was completely sealed shut. As a car drove by, I tried to wave my arms at it and yell, but I found that for some reason, I couldn’t lift my arms as high as I should have been able to. My voice, too, had a gruff tone to it that I attributed to dehydration brought on by this incredible heat.

I turned away from the window and couldn’t take it anymore. I fumbled with my shirt buttons until I could throw it off, but by the time I got to my pants, I simply couldn’t work the zipper. Confounded, I inspected my hands and gasped. My fingers had shorted and it looked like my whole hand on each side had swelled up to absurd proportions. My thumb almost looked like it was pulled back farther than it should have been. “I must be having some kind of horrible reaction to whatever was in that vial!” I reasoned with myself, shaking slightly. I tried to turn my hands over to look at my palms, but I couldn’t quite get them to turn how I wanted them to. As a matter of fact, it quickly became clear to me that I couldn’t bring my arms back down to my side either. Of all the days to not wear a bra, I couldn't get my arms to bend well enough to cover myself up. Splayed out in front of me, embarrassingly pressing my chest together, my arms just dangled there as I panted.

There was no mirror in the room, but I knew that something was certainly wrong with my body at this point. I ran over to the door and started scratching at it, hoping desperately that I could get someone’s attention. They may have locked me in here, but surely they didn’t expect for me to go into anaphylactic shock. After a few minutes of pawing at the door uselessly, I turned back around to face the room that had certainly possessed a bit more color the last time I looked at it. Everything was a washed out grey and I was certain I was about to pass out so I carefully got down onto the floor to keep myself from getting hurt.

My face, then, began to feel strange as a pulling sensation overtook my senses. My nose began to feel cool and damp like I was getting a cold. I watched in horror as my nose seemed to extend a little farther from my face, my tongue pulling with it, still hanging loosely from my mouth. I tried to bring my useless, swollen hands up to my face to examine what had happened, but I could really only bring them high enough to rub the sides of my jaws. My ears, too, began to feel the same pulling feeling and it felt almost as if they were being stretched like taffy until they were dangling down the sides of my face.

I took a deep breath to try to calm myself and made a motion to stand only to be greeted with a loud popping sound as I fell back down to the ground. I couldn’t stand up. I crawled over to the table that the vial was on and dug my paws into the surface well enough to pull myself to a very unsteady half-standing position. My legs wobbled as something brushed them, nearly scaring me badly enough to lose what little balance I had achieved. I looked back as best I could to see something foreign hanging from just above my backside. As soon as I saw it, I could feel it as well. My mind, however, barely comprehended it. It was suddenly painfully obvious to me that I was not having an allergic reaction at all as I looked back at my own tail, wagging slowly back and forth with a mind of its own.

I began to whine between my panting breaths now as my jeans started sliding down my legs. My grip on the table was getting harder and harder to maintain as my legs slowly shrank, pulling me farther back on the table until I was barely hanging onto it from the side. Eventually, however, my legs simply couldn’t bear the weight anymore and I gave in, falling onto all fours with a yip. I stepped out of my panties as my legs and arms leveled out, making me stand perfectly horizontal with the floor. A tiny pop in my neck fixed it into a straight on-looking position as my new muzzle extended to its full length. I could feel my squeezed breasts begin to shrink down between my arms as I rolled over onto my back for a better look. As I did so, my legs humiliatingly and automatically shot upward, unable to touch the ground as they hung there much like my arms, now front legs, were also doing again. I panted and whined as I watched them shrink to almost nothing, my chest barreling slightly as my body took on a much more canine shape.

Flipping over onto my paws again, I clumsily made my way back to the door and tried to yell to get anyone’s attention, only to hear myself bark loudly and clearly. I frantically barked for a few minutes more until it was obvious no one was coming. Turning again back toward the bleak room, it was all too clear to me that there never was another dog in this house. The bed and dog dish were for me.