Bright light pierced through my eyelids as I woke up, my body still groggy. I stretched and yawned, feeling stiff and disoriented. Blinking a few times, I noticed I was back at home.
“Was it all a dream?” I muttered, trying to shake the fuzziness from my head.
An itch on my ear interrupted my thoughts, and I instinctively tried to scratch it—but something was in the way. My paw flailed awkwardly, and I froze when I realized what it was.
“Oh no...” My heart sank as I looked around. A plastic cone was strapped snugly around my neck. “It’s the cone of shame!” I groaned.
I started pacing in circles, the cone scraping against the floor. My vision was limited—just white plastic everywhere except directly in front of me. “What did they do to me?” I muttered.
Panic set in. “Did Ralph tell them I was licking myself? Is this some kind of punishment? Or—oh no—did I have surgery?” I sat down, mind racing. “Dogs don’t just wear these for fun. Something happened.”
I scanned my body as best as I could, though the cone made it impossible to see much. “Wait... What if I got neutered?” My breath hitched. “If I stay a dog, fine, but if I turn back into a human... No balls?! What kind of life is that?”
I tried pawing at the cone, clawing and wriggling to get it off, but it wouldn’t budge. Defeated, I flopped onto the floor with a heavy sigh. Time crawled by—well, probably only a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Being a dog really messed with my sense of time.
Boredom quickly took over. “What time is it, anyway?” I got up and padded to the desk in the living room. The clock was too far back for me to read. Frustrated, I headed to the kitchen to check the stove clock.
Jumping up, I squinted at the screen. “Twelve o’clock. Blinking.” I groaned. “Another power outage? Seriously?”
I remembered Mom kept a battery-powered clock in her bedroom, so I darted down the hallway—only to find the door shut. “Of course,” I muttered. “No luck today.”
With no better options, I jumped onto the couch and climbed toward the window. Maybe I could tell the time by the sun. But when I looked outside, thick gray clouds blocked everything. “Figures,” I grumbled.
In my frustration, I swung my head too quickly and accidentally knocked over a glass figurine with the edge of the cone. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. My ears flattened as I stared at the broken pieces.
“Oh no. No, no, no.”
Mom came rushing in, her face red with anger. “Bad girl!” she snapped, pointing toward the back room. “Get in the kennel!”
I froze. “Girl?”
But there was no arguing with her. Tail tucked, I shuffled to the room and saw a small wire cage in the corner. It must have been Zelda’s, but now it was apparently mine. I stepped in reluctantly, and Mom locked the door behind me.
Lying down, I sighed. “Did she really call me a girl? Can’t she tell the difference between me and Zelda? I mean, the cone should’ve been a giveaway!”
Hours seemed to pass, but it was probably only a couple of hours. I perked up when I heard the front door slam. Karly was home from school.
“Finally,” I muttered.
I heard her chatting with Mom in the kitchen. I couldn’t make out most of the conversation, but soon enough, Karly came bounding into the room with a leash in hand.
“Hi there, Alyssa!” she cooed, unlocking the kennel. “Want to go for a walk?”
I barked, wagging my tail furiously. I really needed to pee. But wait—what did she call me?
She clipped the leash to my collar, and I bolted for the door, dragging her behind me. “Alyssa?” I thought. “What’s going on?”
We were halfway down the road when I crouched to pee. It wasn’t until then that I realized something weird. I wasn’t lifting my leg—I was crouching like...a girl dog.
“What’s happening to me?” I muttered, mortified.
“Karly!” a familiar voice called. Ralph was walking toward us. “What’s with the cone of shame on Andrew?”
“Oh, she had surgery today!” Karly chirped.
“She?” Ralph froze, staring at me.
“Yeah, she’s a girl now!” Karly said proudly. “Mom decided to make her a girl dog when we had her neutered.”
“Neutered?!” I barked in disbelief.
“Yep! And now her name’s Alyssa. When she’s fully healed, Mom says she’ll get her pregnant. She knows this stud...”
I tuned her out, horrified. “Pregnant? Puppies? What is my life now?”
Ralph raised an eyebrow. “Can I take Alyssa for a walk, Karly? I’d like to...uh...talk to her.”
“Sure! I’ve got homework anyway.” Karly handed him the leash and skipped away.
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Looks Like Alyssa/ Andrew Is ..
for some interesting experiences. Sometimes you wonder what they're really thinking and how they really see you as their master or mistress. I'm really enjoying this different perspective. I've wondered what it would be like to experience life through the eyes of an animal . It would certainly change the minds of people who abuse animals if they could experience what their cruelty is like for the poor dog or cat they are abusing. I look forward to reading more of this story!
It would be funny if he did
It would be funny if he did change back and he was a she with all the girly bits still there and had to live the rest of his life as i girl ;3
Partial return?
I could see that when the spell "wears off" all of Andrew returns, but since his new gender happened AFTER the spell, that part stays. He/she keeps the "dog girlie parts". including going into " heat" every six months.
( https://www.aspca.org/pet-care/dog-care/estrus-or-heat
First estrus generally occurs when an unspayed female dog is between six and 24 months old. It tends to occur earlier for small-breed dogs and later for large-breed dogs. Although it varies with different breeds and individual dogs, an unspayed female usually goes into heat twice yearly, about every six months )
Thanks for the ideas
I always enjoy getting ideas from the readers.
Cute
This is a cute story. Lesson 1, never take magic stones from old men you don't know. Lesson 2, never make wild and crazy wishes on said stones. Lesson 3, never count on reverting back to being the way you were originally, especially if you have had major surgical modifications in the mean time, when said magic wears off.
Thanks for the story and the imagination you put into it. It is very entertaining.
Dahlia