Bridget becomes a puppy girl

When I got home I noticed that it was already 8 PM. The very first thing I did, of course, was to take off my clothes. Would it be the last time I did that?

It was slowly becoming dark outside, so I turned on the lights. When moving into the condo I had made a point of ensuring that I could control all lighting using my smartphone. In this case it helped me, because I could also set a schedule. I set a schedule so that all lights would turn on when it was getting dark outside, and would turn off at a random time during the evening.

For Christmas lighting I had a smart plug that I could now use to hook up the TV. The smart plug would turn on in the morning and turn off around the same time the lights would turn off. I had used Siri multiple times to control my lighting, but that wouldn’t do for what was to come. I disabled all Siri prompts except for the ones used to talk or text.

I started moving some furniture around so that there was ample room for my dog bed on the place where my couch used to be, and so that there was a clear line of view from the dog bed to the TV.

Next, I unpacked the things that I had bought. The dolly was set next to the front door, awaiting one of the scheduled deliveries. The other stuff I put on my living room table.

I wasn’t nearly done when I heard the doorbell ring and I opened the door. It was a big, muscled, guy who was carrying the dumbbell I had ordered.

“Can you please put it here on the dolly?”, I asked.

The guy put it on the dolly, and kept staring at my naked body. When opening the door I hadn’t even realized that I was naked, it’s just very natural right?

On any other day I would have invited him inside and get laid at least once. But today wasn’t the right day. I had different plans!

The guy looked a little disappointed when I thanked him and closed the door. Clearly he’d been hoping for more.

The dumbbell was now on the dolly. The dolly almost had the exact same measurements as the dumbbell, so it was a great fit. I fetched some ducttape and used the tape to make sure that the dolly and the weight were inseparable. I tried lifting it up, but it was way, way too heavy for me to lift it even more than just a few centimeter off the ground for just a few seconds. Great. I now had a weight that I could easily move around thanks to the dolly, but which I could impossibly lift off the ground.

My handiwork only just completed when the doorbell rang again. I opened the door and saw the shop attendant who had helped me pick my collar in the shop. He froze, looking as if he’d never seen a naked woman before. Maybe not in real life, but people did have internet these days, right?

He gave me the dog bed and wanted to walk away.

“Isn’t there anything you want?”, I asked.

“Not re-eally, ma’am”, he stammered.

“How about you feel my boobs for a bit?”, I offered

“Are you sure?”

“I would not have offered it otherwise”

With that the bloke laid his hands at my boobs, but only very lightly. I put my hands on his hands to show how you massage a pair of breasts. He got the message and quickly took over himself. I liked the feeling it gave me. And by the looks of the bulge in his trousers he liked it as well.

When he was done, I asked; “Selfie?”

He moved right next to me, the two of us standing side by side in my doorway, my arm around his shoulder. Using his phone he quickly snapped a few photos of the two of us. He, fully clothed, having just touched a pair of boobs maybe the first time in his life; me, fully naked making sure he had the best time of his life. If circumstances had been different I might have invited him in as well, but that wasn’t going to happen today. After he’d taken his photos he left, and I locked the door behind him.

I put the dog bed in its place. Any dog would consider that to be the best place in the apartment, I figured. It was now time for my clothes, or rather any fabric larger than a washcloth. I gathered all the clothes that were lying throughout my apartment and put them in my bedroom. The same went for my towels and anything else I could find to potentially cover up with. Even the pillows from my couch disappeared into my bedroom. My bedroom had a separate key, and now that all clothes and other fabrics had been put in my bedroom it was time to lock it using its key. The key was the first one to disappear into the kitchen safe time-locking container.

Then I took up the collar, and wrapped it around my neck. It took a few attempts to lock it, but after a few tries I had it around my neck. Snug, but not too tight.

Next up was the chain; I pulled the chain through the chain sleeve and padlocked it to the center part of the dumbbell. The key of this padlock also went into the kitchen safe. I looked around to see if I was ready to do a test run, and I figured I was pretty much set for a little experiment. I padlocked my collar close, and as I did so I also pulled part of the chain through the loop of the padlock. My neck now securely tied to the collar, which was attached to the chain, which was attached to the dumbbell and dolly.

I tried to stand up, but came to quickly regret that. While my body had been moving into an upright position, the chain had given all its slack until it had no more left to give, and it had felt as if somebody had roughly jerked my chain.

That was part one of my little experiment. I could still move my head a little bit upwards, but standing up was ruled out. On all fours, I walked to my fridge for part two. I opened the fridge to see if I could get the food I had prepared. Most of it was on the bottom shelves, and I could access those easily, the ones on top would be a little bit more difficult but I would figure it out.

The next experiment would be to see if I could crawl on the couch. Good doggies didn’t crawl on the couch, so I wanted to check if I’d be able to. I tried crawling on the couch, starting from my four legged position on the floor. Ultimately I did manage to get my body on the couch, but because the chain was too short, my head was hanging half off the edge. It was anything but comfortable, and I was sure that I’d never assume this position voluntarily. Especially not to chill and relax.

The last part of my experiment would be to see if I could still go to the toilet. Briefly I had considered buying a litter box, but I decided that with human volumes it would simply be too messy. Besides, who was going to clean the litter box? I tried to sit on the toilet. The weight attached to my chain didn’t budge of course so it took a bit of maneuvering, but ultimately I managed to sit on the toilet. Albeit with back fully bent forward. That position is good when taking a dump, right?

My experiments concluded, I figured it was now time for the real deal.

I looked at the things I had bought, and saw two dog bowls and two leather mittens. I had almost forgotten the bowls! I unhooked my collar from its chain for the last time so I could stand up, and filled one of the bowls with some water, and placed both bowls next to my fridge.

The mittens I put on the floor, cause I wouldn’t be able to pick them off the table any more in a few seconds. I collected all the remaining padlock keys as well as the key of my front door, and put them in the kitchen safe. I set the timer for 36 hours, so the earliest I could release myself would be in 36 hours. I could easily extend this period by moving the round thing on top of the container. But I could not make it release any sooner.

Once again I hooked the padlock to the chain and my collar. Ensuring that the collar would be where it was, and the chain ensuring I could no longer assume an upright position. I had arrived at the final two pieces, the mittens. The first mitten was put on rather easily with my other hand. I closed the little padlock around the mitten ensuring that it would stay closed. I tried to move my hand around inside the mitten, but there was hardly any movement at all.

Finally, I put on the last mitten. Putting it on was already difficult, but closing the strap was near impossible. It took me easily 5 minutes and a lot of work with my mouth to get it closed just as tightly as the other mitten was. Padlocking it with just my mouth was equally difficult, but after a few minutes I heard the padlock click and saw that it had shut correctly around the strap of the mitten. I had no more hands.

I briefly reviewed my situation; my hands were both sealed inside the mittens which were locked with padlocks. The padlocks were in my kitchen safe with a timer. My collar was wrapped around my neck and connected to a chain. The chain had been locked to both my collar and the dumbbell, ensuring that standing up or sitting on the couch comfortably had become impossible. Lifting the dumbbell was also ruled out for me, and the only reason I could move it along was due to the dolly it was lying on.

I had put water in the dog bowl, food in the fridge. The dog bed was positioned well in front of the TV, there were no more fabrics in my apartment other than the ones in my bedroom which I had locked, just like I had locked the front door. My dog life ready to begin!

I laid on my dog bed and felt it was really comfortable. After a few minutes however, I tried to turn on the tv using the remote. My original plans had not included the mittens, so I could have used the remote freely. After a few tries I realized that that had now become impossible.

I walked up to my TV, and noticed that there was a small button to turn it on and off. I put my nose against the button, and managed to turn it on like that. It was showing The National Geographic channel, thank god. It was the only channel that had interested me the past few days, and luckily they had some kind of marathon showing only animal related documentaries.

Without use of the remote, and the only physical button on my TV being the on/off switch, I realized that this was going to be the only channel that I could possibly watch.

My life as a dog had officially begun.