Confusion

You're not stupid. And your memories weren't altered.

So you know your dick had been of a decent size before you walked into this room. And you know tv's couldn't shrink stuff.

But you also know you're dick is the smallest dick in the world. Even though you know it is only in your mind, that doesn't undo the knowing.

Ahh. It confuses you. You can't think in these clothes. Dogs don't wear clothes.

You know you're not a dog. But dogs don't wear shirts.

Taking it off takes some time, because you can't use your hands. After a while, you manage to tear it off wit your nails and teeth. It was harder than the movies made it seem.

And dogs don't wear shoer. They don't wear pants. Your not a dog. Your a human, but you can't wear clothes.

It has to come off, all of it.

Over half an hour later, Davis comes into the room. His eyes widen as he sees the mess you've made, and the furniture you've tripped over.

You yelp at him for help, helplessly tangled up in the ripped pieces of clothing.

Davis walks towars you. You stay silent and watch him from your place on the ground.

'You're a bad dog, pet. A very bad doggy.'