Adopting Liz

After giving it a bit of thought... I think the answer is clear to me. I really like the idea of having full control over when Mom goes into her dog persona, but I can't choose that over option B. I mean, sure, I could try to convince Mom to accept this new part of herself, and I think if I did, I might really be able to do it. But why do that when half the work can be solved with the push of a button? Plus, anytime I can not have to worry about how one of my girls will be viewed by the general public works for me. Yeah, my mind is made up...

And yet, before I hit the button, something feels off...

Not yet.

I shouldn't hit it yet. It's not often I know what's going to happen with a level four beforehand. And with how much of a funk Mom has been in recently, I'd like to get the chance to talk with her for a moment first. I slip the remote back into my pocket, paying special attention to keep my finger on the red button so I can make sure I make the decision I want. Then, I reach up and knock on the door.

At first, I don't get a response. After waiting a bit, I decide to knock again. Once again, I'm left in silence, except this time, the silence is broken before I try to knock a third time.

"Who is it?" I hear my mother quietly say from the other side of the door.

"It's me, Mom. I really want to talk," I tell her.

"Not right now, sweetie. I want to be alone..."

I didn't want it to have to come to this, but **** times and all that.

"I know what's been going on with you these past few weeks."

...

I hold my breath as the unbearable silence nearly drives me insane. I really hope I didn't just use that ace-in-the-hole for nothing. It could be bad is I threw out that bait and she doesn't take it immediately. But just as I'm starting to sweat a little, I hear it.

*click*

The door to my mother's room slowly swings open and Mom pokes her head out into the hallway.

"Why don't you come in, sweetie?" She asks as she opens the door just wide enough for me to enter.

Bingo! I knew that was too tempting for her to resist! As I slip inside, Mom checks to make sure no one else is in the hall before closing the door and turning to look at me. I see the conflict hidden behind her eyes. God, I really need to help her. I keep my finger on the button, ready to fix all of this in a split second. But it's still not the right moment.

"So... um... you know what's wrong with me?" Mom asks, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Mom, there's nothing wrong with you. You've just been a little... confused about who you are..." I try to explain.

"Confused? That's a bit of an understatement, Matt. For the past 20 or so years, my life has been very simple. I go to work, and I take care of you and your sisters. Now, out of nowhere, I suddenly lose my job and my own son talks about taking care of me. And if that's not enough, I find myself naked in bed with..." she mouths the words "my own family" before continuing her rant, "not once but twice! If that doesn't warrant some confusion, I don't know what does!"

"Can you honestly say you've enjoyed doing the same thing for multiple decades? I've seen how exhausted you look at the end of every week. But in the past few days, you've been both happier and more relaxed than I've seen you in your entire life. I think-"

"That sounds great, but I can barely even remember what I've been doing those past few days," Mom interrupts me.

"I think that's because you're having trouble accepting what you really want to be," I say.

I know I'm kind of bending the truth a bit... okay, I'm really bending the truth, but it's all in hopes of making this transition as easy as possible for her. And that thing I said about her being happier and more relaxed? That's absolutely the truth. I'm sure both of my sisters would back me up on that if they were in the room right now.

"Oh yeah? Well, since you seem to have all the answers, young man, why don't you tell me? What exactly do I want to be then?" Mom asks.

I take a deep breath. Here it comes...

"That's simple. You want to not have any more worries. You want to live without having to think about the stressful stuff that normal people have to think about. But more than anything, as much as you may not believe it, you want someone to take care of you. You want to be my pet."

And that's when I do it. Staring straight into my mother's eyes, I press the button, selecting her fourth attribute. I don't even need to see the remote. I can already perfectly picture what the screen says.

New Attribute Selected

CAN I PET THAT DOG?

Congratulations! Target ELIZABETH ANDERSON has now completed their identity transformation!

For a brief moment, my mom looks like she can't believe the words that just came out of my mouth.

"Excuse me?! What did you just-"

But that's when the new attribute hits her. I can see it in her eyes. She just realized that she is my pet. I watch in fascination as she goes quiet and tries to take everything in. As she tries to sort through and process her new feelings. I don't dare speak while she does, though. I just stand there waiting for her to make the next move.

"Pet... your pet... it sounds absolutely insane... but... it also sounds... right?" She mumbles to herself.

"See? I told you. It's what you really want, isn't it? You're finally starting to accept it. I think you just needed to hear someone say it out loud. You don't want to be Elizabeth, the single, working mother of three. You want to be Liz, the carefree puppygirl," I respond.

"Liz... that name sounds familiar. You've called me that before. You and Julia both have," she points out.

"And how does it sound to you?" I ask.

"It sounds... right. I... think you may have been correct. I don't know how you knew, but you did. I guess this really is what I wanted...?"

"Don't worry, Mom. You don't have to sort it all out now. Accepting it was just the first step. We can take it slow. I'll help you. I did promise to take care of you after all."

"Liz."

"Uh... excuse me?" I ask, unsure of what she's talking about.

"You called me 'Mom' just now. But... um... I think I would actually prefer if you call me Liz... you know, assuming that you still like that name. Considering that you're my owner," she explains.

I smile at the nervous woman standing in front of me. We may not be fully there yet, but it's a start.

"Of course, Liz. And maybe someday soon we can get you a collar and some toys just like a real pet," I say with a chuckle.

Suddenly, my mother's face turns a deep shade of red.

"Uh... I don't know if I'm ready for all of that yet, but we'll see..."

"That's alright. We'll work on it," I reply as I pull her in for a hug.

Thankfully, she returns my display of affection. The warmth of her body against mine makes me feel like everything's going to be alright. I run my fingers through my new pet's hair, which she now seems to enjoy just as much as when she's fully in heat.

"Um... Matt?" Liz says in my arms, causing me to pull back slightly to look into her eyes. "So I get that all of the weirdness going on with me lately has been about me trying to come to terms with all this wanting-to-be-your-pet stuff..."

Good. That was the conclusion I was hoping she would come to by the end of this.

"...but that just makes me wonder... what exactly have I been doing during those moments? My memories are still kinda foggy, and every time I come out of it... we seem to be in bed together..."

It's at this point that I come to another important decision. How much do I want to tell Liz about her... let's call it her condition? While I could try to take a moment to run the question through all the different parts of my mind, in this case, I think I feel confident making this choice in the moment. Liz deserves to know what's been going on.

So I sit my mom down on her bed and tell her about how she's been slowly acting more doglike over time. I also tell her that the more doglike she becomes, the hornier she acts, and that the only way to snap her back to normal is for her to orgasm. Obviously, I don't fill her in on the remote or my involvement in her developing this condition, but I do lay the rest out for her. I try my best to make it sound like this is all what I've learned from observing her the past few weeks, which she seems to accept as a reasonable explanation. By the end, she's once again left in contemplation, but you may be surprised to hear that she doesn't seem even remotely upset.

"So that's what it is. I must have gotten so caught up in my fantasies, that I just blocked everything else out. Yeah... the more I think about everything you just told me, the clearer my memories become. Running around on all fours... barking and howling like an animal... stripping down and humping your-" she quickly cuts herself off as her face goes red again. "Um... anyway... I see what you were saying now. And I must admit that you were right: I really does seem like I enjoyed myself more in those moments than when I was my normal self. Thank you for helping me sort all of this out."

"Anything for my sweet Liz," I say, causing her to wiggle her butt slightly against the bed in excitement. "And I'm more than alright with helping out with your more... animalistic urges too..."

"Oh, that's enough of that, young man," she replies while playfully hitting my chest. "I may be your pet, but I'm still your mother too!"

Hmm... interesting. Not exactly sure how that works. Although, I also find it interesting that Liz didn't seem all that bothered at the implication of what I said. Did she also rationalize all the sex we've had in her mind too? I certainly hope so.

Well, I think that that's a good place to end things for now. As much as I would love to try and push for a bit more of a sexy ending to the day, it just doesn't feel appropriate right now. I want to give Mom... or Liz... or whatever you want to call her now, I want to give her a chance to think through everything a bit more. I'm sure she has a lot to think about, especially since it sounds like I managed to clear up the cognitive dissonance she was having between her human self and her dog self.

For now, I simply wrap things up and give her some space. She does end up eating dinner with the rest of the family, which is a good start. I was legitimately wondering if she would choose to eat at the table or down on the floor. She chose the table. Baby steps, I guess. Anyways, that's basically it for Saturday. I say that as if finishing the transformation of three different women wasn't enough (also, yes, I did check to make sure that was the last attribute for Liz, and it was). I guess we'll have to wait and see if we get any more done tomorrow. I wonder who'll be next...