"Just ignore them. They don't exist."

Sir had told James to 'ignore them', but there was no one there. There had been some teenagers bothering James, but they were gone. James was a happy puppy, getting to play in the water while Sir scrubbed him.

Finally, Sir decided they were done. "Come, boy." Sir led James back to the bench. James saw a pile of clothes still there, where he had left them. He walked over to sniff the clothes. They smelled like James.

"You are no longer a puppy. You are a human. Get up, grab your clothes, and sit down on the bench." Sir ordered. James obeyed, no longer a dog, but himself again. He blushed and held his balled up clothes over his lap, embarrassed to be sitting in the middle of the park in just his underwear. Sir noticed James' blush. "You make an adorable puppy." He said to James.

James was torn between the rapture that was praise from Sir and the embarrassment of having been made to crawl all around the park acting like a dog. He loved the humiliation, but it was still embarrassing. He wondered what Sir would make him do next?