That bitch Sadie O'Breen

I looked out the peep hole to see Sadie O'Breen, a woman I had known back in High School who was dating a guy in the building. She was pretty-ish with long curly red hair. We had never been friends. She was always such a bitch. I grinned wickedly.

"The kitty is fine," I yelled through the door, buying time to reset my machine. "More than fine, really. Happy as can be!"

"Who is that?" Sadie demanded. "Is Mrs. MacArthur there?"

"She's grazing," I told her.

"I'm not leaving until I see that the cat is o.k.!" Sadie insisted.

"That's what I'm counting on," I muttered, finishing up the programing of my device. "O.K. O.K. O.K.! You don't have to be such a bitch about it!"

"What the...You open this door right now!" she demanded.

I set my device and did as she asked.

"YOU!" she exclaimed as she recognized me. "WHAT THE FUCK?"

"God, Sadie, you are such the bitch!" I informed her and activated my device, bathing her in the transformative purple glow.

"Why you...you...wha?" she exclaimed, shivering all over as her change began, her red hair no longer restricted to her head as it grew soft and glossy all over her. Her mouth and nose elongated. Her tongue became long and broad in her mouth while her canine teeth enlarged, making her objections to the process a little hard to understand. Her eyes got big and dewy. Her red-hair covered ears got long and floppy. Her outrage melted away as I saw her become inundated with a deep genetic need to please. She made a fine Irish Setter indeed I concluded as her tail raised her short skirt.

She whined, confused a what had just happened.

"Come here, Sadie-girl!" I said, slapping my right thigh in quick succession. "Come here, girl! Want a treat?"

She cocked her head to one side then gave a big smile and began to wag her tail. She scampered into the apartment when I called her again. We hadn't been friends before, but I knew we would be now. She would be man's best friend!"