"Doggy"

"Let's go with..." *SNAP* "Doggy!" she giggles.

Oh, there's no way that's happe--wait, what are you doing?

You find yourself uncontrollably falling to your knees in front of her. It's a little awkward around your wet diaper, but the process is freakishly smooth. No matter what you do, nothing stops it. You continue moving, getting down on your hands. All the while, Mandi is giggling her head off.

When you finally gain control of your legs, you try standing up. You make it onto just your knees, but you fall over when you try and use your feet. Mandi laughs more than ever.

"Fuck you!" you say. Or you try to. All that comes out is a bark.

"That's how it works, puppy!" Mandi giggles. "You can move on your own, but you can't walk or talk until someone gives you the right trigger!"

Wow, she's a bitch!

Mandi turns around and starts walking away. "There's some dog toys in that open box over there; you can play with them or come upstairs."

What do you do?