A Dog of a Day

Author Note: This chapter was written in response to a request from MistWolf

Mike couldn't resist temptation and leaned down, whispering gently into his sleeping, but still command-receptive, fiances ear:

"Melanie, when I finish this command, you will physically transform into a dog. You will still be able to talk, but only I will be able to understand you. Everyone else will hear a regular dog's barking instead, though you won't realise that. You will have no memory of the curse or of acting like my pet. You will just think it is a normal day except you have randomly turned into a dog and react naturally to that. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master" Melanie mumbled dreamily as her body began to change.

"Holy shit!"

It actually worked. Mike wasn't sure if it would have, but Melanie was undeniably a dog. A black Labrador Retriever to be precise. She was still blissfully unaware of her species switch at this point, and would be in for a shock when she woke up. Mike decided he didn't want to sleep next to a mutt, which was somewhat rich, so he switched the light off and quietly left the bedroom to crash on the couch downstairs.

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"Ugh, my breath!" Melanie mumbled unhappily to herself as she began to get her bearings after rousing the next morning "God I feel off today. I thought I'd slept like a baby"

She lay sleepily in place for a while, her eyes still shut. It usually took her a while to get going in the morning.

"Something seriously doesn't feel right" Melanie realised. She opened her eyes as she raised what she thought would be a hand to reach for her phone but instead found herself looking at a paw. She instantly let out a shocked yelp "What the fuck?!"

Suddenly Melanie was alert. she leapt out of bed in a panic and landed clumsily on her hands and knees, Except those weren't hands. Or knees.

"This isn't happening! It isn't possible!" she told herself "Wake up, Mel!"

She began manoeuvring herself awkwardly around on all fours, which felt entirely unnatural, until she reached the bedroom mirror, where a rather ordinary looking dog was staring back at her.

"No! There's just no way!" Melanie tried to reassure herself. She lowered her new body onto its haunches and the dog in the mirror did the same. She raised a paw and her reflection copied. This was insane!

Melanie could now hear Mike's footsteps coming up the stairs towards her. She didn't want him to see her like this. Firstly, it was humiliating, obviously, and on top of that she had no explanation for what had happened that she could possibly give him. She would prefer to at least vaguely figure out what could have caused this first, or perhaps it would just reverse naturally if she waited it out. So she scampered under the bed to hide, hoping her partner would assume she had left for work early without him noticing and leave her to it.

Unfortunately for Melanie, she had completely forgotten all about the curse, her master and yesterday's pet play antics that would have explained all of this in an instant. It would also have let her know that Mike was fully aware where and what she was.