A year later

You return home, and Bebe runs up to you.

"Arf! Arf! Arf!"she barks happily. You pat her head. It had been a year since she had become your sexy little puppy. You got a new client, obviously, and Bebe didn't seem to mind being a dog. At least, you thought she didn't. You didn't revert her back...until now.

"Bootylicious Bebe,"you say. Bebe blinked twice then realized what was happening.

"Oh my God!"she cried, running away from you. "What the hell happened?! I was...just at your office, and then..."

"Hello, Bebe Rexha. Or should I say, Bitch Bitch Rectum."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

You grin and open your phone to a news site. You find an article and read it aloud.

"'It has been almost a year since the disappearance of singer Bebe Rexha. Authorities still have found no trace of her, and she is presumed dead.'"

"Dead?!" Bebe cried. "What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing,"you smile and shrug. "Just thought I'd bring you back so you could see what all you missed. Bimbo Bitch."

Bebe once again got on all fours. "Arf! Arf! Arf!"she barked. Just a happy puppy again.