Fetch

"You know what? Chrissy loves to play fetch. Perhaps you could have a game with her?" Dr Darke suggested.

"Oh yes, that does sound like fun!" Clare enthused.

"Ruff" Christina attempted to protest.

"Good dog!" the doctor smiled with satisfaction as he passed Clare a tennis ball. She raised it and released it so it flew across the room, eventually rolling under Dr Dareke's desk "Now fetch!"

Christina turned and scurried towards the balls' new location quickly, as much to get this experience over with as anything. She made it to the desk and moved the upper part of her body underneath it while the lower part remained uncovered and pointed directly up at the doctor and his receptionist. Christina tried not to think about the view she was giving Dr Darke, who still saw her human body, as she lowered her head to the ground and, after a couple of failed attempts, was able to clasp the toy ball securely between her teeth. She then hurried back to Clare and raised her head to present it to her.

"Good girl!" Clare smiled patronisingly as she took the ball from Christina and ruffled her hair in approval before throwing it in another direction "Now fetch!"

This time the ball rolled out through the open door and into the corridor outside. Christina looked at the doctor pleadingly. As far as she was aware only Claire saw her as a dog. Anyone else would see her as a naked woman chasing after a tennis ball on all fours who barked like a dog if they tried to communicate with her. Surely she couldn't be made to do this?

"Go on Chrissy girl, what are you waiting for? Fetch!" Dr Darke commanded with a truly wicked smile.