you do well at the show

The prissy pink pet you are, you’re walked on your leash to the show and the crowd of watching women. She smacks your ass just below your tail, at least not so hard as to leave a hand print. She wants you in your prime for the show. She unhooks the leash and scowls at you. “If you run, I’ll do infinitely worse to you than now.”
You look at her and she reads your mind. “I can think of FAR worse than this.” She let you walk out beside her.

You’re announced and you fumble along obediently. You see other pets who’ve already come out, and there’s real animals out there as well as human “pets,” boys and girls. Of course, with the amulet around, you must wonder if all of those are what they were born as.

You trot on all fours with some semblance of grace, keeping pace with your mom’s brisk pace. “Tail and head up,” mom snaps quickly, and you stick your butt up a little, embarrassed to let the crowd see your newly grown pussy and your chin tipping up to show off your dolled up face. There’s some pleasure murmurs from the audience and judges, and they scribble down some things with smiles.

“Good girl,” your mom purrs quietly.