Dog In A Day                       by: Paul G Jutras

 

"Not again, Patrick!" Jamie said to her son as he saw him coming home from the super market dressed in a pink T-shirt with MY LITTLE PONY written across the front, denim jeans and black tongs over his pink painted toes. "Going out with that shirt and nail polish in public."

Pat brushed his long hair back over his shoulder and shook his head. "I’m just being myself. Can’t you understand that?"

"You never obey me anymore." Jamie thought to herself as she remembered the science teacher at the school she taught at. "Do you really want to be female that badly?"

"More than anything." Pat smiled.

"I got someone who may be able to help." Jamie said, telling her son to get a good night sleep. As he left, she picked up the phone and arranged everything with her friend. She would no longer have to worry about her son’s behavior anymore.

The next day Jamie simply dressed in a white semi-transparent silk shirt with white shorts and sandals straps over her nude hose feet. Pat was simply dressed in a loose fitting blue dress with nothing underneath. The cold air made his manhood remain hard as he wondered why he couldn’t have anything on underneath.

"Here he is, Cody." Jamie smiled at the tall thin man in a white lab coat over his suit and tie and thick lens glasses. "You know what to do."

"Hop on the table, my boy." Cody said as Pat did so. He merely laid back as his ankles were locked into place in a pair of stir -ups. The type he seen women in some movies sit in. "This gas will put you to sleep and when you awake, you’ll be half way there."

"I understand."

"This head set will reprogram your mind while you sleep." Cody said in a calm voice. "You won’t have any trouble going to the bathroom or anything with your new equipment when done."

With the mask over Pat’s noes and mouth, the weird aroma started to make the young man dizzy. Soon he was out cold and Cody went to work removing Pat’s testicles and turning his penis inside out like one would do with the finger of a glove. Soon the plastic surgery gave him a perfect vagina.

While Cody worked between his legs, special hormones began pumping into Pat. His physically appearance starting to change as he slept.

When Pat awoke, he found himself naked in a small cage. Laying on a pile of newspapers, he got onto all four when he saw Cody. His mind tried to get himself up on his feet, but his body wouldn’t obey. What was worst, his vision had lost all field of color. Everything was in black and white. "What’s happening to me?" He rasped in a voice that didn’t sound too feminine.

"See for yourself." Cody pointed to a full length mirror. When Pat turned around, he a figure that looked half human and half Collie dog starring back. He was dressed only in the type of electric shot collar seen in the movie: SEE SPOT RUN.

With the press of what looked like a remote control, a surge of energy caused Pat to collapse into a deep sleep. While Pat was sleep, Cody surgery placed a fur coat over his new feminine form and a tail attached to the base of his spine. Even his nail became hard like claws and took on a black polish like color.

"Patricia." Jamie whistled as Pat rolled over from being on his back with his hands and legs pointed up to standing up on fours. His tongue hung out panting Cody opened the cage while Jamie attached a leash to the collar on Pat’s neck.

"Come dear." Jamie smiled as Pat sniffed the air and followed like a happy little puppy out of the cage. "I guess now you’ll always obey me dear." Jamie smiled as she paid Cody and took her home to sleep in the special basket she bought for her new daughter.

When Patricia woke the next morning, she took off on all fours out the doggie door and into the back yard. After barking away some birds, she picked up the morning paper in her teeth and brought it to her mistress. She got a pat on the head in praise for her good job before getting some hard and soft dog foot along with a water bowl for breakfast. "Yes, you’ll always obey me my dear daughter. "I got a special treat for you."

Taking her dog daughter to the salon, she had her weight checked and had her new fur coat styled something special. Her body was shampooed and blown dried. Pat just wagged her tail and panted happily throughout it all as she was fixed so she couldn’t have puppies and had her new tags registered with the vet incase she was ever taken to the pound by mistake. Jamie new her daughter was a good girl. Her nails were filed it fine points and her canine teeth sharpened. Jamie had considered mating her with the Collie down the street, but decided that one dog was enough.

"You look lovely, Patricia." Jamie said as she told the police that her son had run away. Her new dog barely helped with her sadness about loosing her kid. Nobody would ever know (even Pat himself) what had happened. As far as Patricia was concern, the brainwashing had made her think she was always a dog. That allowed her to take the blue ribbon in the year dog show for the next three years in a roll. Jamie was finally happy and as for Patricia. Since she couldn’t remember her old human life, she naturally was happy. She even went down in the book of records as being the oldest dog alive. Only two people would ever know the real reason why.

THE END

 

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