Was I Abducted?
a man awakens to find himself trapped in a strange room
I am awake.
I am cold
It's dark.
As my brain struggled to start up, I could almost feel the switches flipping and my thoughts started to clear. I wasn't sure where i was or how I got there, but I could tell it wasn't right.
As best as I could figure, I was chained by the neck, naked on the floor of what seemed to be a large room. It was very dark and I couldn't make out the walls or any furniture. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but It had been long enough for me to need to use the bathroom.
I waited a while longer, then when it felt like I would burst, I tried to yell for help or some knew mad of attention. I listened for any signs of life, but heard nothing. I couldn't hold it any longer, and ended up relieving myself on the floor. To my surprise, it ran towards a drain in the floor. Clearly I was intended to be here a while.
I struggled to find some way to escape, but couldn't find any way to free myself. I was still weak from the drugs, and soon found myself drifting off to sleep again due to the exertion.
As I slept, the room became a flurry of activity, as I would find out when I came around.
Clearly hours had passed when I next found myself starting to come around. This time I was still in the room, but things had changed. I was strapped to a large metal table, and couldn't feel most of my body. My head was restrained and I could feel various tubes and wires attached to me leading off to some machine in the darkness that made a steady beeping sound that I guessed was my heartbeat.
My head felt clearer this time, and I guessed that whatever I had been dosed with had cleared enough from my system that they would have to administer more to knock me out again. In my current restrained state, i wouldn't have been able to stop them, but I could at least hopefully get a glimpse of my captors and try to figure out what was being done to me.
Clearly there was a requirement for some kind of break between each round of what was being done to my, but I couldn't keep track of time as the room was kept dark, and there were no windows or other sounds to help me tell how much time had passed. I couldn't even use body functions as any kind of indicator, as I couldn't feel anything below my neck.
After what must have been days, I heard a gurgling sound from the monitoring machine near me, and realized I must be getting dosed again, just before I blanked out again, I could almost make out some men in what looked like white clean room suits entering the room as the lights started to come up. I started to wonder what I would find when I woke next, as I drifted of to a drug induced slumber.
It was clear when I came to that the drug was having an effect on my memory, as I had to spend some time reorienting myself, and trying to figure out where I was. Clearly I had finished the second stage of what ever had been planned, as I was now completely numb, and couldn't feel any portion of my body. Something seemed off to me as I opened my eyes, but I couldn't seem to put my finger on it. At least this time the lights were on in the room, and I was no longer being kept in the dark in more ways than one.
As I looked around the room, I could see that I was in some kind of hospital or surgical center. The room was bigger than any I had seen before, with all kinds of machines and equipment in it. There was a large mirror on one of the walls that I figured must be the way they were keeping an eye on me between procedures.
I could see a clock on the far wall, and while I was still feeling the effects of the drugs they had given me, I could just make out the date and time, and if I was remembering right, I had been here for almost 6 months. My mind refused to accept that, and figured it must be some kind of trick to keep me disoriented.
After what felt like days just lying there staring at the walls, the clock said it was almost two weeks, but I didn't believe that, I heard some people coming into the room. This time, surprisingly, they didn't even try to hide what they were doing, and kept me awake as they entered.
From where I was restrained, I could just barely see them. They were again clad in their suits, and were wheeling in tons of new machines and equipment. I could see that they had some sort of corporate logo and name plastered all over themselves and there machines, but for some reason I couldn't make any sense out of it.
As I was descended upon by these strange people, I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in one of there masks, and felt a since of dread as the shape of my body was unrecognizable under the sheets draped over me. I don't know if it was due to the drugs or just my own sense of terror, but I blacked out again.
When I finally came to, I was somewhere new. I was in one of the cages that lined the wall of the room I was in, as I recognized the table I had been strapped to and could still see the clock on the wall, but something was different this time, as I couldn't make any sense of what it said.
I tried to move, and found that I wasn't bound, but couldn't quite seem to get my body to work. Moving in the confined space of the cage was difficult, and my limbs seemed stiff and hard to coordinate, but I was finally able to make some progress.
I almost fainted, as I was able to finally see my body. I had paws! And I could feel a tail as I moved around. I also had a muzzle and a long tongue that hung out whenever I opened my mouth. I was also covered in a nice coat of fur. I had been turned into a dog!
The nurses must have been waiting for me to wake up, and came into the room and let me out of the cage. They stood back as I took my first unsteady steps forward onto the floor, and almost fell over several times until I got somewhat used to walking on four legs.
The nurses started talking to me, but I didn't understand most of what they were saying. They seemed satisfied and wrote a few notes before summoning what I assume was the chief doctor.
When he came in, he was dressed in a more standard doctors uniform, and seemed happy with what he saw. He took his time examining me, and smiled, clearly happy with how I had turned out.
He told me that the procedure was now complete, and I was now a fine example of a German Shepard, and everyone would be pleased. I was shocked. I tried to ask him how he could do this to me, but it only came out as pathetic whining noises.
The doctor still somehow got the idea what I was trying to say, and pointed to a large TV screen. After pressing a few buttons, the screen came to life, and I was seeing an image of my former self and the doctor.
My former self started to explain that the drugs I had been given caused memory loss, and they had recoded this to remind me that what I was doing this voluntarily, and it was what I wanted. I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but something within me somehow knew it was true.
I saw the door open, and my best friend walked in, and saw when he saw me, his smile grew as wide as I had ever seen it. He said I was perfect, and better than he could imagine. The doctor told me that I was almost ready to go home.
I couldn't believe I was going to become my friend's pet, but somehow it seemed right and where I was supposed to be. I started to feel strangely content and happy.
After a few instructions from the doctor about my post surgical care, and what potential complications to watch out for, I was finally cleared to go home, and was fitted with a nice collar and leash and led to my friends waiting car.
A lot of thoughts went through my head on the ride home, including doubts about wither this was something that I had agreed to, and something deep down kept telling me It was and I had made the right decision. As were neared the house, All worry faded away, and I was ready to accept my place as his pet.
Several weeks have passed since returning home, and I am happier than I have ever been, and fell like this is the way life is supposed to be. As all of the drugs are finally clear of my system, I can finally start to remember. I remember never being happy as a human and wishing I was a dog, and was happy when we finally found a way to make it happen.
As the weeks passed into years, I slipped fully into the dog persona, and was the best pet any master could have wished for, and we were both truly happy for the first time.