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I don't know how I let my boyfriend Kevin talk me into this. We had been together for a few years now and he loved to experiment. He had always had a fantasy of becoming a nudist. He tried to talk me into attending an event with him, but I could never work up the courage to actually go through with it. Until now.

It was a hot summer day, and Kevin had been surfing on the net all afternoon. He fixed me my favorite dinner that evening, and I could tell he was trying to butter me up. After dinner he brought out one of his famous pies and cut me a slice. He waited until I was on my second slice before he broached the subject.

He had found a "costume", as he put it, party. He has the perfect plan, that we would go as dog and owner. I would be made up to look like his faithful dog, and with a mask on, no one would know who I was. I had to admit, the idea intrigued me. What the heck. I agreed to go with him. A choice I would soon come to regret. Kind of.

The week before the party went fairly smoothly. The typical rhythms of work and home life were only interrupted one evening when I arrived home shortly after Kevin and watched him bring a few bags of stuff in from his car. I asked what they were, but he would only say accessories for the party.

They seemed like quite a few bags for what we were planning on wearing, or not wearing, as the case may be. I eyed the bags for logos, but they were just the generic bags with "Thank You" printed all over them. Kevin took them inside and told me he would show it all to me tomorrow as we got ready. Something in me made my stomach a little queasy, but I dismissed it.

We ordered a pizza from the local place for dinner and got to bed early. Kevin told me we had a lot to do tomorrow. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I figured he had some kind of plan. Besides, I was feeling a little frisky. We may have gone to be early, but we didn't get to sleep until late, if you know what I mean.

When I woke up in the morning, Kevin was already up and was in the living room. I brushed my teeth and showered. After I Dried off, I threw on a robe and met him in the living room. He looked up at me as I walked in and smiled.

I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but he had several piles of things spread out around the living room. One I recognized as a dog hood. It was stacked with something furry. There were also a few cans of something next to Kevin That I couldn't quite identify.

Kevin took some newspapers and spread them out on the floor. He had me take off my robe and stand on the paper. I checked to make sure he had closed the living room curtains and did as he asked.

He grinned and told me he had picked up this body paint at a new store in town, and he was going to make me look like a cute doggy for the party. I was going to object, but I figured it couldn't hurt, and would help keep people from figuring out who I was until I was ready.

Kevin had always had an artistic streak, and he spent the better part of several hours outlining and detailing a fur pattern over my whole body. He painted my hands and feet a tan color and most of the rest of my body black. My chest and stomach were painted in an off white in a kind of inverted triangle leading towards my crotch.

The pain felt cool putting it on, and I expected it to feel kind of stiff when it dried, but it remained flexible. Kevin put a lot of work into the details, and I had to admit, when he was done, I looked quite a bit like a large dog , from the neck down anyway. He wanted to paint my face as well, but I felt a little uneasy about it, not sure I wanted to go that far. Besides, I would have the mask on, who would know the difference?

I asked Kevin if I needed to be careful, but he assured me that the man who had sold the paint to him had told him that it would hold up well to normal wear, and we didn't need to worry about smudging or smearing it. Once I was sure it was dry, I gave it a few tests, and even washed my hands, and everything looked just as it had when it was fresh. I was amazed.

Kevin pulled over the rest of the stuff he had bought. He picked up the hood and showed me the face. It was very realistic looking. It had floppy ears and a long muzzle. Kevin showed me the straw inside if I wanted to drink anything while I was wearing it.

Next came what looked like a long furry worm. Kevin unfolded it and held it up to me. It was a strap on tail. It matched the paint on my body quite well. I was sure you wouldn't be able to see the belt once I was wearing it.

Finally he held up a blue nylon collar attached to which were a few tags, including a name tag and what looked like a rabies and license tag. I wondered how he had gotten those?

He spent the next few minutes attaching all the pieces and adjusting the straps so that they would fit properly. Once he was done, he covered my eyed and walked me over to a mirror in the hall.

When he moved his hand, I took a moment to take it all in. I was impressed by the illusion of the complete costume. I looked like an anthropomorphic dog. I couldn't help but smile. I felt a little silly when I realized Kevin could actually see it, and told him I loved it.

We boxed up the collar, mask, and tail with the leash Kevin was going to use. We checked the clock and realized that we had spent more time than we thought and had to get ready to leave for the party.

I headed in and used the bathroom one last time and washed up. The paint held up well. I was going to have to find out where Kevin got the stuff and let them know how good it was. I threw on my robe and met Kevin similarly attired in the living room. We headed out and got in the car.

The drive over was short, which was probably a good thing, because I was starting to get cold feet. And not just because I was naked. I was glad the lot was surrounded by a good privacy fence.

We sat and watched for a few more minutes as several other couples arrived and walked into the house. I was amazed at the variety of looks people had achieved with basically no clothes on.

We finally got out of the car and shed our robes. Kevin tossed them into the car and helped me put on the accessories. I caught a glimpse of myself in the cars mirror, and thought I looked great. Kevin chided me about admiring myself and clicked the leash to my collar. The sound sent a shiver down my body, and I felt a little odd.

The feeling passed quickly and we made our way to house and rang the bell. I young man who was naked answered and welcomed us inside. He gave us a little tour of the home and said to look for anyone with red and blue stripes on their upper arms if we needed anything.

We moved around timidly at first, but with the music and warm welcomes from the other couples we soon forgot we were nude, and started to enjoy ourselves. I was having such a good time I let myself relax and slipped into a dog like character.

I can't remember a time I had ever had more fun, and couldn't understand why I hadn't let myself do this sooner. Before I knew it, it was late and the evening and things were wrapping up. We thanked our hosts and assured them that we would definitely be coming back.

Once we were back in the parking area, I took off my hood, tail, and collar, and tied my robe on. As Kevin was tying his on, he asked me how I felt, and if I had enjoyed myself. I took a second, and told him that I did, and had a much better time that I thought I would. I couldn't wait to do it again.

We were both so amped up from the party that the drive home seemed to take no time at all. We let ourselves into the house and kisses. It was getting late, so I decided to take a shower to wash off the paint and get to bed.

I left my robe in the bedroom and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was amazed. I had worn the paint for the better part of a day, and it still looked as fresh as it had when Kevin first put it on. It seemed a shame to wash it off, but it had to be done.

I brushed my teeth, and then stepped into the shower. I let the warm water flow over my body for a while enjoying the soothing feeling. I grabbed my soap and sponge and started scrubbing. I must have scrubbed for the better part of an hour, and nothing happened. The paint wouldn't come off.

I called for Kevin, but he told me not to worry about it, and figured it would wear off overnight. I hoped he was right and hopped into bed with him. We fooled around for a few minutes before we finally fell asleep. I woke up a couple of times feeling a little hot, but quickly fell back asleep.

I was glad the next day was a Sunday, because I woke up really late. I got up and made my way into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, the paint still looked as fresh as it had yesterday. I took another show, but still couldn't wash any of it off. It was stuck good.

I dried off and went into the living room and found Kevin looking at the cans of paint. I didn't like the look in his eyes. He said he was looking for a way to remove it, and found a warning that it was permanent. I almost fainted. I couldn't spend the rest of my life this way.

Kevin had tried to call the number on the can, and got no response. They said the number had been disconnected. He suggested that we go to the store and try and get some help from the guy who ran it. I couldn't think of anything better sot I agreed.

On the bright side, since I hadn't let him paint my face, I could move around in public more or less normally. I had to wear long sleeves and pants even though it was hot out to cover most of my body, but I didn't really have a way to hide my hands, so I kept my sleeves pulled down over them as much as I could.

We drove to what was a seedier part of town. I couldn't understand what would have brought Kevin out here in the first place. We drove up and down a few streets before he looked defeated. He couldn't remember exactly where the place had been.

After a few more trips around the block, we came to an abandoned strip mall. Kevin glanced up at one of the stores. He recognized it as the place where he had bought the pet supplies, so the store had to be here. We looked over the whole mall, but the place looked like it had been closed for some time. I asked him if he was sure and he kept insisting it was right there.

Clearly it was no longer there, so we headed home. Once inside, I was happy to shed my clothes, as they were hot and making me itch. Kevin set about searching the net for answers. I went to the kitchen and grabbed every cleaner I could think of.

I must have spent hours in the bath, and rubbed my skin raw. It hadn't made any difference. I was still just as covered as I had been. I was at a loss for what to do next, and Kevin had failed to find anything.

We decided to grab a bite to eat. Kevin must have felt bad, because had had ordered delivery from my favorite place. I was a little annoyed with him, but for some reason I just couldn't stay mad. I knew he loved me and would never do anything to hurt me on purpose.

We chatted over dinner, and decided that a good nights sleep would help us get a good start on the problem tomorrow. I shot off an email telling my boss I would be out sick for a few days and joined him in bed. I was so tired out I fell asleep almost immediately. I had some strange dreams that night about running around that felt strangely satisfying. I hardly noticed the itching coming from my skin overnight.

When I woke up in the morning I walked into the bathroom to take my shower. Kevin's moth dropped open when he saw me. I turned and looked in the mirror. I was shocked by what I saw.

All the area painted on my body had sprouted hair the same color as the paint. The only place I didn't have any , or maybe any extra, was on my face. I could almost feel it growing out of my skin.

I decided to take my shower, more to keep myself from panicking than anything else. By the time I was done, I was calmer. I reached down and tried to turn off the water, and had trouble gripping the knob.

I figured it was just because it was wet, but when I looked down, my hands seemed kind of funny. My fingers looked shorter, and my thumb had almost disappeared. I was getting paws! I used both hands, er, paws to grasp the knob and turn off the shower.

Not sure what to do next, something told me that Kevin would know what to do. I ran to him as quickly as I could. I was barely able to keep from tripping over my own feet as I ran, and ended up on all fours.

When I found Kevin, he could barely recognize me. My body continued to shift as he watched. Bones shifted and rearranged with odd popping sounds. Luckily most of my body had gone numb, as I imagine it would have been quite painful otherwise.

My hands and feet finished their changes and became full paws. I tried to stand up, but my rapidly shifting bones and muscles prevented me from rising to anything other than a four legged stance, and even that not for long. I lost my balance and fell over as my chest and shoulders reshaped themselves. The light coating of hair on my body filled in quickly in the pattern Kevin had painted, giving me a full coat of fur.

It wasn't long before my body resembled that of a dog with a strangely human head attached to it. I lay on my side on the floor for a few minutes to catch my breath. Feeling was starting to return to my body, and everything from the neck down felt strange. I tried to stand but couldn't manage it.

Seems my new body was only going to let me move like the dog I now looked like. While my head remained unchanged, I could already feel urges from my body. It wanted to run and play. I could pushed those instincts away as Kevin help me back to the living room.

He kept apologizing and was crying He didn't know this would happen. I knew he was being genuine. I could sense his sincerity. It took me a while to get him to stop blaming himself and calm down enough to have a reasonable conversation.

We debated what to do next. I couldn't go back to my normal life this way, and it would be hard to explain away a dog with a human head. It looked like I was doomed to spend the rest of my life in hiding as some sort of weird hybrid monster.

Suddenly Kevin's eyes lit up. He went over to the paint and grabber the cans. He shook them. I could hear a little sloshing in the bottoms. I saw what he was thinking. There was enough left to paint my head and finish the transformation. I wasn't sure what that would do to my mind and personality, so I was hesitant.

I spent the next week mulling over what to do. We came up with very little that could help, and it was getting harder and harder to resist the urges my body was sending me, and keep the neighbors from seeing me. Friday evening I had finally made up my mind.

Saturday morning, I found Kevin and told him what I had in mind. We had a will made up online, and with a little video trickery, managed to get a lawyer to register it and make it all nice and legal. We spent a little longer making sure we had all my affairs in order, and then I let Kevin have at me.

He took his time, and I must say the face he painted on me was a work of art. I was committed now. There was no way back. My whole body was now covered in whatever this paint really was.

In what seemed like no time, my face began to push out into a muzzle, and my ears migrated to the top of my head and flopped over. I could feel the fur pushing out of every pore on my skin. Just as quickly as it had started it stopped.

Kevin help the mirror up to me, and I could see that I had a perfect dogs head to match the body. I opened my mouth and started panting.

I Soon felt some pressure at the base of my spine, as a tail pushed its way out of my body. Once it was a few feet long, it covered itself in fur. I soon found myself involuntarily wagging it.

I could feel the urges of my new dog form pushing at my mind. They were much stronger now than they were before. I could still hold them off, but I wasn't sure for how long.

I felt Kevin fasten the collar around my neck. Something about it just felt right. As he began to pet me, he sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself slip as the dog instincts overwhelmed my human mind.

I was practically jumping for joy when Kevin grabbed the leash to take me for a walk.

Was this really going to be permanent? Would I ever be human again? Could I maintain my human personality, or would I become nothing more than an ordinary dog? Only time would tell, and right now I couldn't care less. I was happy and knew I had made the right decision either way.