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My name is Sam, and I am a dog. A yellow lab to be exact. I haven't always been this way. When I got up this morning, I was human. My boyfriend Kevin invited me over to his house to see this new charm he had ordered over the Internet. It came with instructions on how to turn a person into an animal; I figured it would never work, so I let him try it. Big mistake. Now he can't seem to figure out how to turn me back.

Kevin was always ordering weird things from the Internet, and wanting me to help him try them out. When he called this Morning, I figured it might be fun to see what he had gotten this time since I was bored and had nothing better to do. I threw on some clothes and walked the block or so to his house.

Kevin was waiting for me with a gleam in his eye. "Wait until you see what I got this time" he said. I grinned and shook my head. "Can't wait" I replied, only a little sarcastically. He led me into his living room, and showed me a beautifully carved charm, about the size of a half dollar. It looked surprisingly authentic.

"It is the Canis charm from the lost culture of Dogistan, or something" Kevin tried to explain. I half tuned him out because each "relic" he purchased was sillier than the last., "uh huh, so what's it do?" I asked. Kevin looked at me as if I had just rained on his parade. With a serious expression on his face, he said, " it lets me turn anyone I want into any type of dog I want."

I looked at him as if he were crazy. " What do you think this is, some type of fantasy story? There's no such thing as transformations. People can't become animals." I think I hurt his feelings because he looked a little deflated. It only lasted for a moment though. " Oh ye of little faith. This is the real deal. " He finally replied. "Okay then, let's see what the charm of yours will do." I said as he led me into his living room.

I stood in the center of the room, while Kevin fumbled with the instructions that had come with the package. He held the charm over his head, and read some words that sounded like gibberish to me. When nothing happened, Kevin looked dejected, and started to lower his arm. "Sorry man, I thought...." He started to say just as the dog on the charm lit up, and a red beam of light hit me squarely on the chest and knocked me into the wall. It must have knocked the wind out of me because I passed out for a minute.

When I came to, Kevin was standing over me worried, asking, "My God, are you alright?" I tried to answer but couldn't get the words out. After a few seconds I felt more normal and tried to stand up. I made it to my feet, but I could tell something was wrong. My entire body felt funny, almost numb. That kind of feeling you get when your foot falls asleep.

I looked down at myself and saw a huge hole in my shirt with singed edges. Man, I really liked that shirt. Without thinking I ripped the shirt off to make sure my chest didn't have a similar hole in it. Lucky everything looked okay, but I sure wasn't feeling the same way.

As the tingling intensified, I found my clothing becoming more and more uncomfortable against my skin. Without thinking I kicked off my shoes and socks, and pants tossing them aside. I hesitated some when I started to take of my boxer briefs, but it what ever was going on definitely wanted me naked as the itching and tingling picked that moment to spike. I couldn't take the feeling any longer and practically tore my underwear from body. I was now totally naked in my friend's living room, but at least the tingling had subsided for now.

The relief only lasted for a few seconds as a new wave quickly overcame me. I looked at my body in horror as hair started growing out all over my body. I soon felt cramps in my hands and feet, and was afraid to look at them. After a few moments, I built up enough courage to look at my hands, and saw that they now resembled paws. The hair continued to grow, and was fully covering my body.

Once my paws were completely formed, something forced me down onto all fours. My arms and legs went through what looked like painful changes, and I was glad that I was basically numb. My mind was having trouble with what was going on. Clearly I was changing into an animal, but that wasn't possible. I must be hallucinating I tried to rationalize. Soon I was standing on four equal length legs.

I felt a pressure at the base of my spine, and looked around just in time to see what could only be a tail burst forth. It quickly reached its full length and was covered in a coat of blond fur. If not for the calming and numbing effects I was experiencing I surly would have passed out or started to panic. As it was I couldn't help but watch with a certain terrified fascination.

Before I could fully take in my previous changes, I could feel my face starting to push out. My nose turned black and flattened out, and my ears started moving and getting longer. Soon I had a full muzzle and my head had changed shape to that of the dog I was becoming. It wasn't long before a few final changes happened in the shape of my body to support my new for legged stance, and the hair finished growing in to give me a complete coat of fur.

The tingling started to subside, and exhausted I collapsed to the floor. It felt like the transformation had taken ages, but I could tell from the fact that Kevin had hardly moved it had only taken seconds.

Kevin rushed to my side, and was clearly scared. He was hesitant to touch me, and kept apologizing. "Don't worry, I'll find some way to turn you back." He tried to reassure me. Kevin rushed off to find the directions and find a way to reverse the process.

All I could do for the next half hour was lie on my side and rest. When Kevin didn't come back right away, I decided to try and find him. After a few tries, I finally managed to pull myself up onto my feet, err paws, and go looking. As I passed a mirror in the hall, I couldn't help but stare. Gone were all semblances of my human self, and in their place was a dog. I watched in fascination as the dog in the mirror mimicked my movements, not quite letting myself believe that this was really happening.

Kevin's cursing drew me out of my tunnel vision, and brought me back to reality. I trotted over to him, and tried to ask what was wrong, but all that came out were barks. Some how he still managed to get my meaning, and told me, " I'm sorry, I didn't really expect this to work, so I only got the base version. The reversal directions were extra. There is a warning that if the spell is not reversed within 72 hours It will become permanent. I'm so sorry". With that he broke down crying. I tried to reassure him, but wasn't quite sure how.

Kevin finally pulled himself together, and tried to call the customer service number printed on the instructions. All he got was a phone tree that had options for shipping or reordering, but nothing specific about the products themselves, and no way to actually talk to a live person. Frustrated he hung up, and went through his bookmarks looking for the web site he had ordered from. Finding the link he was sure was the one, he clicked on it and waited as the page reloaded.

We both stared at the screen and were greeted with a notice that the site was down for maintenance, and wouldn't be available until Monday afternoon. As it was Friday morning, that was too long to wait. We looked at each other not sure what to do next.

I wasn't much help as I couldn't communicate my thoughts well, and I was still trying to get used to my new body. I wasn't sure what Kevin was feeling, but I could tell he wasn't taking this well. He spent the next several hours trying to search for help on the web, but wasn't coming up with anything useful.

I was left alone to wonder the house, and as I did so I could feel the pull of the animal instincts. I could easily resist them now, but somehow I could tell that they would be come stronger and stronger. I knew that by the time the 3 days had passed the dogs mind will have completely taken over and I would become nothing more than a normal dog. I found that thought to be very unsettling and set my mind to finding some way out of this predicament.

After searching for hours, Kevin was clearly getting burned out. I finally took his hand lightly in my mouth and pulled him away from the computer. "Good Idea Sam. Lets Go for a walk and clear out heads." Kevin got up and pulled on his jacket, and I followed after him.

It was early fall, and the air was crisp and cool, and it was an odd sensation against my skin. My fur coat kept me plenty warm. I was worried however, because I didn't have a collar or leash. All the time we walked, I kept a careful eye out for authority figures that might hassle us. I couldn't afford to spend the weekend in the pound.

The walk felt good, and helped me to get used to my new form. I tried to think of solutions to get me back to normal, but it was hard as I kept getting distracted by squirrels and smells other dogs had left behind. It took a lot out of me to keep from letting the animal in me take over. It pushed as hard as it could, but I was able to hold it at bay for now.

After the walk, Kevin commented that he needed to use the bathroom, and I realized I did too. As we got back to his house, he led me to his back yard and locked me in. At first I was a little put out, but I quickly realized that I couldn't use the toilet anymore, and I wasn't sure that I wanted anyone to watch me relieve myself. Fortunately the neighbors couldn't see much, and even if they could, I doubt they would have paid much attention. All they would see was a dumb dog doing its business. I found the traditional leg lift position to be the most effective, and quickly did what I needed to do.

Once I was done, Kevin popped his head out the window and told me he was going out to get something for lunch. Just hearing the word made my stomach rumble. I hoped he wouldn't take too long.

While he was gone, I decided to explore the yard. I had a great time sniffing everything and barking at the occasional squirrel that got too close. The new scents my nose could pick up were amazing. I could also hear all kinds of new sounds I didn't even know existed. I started to think being a dog wouldn't be so bad. Realizing what I was thinking I shook my head, and tried to push that thought as far away as I could.

After what seemed like an eternity Kevin returned. He was carrying several bags when he came around to let me back in. I could smell the food. It was wonderful. Probably the best thing I had ever smelled. Kevin set the bags down on the table, and said "Let's take care of a few things before we eat". I looked at him quizzically, as he pulled out a bag from the local pet store. He drew out a blue collar with a tag that he had engraved with my name and his contact information on the back. He fastened the collar around my neck. I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. I didn't want him to start treating me like a pet, but I knew the collar would circumvent a lot of potential problems.

He also pulled out a matching leash, some toys and a couple of bowls. I hadn't thought about eating, but knew that I wouldn't be able to sit at the table. Kevin rinsed out the bowls, and filled one with water, and placed my lunch in the other. After he set them down in front of me, I took a tentative lap at the water, and after a few tries got the hang of drinking from the bowl. The smell of the burger was almost too much to resist. Without realizing it, I practically wolfed it down, sending crumbs and bits of condiments everywhere. Kevin got a laugh out of that as he ate his burger in a more traditional manner.

I found myself sitting in front of him staring at his food with a sad look on my face until he couldn't take it anymore and gave me the rest of his burger. I was quite pleased with myself, and ate it as quickly as I could. Kevin cleaned up and threw the trash out, and we went back to the living room.

Once we were there, he pulled out one last package. He pulled out a scrabble set, and opened it up, pouring the letters onto the floor. "You can use these to spell out words and we can communicate." He said. I had to admit that was a pretty smart idea. We also decided that one bark for yes and two for no would be easiest for simple questions.

The rest of the afternoon proved just a fruitless as the morning, and we were no closer to finding a way to reverse the spell than when we started. It was starting to look hopeless. I would be trapped as a dog forever. Kevin got up and went outside. I followed after him, and we found our self in the back yard. Kevin picked up a stick, and idly threw it. I know he was just trying to let off a little steam, but I couldn't help myself from chasing after it and bringing it back. I think it surprised Kevin, but he took it from me and threw it again. We played this way for almost an hour. I think he was really getting into the idea of having a dog, and I could feel more and more of myself slipping away the longer we played, but I just couldn't resist.

By the time we went back inside, I was having a hard time coming back to my human ways of thinking. I would have to be careful or I would lose myself all together. Kevin made dinner, and it was some of the best food I had ever had. Everything tasted so much better as a dog, and I finished my meal in under a minute. After I was done eating, Kevin let me out to do my business while he finished and cleaned up the dishes.

Before we went to bed, we chatted for a while, or as best as I could trying to spell out everything. I let Kevin know that I didn't blame him for what happened. I know he was taking it hard and didn't want to totally destroy him. He told me again how sorry he was, and thanked me for forgiving him, and we headed off to bed.

As we slept, I started to dream about events from my childhood. Only this time, they were from the point of view of a puppy. I could feel my mind changing as I slept, and large chunks of my past were changing into the memories of a dog. I dreamt about Kevin adopting me as a puppy, and all the good times we had playing fetch and other typical dog games.

When I awoke the next morning, it took me a moment to realize where I was. I could smell the food Kevin was cooking in the kitchen, and made my way there. It was almost ready, and he greeted me with a "Hello boy!". I wagged my tail and gave him a big lick. I was disgusted with myself, but couldn't resist. Kevin happily scooped some food into my bowls and I happily ate it all and licked the bowl clean.

Kevin tried to talk to me after breakfast, and I had to work hard to understand what he was saying. My thoughts kept becoming scattered and it was harder to concentrate on what he was saying. Most of the memories of my schooling and childhood had become those of a dog, making it harder for me to remember how to spell words and communicate my feelings. As the day went on it became harder and harder and the words woof and bark appeared more and more frequently in my sentences. I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to form any coherent sentences. I was starting to get scared.

Luckily Kevin had found some leads and we decided to follow them up. Kevin hooked the leash to my collar, and it felt weird and right at the same time. The dog instincts were definitely slipping farther and farther into my mind, strongly effecting how I was behaving. As we walked down to the address Kevin had found, I noticed that unless I concentrated on it, I would feel myself drifting away, and letting myself think and act as a dog would. It felt so good and natural and was harder and harder to come back from each time. I could tell that time was running out. Even If I could become human again, I wasn't sure how much of my original self would remain.

The address was in the seedier part of town, and was hard to find through all the dilapidated buildings. Neither Kevin nor I felt safe on the streets, but we knew we had to press forward. Eventually we came to a building that looked like it had been bombed out years ago. The numbers matched, so we carefully made our way inside. We walked carefully through the building until we found the right suite number. I held my breath as we pushed the door open, hoping to find what we needed inside.

The room was dark, and Kevin shined his flashlight over the interior. I felt a feeling not unlike a punch in the gut. The place had been ransacked years ago. The window had been broken open, and the elements had come through. Everything was water damage, and I could smell the presence of mice and rats that had been chewing on things.

We spent hours trying to sift through the debris trying to find anything that could help us. Either the cure, or someone we could contact, or another place to look. We found a few things that looked promising, but most of them were too badly damaged to easily make any use of. We stuffed what we could into Kevin's backpack, and got out of the building before it collapsed on us.

The walk home was uneventful, and the prospect of finding a way to reverse this spell kept me grounded and helped me resist the lure of giving in to the dog. Kevin grabbed us some lunch on the way, which we ate quickly, and we moved into the living room to sift through what we brought home.

There were some artifacts like the charm Kevin had used on me, but they were all different and broken in some way. None of them seemed even remotely useful. We placed them to the side and focused on the documents. Most of them were invoices and such, but there were a good number of more promising ones. As we sifted through them, I found it more and more difficult to read what they said, and not just because they were damaged. I could feel my knowledge of the words slipping from my mind. Before long they were almost unintelligible to me. I tried to let Kevin know the problems I was having, but it was difficult to get the ideas out. I think he finally understood, and I was relegated to watching while he tried to make sense of the documents.

It was late in the evening after we had gone through the stacks, and gotten nowhere. Some of them might have had the information we needed, but it was far too damaged and degraded to make use of. Kevin let me out to take care of business while he cooked dinner. I was feeling far too depressed to put up much of a fight, and soon found myself running around the yard and playing with the toys Kevin had brought without a care in the world. I was almost having too much fun to come in when it was time for dinner.

I was panting like crazy when I came in, and dashed over and drained the water bowl in seconds. I ate the food so quickly I don't even know what it was. It could have been a bowl of dog food for all I knew. I stared at Kevin as he ate with a vacant look on my face. It was a while that he was talking to me before I was able to snap out of it and pull myself out of the dog mindset.

I had given up on trying to form any complex thoughts or use the tiles to spell anything out, so I had to make do with simple barking. It wasn't perfect, but we did manage to have a reasonably productive conversation. We formulated a plan. We had one last lead that was an antique shop that wouldn't open until tomorrow afternoon. That was cutting it kind of close in getting what we needed, and figuring out how to use it, but we couldn't think of another choice. We went to bed that night exhausted from the search, and emotionally drained. Hopefully tomorrow would bring the answers we need, and there would still be enough human of me left to bring back.

As I slept, I dreamt of my teenage years. As the dreams progressed, they were changing. I was now a dog in them, and many started to revolve around Kevin as if I had always been his pet. All memory of my former family drifted away, to be replaced the dog's memories. Many of the most prominent events in my life were edited to be from a dog's point of view, and the lesser ones just vanished all together.

By the time I woke up in the morning, most of my past had been completely erased and replaced with the past of the dog I was becoming. I tried as hard as I could to remember any of my past life, but it just wouldn't come. In some ways it was very scary to me, but that quickly passed, and I couldn't understand what the big deal was. I was a dog, and that was the way things were supposed to be. It was easy to just relax into the simple life of a dog, but something kept nagging at the back of my mind that this wasn't the way things were supposed to be.

As I made my way to the kitchen for breakfast, I found it hard to remember the names of the things I was seeing. It felt weird to me, but my mind kept insisting that this was normal. I couldn't miss the smell of the food, and ran straight to my bowl. I gobbled it down as fast as I could. Kevin said something to me, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying. It was all gibberish to me.

Kevin let me out to do my business, and watched me from the window. I could tell he was sad but wasn't sure why. I found a nice tree to relieve myself against and proceeded to play with my toys. Kevin watched for a little while longer, and was clearly distressed by how much of myself I seemed to have lost. He blamed himself and tried to convince himself, without much success, that it wasn't to late. He hoped that we could still find a way to fix this.

When it was finally time to visit the antique shop, I was hanging on by a thread. I was dog far more than human now, and what was left of my human self could only retain control for a few minutes at a time at most. The store was too far to walk to, so Kevin drove. I spent most of the trip with my head out the window enjoying the wind on my face.

We pulled into the parking lot, and the store looked like it was antique itself. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but knew we had to go through with it. Kevin pulled the door, and had to use all his strength to pull it open. He finally opened it enough for us to squeeze in, and we jumped when it slammed shut behind us.

The store was massive, and we couldn't see the other side from where we were standing. There was a checkout stand not too far from where we were, and we made our way there. There was a woman manning the checkout, and Kevin approached and explained the situation to her. She eyed him skeptically, but when he produced the charm, she made him put it away. "Wait here" she said, and disappeared somewhere in the back of the shop. Twenty or so minuets later, a strange looking man came out, and Kevin again told him our story. He looked only half interested, but something told me to trust him. He walked around us, and gave me a through examination.

"Yes I think I can help you. It will be costly, and there can be no guarantees. Time is growing short and there may not be enough left to fully reverse this." He said seriously. Kevin pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to the man. He took it and disappeared to collect the things he required. By the time he was done getting things together, it was late in the evening. We had a quick meal of Chinese while he explained what to do. He had cast a spell on the amulet so it would be able to reverse the spell, and he gave us the words to recite. It would take some time to recharge the amulet, and we hoped it would be done in time. Kevin thanked him, and we drove home to attempt the reversal.

I fell asleep on the ride home, and I slept I could feel the last of my humanity being revised or erased. The memories of everything that had happened to me over the last few months became memories seen from the dog's perspective. By the time we pulled up to Kevin's house, there was nothing human left at all. I was now nothing more than Kevin's Faithful pet.

As Kevin led me into the house, it wasn't long before he noticed that something was different. Putting two and two together, he knew I had lost the battle to maintain myself. He looked at the charm, but it was still dark. He wondered if he had been taken, but put that thought out of his mind, and decided to play with me until it was time. We went out to the back yard, and Kevin had fun with me despite himself. He had always wanted a pet, but had never been able find the right one. Maybe it was me.

I fell asleep with my head on Kevin's lap in the living room, and I had some of the best dreams possible. Kevin awoke suddenly due to a strange light flashing in the room. It took him a minute to wake up enough to realize that it was the charm. He quickly grabbed it and the directions, and followed them as best he could. He prayed that it wasn't too late.

I was surrounded by a bright light and could feel the tingling feeling again, but nothing happened. I looked down at my body and realized I was still a dog. "Shoot, It didn't work" I said. It took me a moment to realize that I had actually spoken. Kevin looked shocked. I was still stuck in the body of the dog, but somehow the spell had restored my humanity. I still had all the dog memories, but my human ones were back too. I could choose which ones I wanted, and keep full control. I also seemed to gain the ability to speak again. Not quite sure how that worked with my canine mouth, but I wasn't sure I wanted to question it.

Over the next few weeks we made everything official. I moved in with Kevin, and arranged for a lawyer that would draw up the papers for him to handle my property and possessions. It was a little more expensive to find one that wouldn't ask too many questions and wouldn't need to actually see me, but it was worth it. Thanks to the money Kevin got from selling my things, he would be able to support us for a long time without having to worry about anything.

The last part was the part I was dreading most. If I was going to stay a dog, then I would need to be licensed, and have my shots. The trip to the vet was scary, but not as bad as I feared. Kevin had me micro chipped and got all of my shots. When the vet asked if he would like to have me neutered, he pretended to consider it. I gave him my fiercest look and thought, "wait till we get home" at him. As Kevin settled up the bill, the tech gave him my new license tag, and the rabies and microchip tags, and affixed them to my collar. I kind of liked the way the jingled as I walked.

It took a while, but I finally convince Kevin that I wasn't mad at him for what he had done to me, and I really was happy. I don't think he ever gave up looking for a way to change me back fully, but something inside me made me feel like this was the way things were supposed to be.

Still, every time a truck came to deliver something Kevin had ordered, I ran and hid under the bed until I was sure it wasn't another one of his weird toys. I didn't want to have to go through that ever again.

I still loved Kevin with all my heart, and now as his dog I had new ways to show my love for him. We grew old together, and deeper in love. I don't think there was anyway we could have been happier together. Even if we were both Humans.