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Chapter 4

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Several things happened over the next month, things that were both failures and triumphs, on both Alex's part and mine. The chill of a San Fran spring was beginning to fade into the beginning of the summer heat. At least we were near the coast, where it never really grew too warm.

The first problem I had, was re-orienting myself with the time. It was strange, I learned I'd spent close to three months in physical therapy, and before that I'd spent a good month in a medically-induced coma. I had went under in late December and now it was the April of the next year, and easily much warmer than when I was last human. I could feel the difference between sun and shade like night and day on my thick winter's fur, which, much to Alex's discontent, was beginning to shed.

Time was an easy thing to tackle, however. In very short order on the next morning, two less glorious issues tackled me. As my transformation was somewhat less than Kafka-esque, and being a real person in a real, biological dog's body, it's rather obvious that I would have to deal with my new body's biological functions, and one of those functions was very necessary to do in the morning.

No, it wasn't dealing with Morning Glory, thankfully, it was the other one.

In Physical Therapy, I'd been taken care of very, very well. After I could walk there were no more bedpans, and, with professional veterinary care, I would be taken to something that mostly resembled a short, round bathtub basin, with the floor sloping evenly inward toward an inset drain. It was state of the art, I guess, and came with a detachable varying-stream shower head on a hose. There I would have to do my business, blushing hot pink in my satellite-dish ears, as the polite attendant would begin to press down on the top of my hips, pull my paws apart a little, pull my tail up out of the way, and help me squat there to do the task. After awhile when I was able to aim on my own, he -or sometimes, she- would stand and watch me to make sure I could do it on my own, and, to my behest, coach me on.. And, being new in my body, I was often rather messy and shamed (The attendant would sometimes get some on themselves, but were always able to handle me, and this made me blush even harder), and they'd kindly take the shower-head and rinse me off. After awhile, I'd amassed the skill to be able to not need more than a paw-rinse.

Needless to say, despite the "No expenses spared" approach, the whole treatment did little to get me completely comfortable with my four legs, tail, and canine-ness. It did even less to prepare me for living in a normal house while having four legs, a tail, and being one-hundred-percent canine.

I woke up and it was rather early in the morning, with Alex still asleep, her arms around me, and I had to go.

I looked at the clock. Six, even. She was holding me pretty tight, and I didn't want to wake her up this early. I tried to hold it, it wasn't that bad. I couldn't fall back to sleep. Glancing at the clock again, I saw it was now just two after six. Not nice, the sun hadn't even risen yet. It was gonna be a long ordeal, I could already tell.

Around eight minutes later, I was able to edge my way out of her embrace with a lot of very slow, apprehensive wiggling. Oh man, I remember thinking, I sure hope she left the bathroom door open! I padded away, then remembered her bathroom was up the stairs. Nice, stairs! I'd hardly worked with stairs at all, and hers had two flights to the second floor. So I shakily began to climb the stairs, one paw at a time up the incline, my tail between my legs as I was trying to hold it in. It took forever to reach the top, and when I did, I went straight to the bathroom door. Alas, it was closed. I pawed at it, pushed at it, even tried to turn the doorknob, but there was no way I could apply the torque and pressure to the smooth knob with just my paws or my jaw.

Note to self, have Alex install lever-handles!

There wasn't anything I could do. I carefully made it down the stairs without falling, even though I'd almost tripped up and went tumbling down to the first flight. Alex was still asleep on the couch, and I approached tenderly.

Now, how to wake her up without pissing her off?

Well, maybe I could try and talk her awake, just gently. I leaned in close, I could feel her tender breath on my fur.

I tried to talk, tried to use the collar. There was just a little bit of quiet static before it stopped. Oh, damn. What was the problem? Seriously, this wasn't nice! I concentrated hard but the collar wouldn't respond. It was dead.

Dead as I would be if I left a surprise on Alex's floor. Shit.

I whined loudly without even intending to, a long, high-pitched kind of canine sound that I felt in the middle of my throat. I leaned in, and began to try and nose and paw Alex awake. She wouldn't like it, but it's better than if I would've acted like a total dog and tried to wake her up. I didn't know why the collar wasn't working, but it just wasn't, and I couldn't just hold it and wait for her to wake up.

Eventually she woke, batting her sleepy eyelids for a moment. She reached out and scritched me with an oblivious smile on her face, and then closed her eyes for a moment. Then, right on cue, her eyes popped wide open and she jumped up into a sitting position, her breath catching in her throat in a gasp.

"Travis!" She said, putting her dainty hand to her chest tenderly. "Scared the hell outta me! What's wrong?"

I tried to tell her, but the collar was still broken. I just whined again and let out a shaky, sad growl.

Her face grew taut with alarm. "Travis, stop fooling around! What's wrong? Talk!"

I tried again, just another long drawn out whine. I tried to think for a moment as she stayed quiet, confused and alarmed. How could I tell her? I tried to paw at the collar but it was situated too far down my neck for me to properly do so, and Alex didn't understand my gesture. How?

I lifted my head, puffed my chest and neck out. It hurt some to do that, but she understood what I meant.

"Oh, that's.. It's not working? I'll call the doctor!"

I shook my head. Ouch. But there was an even more pressing matter. I had to go, BAD!

Damn, another round of doggy charades. Fun!

There weren't many ways I could charade this. I didn't want to just go through the motions- It would mortify her, so I began to gesture toward the stairs with my head. Ow, ow, ow. That smarted a little. When she finally looked to where I was pointing, I ran over there, and stood at the first few steps of the stairs and scratched at the stairs and whined. This was so damn humiliating. It wasn't until I started going up the stairs that Alex broke her wide-eyed, confused stare and started to follow me up, and eventually, I got to the bathroom door and started to claw at it.

"Oh!" she said, in that long, drawn-out, exasperated way, the silent 'That's what you were getting at!'. She turned the doorknob, a gesture so simple but one that I wasn't capable of, and opened the door to her glorious cream-walled white-tiled temple of porcelain appliances!

Except, I still didn't know how to use a human toilet as a nonhuman dog.

I stared at it for a bit, before she came in, blushing as red as I was under my fur, her cheeks probably burning as hot as mine, and after we both stared at it awhile, she lifted up the wooden lid of the thing to reveal the smoothly-sanded and stained wooden seat.

So close, but so far.

I stared at it again. How would I do this? I just tried to turn in place, almost tripping over my paws, and backed up. I tried to press myself to sit up on it, but had nothing for which to put my front paws on and hold myself up; the wall was out of reach. I tried to spread my legs around it; Nope, my new quadrupedal-minded hips wouldn't let my legs spread that far apart. I tried to sit on it, but it was too awkward for my legs. Alex even tried to help me and hold me up. Well, it would've been good for one thing, but my new furry canine gear wasn't situated to release down at that angle.

I looked at her and whined.

She blushed, and turned away. "Uh, Travis, you'll, er... Have to go out back. Uhm... Just go in the corner, okay? I'll take care of it later.

I wanted to protest, it was just a high-pitched kind of pleading growl.

"C'mon, hun, just this once... I won't look, promise. Meanwhile I'll call Franksten, ask him what's wrong with your collar. Trust me, hun?"

I tried my best to look indignant, but Alex only smiled sweetly. Maybe I was just making myself look cute by pouting. Ew.

She led me back down the stairs, and to the sliding glass door to her backyard. When she opened it, we were both hit with a gust of fresh morning wind.

Fresh? It was more like freezing. Cold, windy, grey in the early light of half-past-six, the sky overcast with clouds. The front must have moved in over the night because there was no hint of clouds or rain yesterday. It even looked like it was drizzling, and I was bombarded with the smell of grass and the musky dampness of the heavy weather.

I looked up at Alex like she was crazy. She had goosebumps on her arms, which were crossed tightly against her chest. She seemed to know what I was thinking.

"Hey, fuzzybutt, don't look at me like that, you're the one with a winter coat. Go out there and do your business."

I pouted, and whined again. I was getting too used to this.

Alex shot me a stern look, and I sullenly padded out onto the freezing, damp concrete patio. She swiftly shut the glass door behind me.

The wind rustled my fur, and bit through my coat with the strange stirring, the movement pushing and making the roots of my fur pull soothingly at the nerves there. But I was distracted. I should've enjoyed it, but I was trying to get to the corner and figure out how to do this.

Thankfully she had a full privacy fence, tall boards that were fitted closely together so no-one would be able to peak through.

So I went to the corner of the yard with the drizzle falling on my back and weighing down my fur and making me smell like wet dog, and making me look like wet dog, with the slight migraine I'd built up from my game of charades, and tried to figure out how to piss without pissing all over my paws. Should I lift my leg? No, that'd be silly. I'd feel silly, at least. I just wasn't ready to do that yet, nope. Squat? No, the grass was cold, and just because there was now fur on my balls didn't mean they were immune to the cold. I'd have to try and stand against the fence.

So I put my front paws against the fence and slowly walked my front half up, and looked down. I must've been silly-looking, but at least I wouldn't be pissing all over my paws. I looked down my front, and straight down at the business end of m new German Shepherd bits.

Doctor Franksten had told me that he kept all his dogs meant for transplants 'fully intact', to allow his patients the best quality of life he could afford them afterwards. After all, it was far from him to force his ideals of sexuality on them, and whether or not they came to term with their new dog-self in that way was up to them.

I didn't really let myself think about that often. Sex, as a dog? I figured I'd have to eventually deal with it now, but I was just getting a hold of the talking and walking and not pissing on myself bit, let alone trying to score with Alex in bed.

But to my mortification, I was having a hard time letting go. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Alex, back towards me, on the phone. Good, as long as she didn't look out here, I'd be spared embarrassment.

But then I felt something funny down under, something familiar to any man, but so alien in this new body, and as I looked down, I saw a pink tapered sliver of flesh sticking out the the cream-furred hanging thing. I hurriedly looked over my shoulder at Alex, still turned away.

Shit, morning wood. Now, at all times? Why, dammit! If she looked out and saw...

I just put my head back down. It was strange, I was curious, but my heart was thumping hard. I'd have time later to explore myself, but now was my day back and already this! What had I been thinking, anyway? I didn't know jack shit about canine anatomy!

As the long veiny pink thing reached about an inch out, I began to feel the pressure release. Oh, thank god. Maybe that would make it go down? When I was done, I pushed back off the wall, and made sure not to step in my puddle.

But, that damn thing wouldn't go down.

Instead, it was sticking out more now as I sat back on my haunches on the edge of the cold concrete patio. Alex was looking away still, moving into another room, still on the phone. I looked down at the throbbing between my legs. This wasn't just going to go down if I left it alone. The poor dog donor must've been pretty pent up.

Tentatively, I reached for the pulsing length, still mostly encased in fur, and began to stroke it. I was a little surprised by how good it felt, and he almost let his jaw hang open and his tongue hang out, but I had a duty to do. The veiny pale member began to grow larger, making me whine. Oh god, why wouldn't it go away? It was starting get cold now, my cold moist member was exposed more and more to the air as it grew out, and it wouldn't stop! I thought, 'When will this thing stop? How did I pack this away?'

Unfortunately my attention weren't enough. They only made me crave release more, and my paw wasn't able to properly grip it. There was a strange swelling at the base that I didn't care to think about that made my sheathe feel tight, but I couldn't pay any mind to it. If my paws wouldn't work, what would I do? What could I do? A sudden gust of wind across the exposed flesh made me jump and I whimpered some. If anything, my attentions had made it worse, how could I get rid of it now? Thankfully Alex began to walk out of the frontroom...

Only one thing to do.

I had to use my mouth. I suppose it was desperation that led me to this thought, because at that point, I wouldn't have thought of it on my own in a sane, comfortable position. But here I was stuck out in the freezing yard with a slick, long doggy hard-on, and it was only me second day back. I was not thinking straight, obviously.

So I slowly bent my head down, and took it in my mouth. I felt my sharp teeth run over it and my hips squirmed, my tail spazzing behind me as the inside of my pinned ears blushed hot red and at a thousand degrees. I could hardly believe I was doing it, but as I slid more and more of the tubular flesh into my muzzle, the more desperate I became.

I tried to begin to bob my head up and down. It was hard to keep my hips still but I did it. This was also pretty uncomfortable for my neck, but I was able to work up the momentum for awhile.

I felt that swelling in my furry sheathe grow larger with each of my panicked heartbeats. It was unpleasant at first, until when I felt I was getting close to the finish, it finally exploded. I yelped as it suddenly grew painfully big in my sheathe, stretching it too much just behind the tip to not pop out and locking itself in. I jerked my head away just as a small stream of clear 'pre' leaked down the now even colder and wet member, with the painful bulge caught where it shouldn't have been. I whined and rolled onto my side, trying to cover my shame with my paws and trying to bite back a yelp and a yowl, when just then, I heard Alex beginning to open the door.

"Why are you laying in the grass? It's freezing!" She looked at me strangely, as I writhed in anguish from the stretching pressure. She leaned over me and saw the jutting pinkish-red and veiny doggy gear jutting out from between my paws. "What's that? Is-is that..."

I looked up at her with eyes a little teary from the pain. 'Yeah, it's a penis, and it's fucking hurting!'

"Is that your..."

I nodded urgently and yipped a little. Oh man, that swelling wasn't leaving fast enough.

"Why... Travis, this isn't the time to be... doing that!" Her face was all red and flushed, but I was still laying in the cold dewy grass. It was finally starting to loosen up, at least. But Alex, totally ignorant to my agony, was still going on and on like it was my fault. It was, sort of, but my foreign body, the functions of which neither of us fully knew about, was still at least partly to blame.

"Stay here, I'll go get, like, and icepack, or something," she said as she turned to walk into the kitchen. Of course, as soon as she'd said that, I cringed. It was already cold enough from the wind and the late winter storm that'd moved in, but now she was going to put ice right against it! Shit, why'd my collar have to break that very morning?

As I felt my heart beat in my deep chest, I felt the tension begin to slowly listen as the blood flowed away from the long, strangely-built cock. Now that I was able to get a good look at it, I, for the first time, saw what a real dog penis looked like, and how different it was. Alex obviously saw it, too, and, I figured, since she didn't seem too thrilled about it, I'd have a hard time now if I ever wanted to try and put it in her.

By now the subsiding pain allowed me to sit up, but as soon as I did, Alex ran back outside with a very cold-looking sandwich bag full of ice. I visibly gulped. Fortunately, she didn't look like she was enjoying this much either. Hopefully that meant she wouldn't get used to it.

She went down to her knees in the grass, and as I sat up I leaned back against her. She put her arm under my forelegs to hold me back as she tentatively reached the other hand, holding the ice bag, around my hip to the pink fleshy tower there. I tried to look back at her with the biggest puppy eyes I could make. It was already going away on its own, but without my collar, I couldn't tell her that.

It didn't feel good when she pressed the frozen icepack to my already frozen bits, and I couldn't help but yelp and struggle. She held it there for a length of minutes, until the offending member retreated, and it left me whimpering there as she tried to sooth me by petting and whispering to me.

After that, she let me back in the house, where I laid out on the couch. She said that Franksten would be there in half an hour to see, until then, just try and stay calm.

So she and I watched TV together. Alas, there was nothing on worth watching. After awhile, she pulled me over to her, my arms over her lap, as she gently embraced my head and neck. I guess she was trying to make up for how cold that icepack was. I still wasn't totally over it, but at least I felt better now. The cold had gone away, and yet, still, I felt a kind of shame collected in my chest, and I blushed hot in my oversized ears whenever I thought of it. Alex would notice because said burning ears would fall to the sides of my head, and my tail would curl between my legs.

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It wasn't long before Doctor Franksten arrived, knocking at the door. Alex nearly threw me off the couch to jump up and run to get it. Right away, he came up to me and asked me how I felt. Of course, I just looked back dumbly at him. After a moment's awkward pause, he exclaimed, "Oh, right!" and reached into his bulging pocket. From said pocket, he extracted what looked like a wall plug, sort of like a cellphone charger without a cord.

"I forgot to give you the battery charger!"

Both Alex and I stared at him. Another beat of awkward silence passed.

"What, did you think your voicebox ran off of hopes and dreams? It has to be powered by something. So, the obvious choice is a nanobattery!"

Alex looked from the charger to my collar, and back again. "So, where's it plugged in?"

"Oh, it doesn't plug in. It's an inductive charger, so it uses some kind of magnetic field to recharge it, sort of like those electric toothbrushes. All you have to do is lay the collar within a foot or so of it, when it's plugged in, and it should charge."

Alex carefully took the spacey-looking black box from him. "Alright... Just tell me for how long, and how often."

The doctor shifted his weight and scratched his chin. He hadn't shaved yet, and still had a hint of stubble from the previous day's five o'clock shadow. "That's the quandary. The charge should've held for at least a week... Unless, for some reason, it was uncharged. I think I remember charging it before you left, so I suppose it could have a defective battery."

"Can you replace it?" Alex asked, going straight to the point.

"I can, but it'll have to be special order. It'll take awhile. Can you wait until then? Should only take two weeks."

Alex looked at me, and I looked at her. We both considered it for a moment, but we both knew there was no other alternative. "Alright, doctor. Erm, can I... ask you about something in private?"

Immediately all my warning switches flicked, and I involuntarily whined. Alex patted my head softly. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad.

Doctor Franksten ensured me of his good intentions, before he and Alex stepped out of the room, onto the patio. I padded over to the door, and leaned in to eavesdrop. I wasn't going to let them plot behind my back without, at the very least, trying to listen in.

I couldn't make out most of what Alex was saying, due to her hushed tones. To me, they sounded like exhagerated stage whispers, but nonetheless I couldn't hear what she was so anxiously discussing.

The doctor, however, was loud and casual.

"Oh, that? Yeah, that's totally normal! "No, you... Why'd you do that? Well. Okay, I suppose, but really, I've owned intact dogs my whole life. It's not like I haven't walked in on things.

"No, it's supposed to look like that. I mean, what did you expect? Well, there are some problems. If it starts getting dry, or --ahem-- He's using it too much, well...

"You'll need to get ahold of some KY Jelly or something, and apply it. Otherwise he could get a pretty nasty infection.

"Yeah, you'll have to do it, I don't really think he'd be able to with his paws. You'll have to do it, it's not that bad.

"Listen, if you want to help him through this... He may look like a dog, but he's still Travis. No, listen... Okay, look, do you need me to demonstrate?

"...Didn't think so. It's only as intimate as you make it, but I'm sure he'll appreciate the closeness. It'll make him feel more human. Anyways, I have to go to my office and get started on processing my next patient. Call me if you need anything else. Yeah, take care of him, please."

I looked down at myself, blushing hot in my ears. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what they were talking about. That morning's incident with the ice pack. I skulked back over to the couch and laid myself down, flat, upset. Upset mostly with myself, not so much with Alex. I just wondered why it sounded like she was so much against it, like she couldn't accept this part of me.

Not that I wanted it to be part of me. But I had no choice. It had been all or nothing, and I put all in. Alex came in eventually, and smiled one of her tired half-smiled at me. She sighed as she let herself fall onto the couch, and after awhile, leaned over to detach my collar. I just looked at her and whined a little, but she shushed me, and assured the collar would be charged in a couple of hours, and that she was really sorry for everything that happened.

"I'll try and do my best, honey," She said softly as she kissed my furry cheek. Once, twice, then kissed me on my soft, black, dog lips. She smiled at me again, ran her hand through my fur, and went to go plug in the charger.