“I think I have a better idea,” Angela adds while Jennifer—formerly Jim—babbles at her. “I’ll let you keep your balls since I kinda feel sorry for you.” At that, Jennifer gurgles happily, “but I don’t think you should be around people like that,” Angela continues. She then sets Jennifer on the floor to crawl around while she thinks of what to do.

Jennifer could see her reflection in some of the siding of the building they were behind. She looked just like any baby girl with the exception of the tail poking out of her onesie, and the tiny pair of ears atop her head. Her fur was a rich dark brown alas it was only on her tail and ears.

Angela picked her up, “I got it, but we need to get somewhere more private.” This, terrified Jennifer, who found herself thinking ‘why do I always attract the perverts?’

“I know how that sounds, I’m not like that. These people will kill us if they see us remember?” Jennifer then remembered how true that was. How public lynchings were still routine in the region. Not that she had any say, she couldn’t even control her limbs. Angela picked her up and ran far away until they went inside a shed. It was empty inside mostly, just a sink and a small table. There were also doors, presumably to other rooms in this makeshift house.

“First I have to take off your clothes.” Jennifer began to cry desperately then. “Not like that perv.” Jennifer kept crying regardless, but was easily restrained by Angela. “Fine, whatever, I don’t want your clothes ripping,” then she took of Jennifer’s diaper, “and you seem to need a change anyway.” Jennifer still wailed anyway, but Angela just ignored it and proceeded to clean her.

Jennifer was only a bit wet, enough that it was visibly wet, but not yet sagging. Angela wiped her thoroughly and left her on the table afterwards with no clothes on. Just as Jennifer was thinking ‘this is it, fucking rapist,’ Angela announced, “this is it.”

Her crying intensified as she prepared mentally, but nothing came. Instead in the minute that followed, Jennifer’s crying turned into howling. After a minute of nothing, she stopped crying and heard herself. She looked down at herself, at her crotch specifically, to see what was going on.

“Well, Jim, how do you like this now,” Angela asked. The slit that Jennifer had was now just any male dog’s equipment, and he was now able to jump off the table.