“Iʼm a bitch?”, Angela asks. “Look in the mirror first.”

Jim was about to before doubling over in pain as a tail grew out. His new tail began to wag like it had always been there. Before he could respond, though, he was struck with intense pressure in his crotch. He stuck his hand down his pants and felt it become flat. “Just because I happen to be a female dog, whatever,” now Jennifer says.

“Hmm, guess youʼre not aware.”

Jennifer opens her mouth to respond, but can’t because there is a pacifier tied in place. Then, her shirt and pants joined to become a pink onesie and her underwear thickened into a diaper which she quickly and instinctively wet. Finally, she shrank several feet to about a foot and fell on her back.

Angela picked her up, “Youʼre pretty cute as one though. I really under shot the age though, I wanted around three.”