The Game Master
You regret everything you've done in the past twenty-four hours and in response you begin to weep like a litle girl. The comotion then attracts unwanted attention. Guards begin to pour in and they drag you to the master. He glares at you as you reach his feet. One of the guards forces your head to his shoes and you are forced to lick! He then presses his index finger against your forehead. The digit then starts to glow a green sort of colour and spontaneously your body begins to alter. The Game Master then begins to ponder on how to transform your body. He takes a look at your jet black hair and remembers your active personality, "Ahha!" He confirms his idea.
He smirks as you yell out in pain. Your hands and fingers become short and stubby, your molars and incisors become canines and fur begins to form on your skin. Your legs become weak and you fall to the floor. You then feel your hip break and change position. Your feet become long and thin, your ears become long and floppy and for the finale a long whine comes from your mouth as a hairy tail emerges from your rear. The Master then shrinks you in size and age. Your have been completely transformed. You are no longer a homosapien. You are now a canine, a jet black labrador puppy to be exact.
You let out a snappy high pitched bark. a light blue flea collar is strapped to your neck, with the engravement of your new name: Bailey. Months after you are declared missing and presumed dead. Your life will never be the same again, but look on the bright side, you are a close pet to 'The Master' and your thinking of making puppys of your own some day. Too bad you're going to be castraited in a couple of days!
He smirks as you yell out in pain. Your hands and fingers become short and stubby, your molars and incisors become canines and fur begins to form on your skin. Your legs become weak and you fall to the floor. You then feel your hip break and change position. Your feet become long and thin, your ears become long and floppy and for the finale a long whine comes from your mouth as a hairy tail emerges from your rear. The Master then shrinks you in size and age. Your have been completely transformed. You are no longer a homosapien. You are now a canine, a jet black labrador puppy to be exact.
You let out a snappy high pitched bark. a light blue flea collar is strapped to your neck, with the engravement of your new name: Bailey. Months after you are declared missing and presumed dead. Your life will never be the same again, but look on the bright side, you are a close pet to 'The Master' and your thinking of making puppys of your own some day. Too bad you're going to be castraited in a couple of days!
