“Hiya, babe. Remember me?” he asked. Aya glared at him for a moment.
“Hello again.What got you back here? Trying to make up on your exams?” she answered.
“That’s it, instead of acting like a stuck-up bitch, let’s see her act like a real one.” Announced Linger.
Aya staggered, clutching her head as though about to faint. She leaned up against a locker to support herself, and looked at Jim in confusion. Suddenly, she was finding it very hard to think coherently. Her surprise turned to fear as Linger popped into view, perched on Jim’s shoulder.
“What’s the matter, li’l miss smarty pants? Can’t find anything to say?” he taunted. “Oh yeah. Bitches can’t talk, can they?”
“What do you… WOOF! WOOF!”
Aya tried to reply – only to find, to her horror, that she suddenly couldn’t speak. The words simply wouldn’t come together in her head. All she could do was bark. She clasped her hands to her mouth in disbelief, before trying again. More barks. Jim looked over at Linger, wondering what came next.
“They don’t stand up, either,” noted the imp.
As if on cue, the once-proud girl dropped onto all fours. Panic overtook her as her ability to reason vanished. She scrabbled for a locker, trying to pull herself upright.
“Now, now… no hands, either,” remarked Linger. Aya’s fingers locked together like paws, breaking her handhold so that she tumbled back to the ground. Now driven purely by animal instinct, she scrabbled back away from Jim barking and yelping wildly.
“And the final touches…. since she likes to dress up.” The dog-girl’s clothes became transparent, then vanished to reveal plain white underwear, which also disappeared a second later. A leather collar appeared, and Jim suddenly found himself holding a leash. After a few seconds more, Aya appeared to calm down and sat dull-eyed in a dog-like position of attention. Jim gulped slightly at Linger’s display.
“What do you think? ” asked the imp. “They don’t get much less stuck up than that. I could put her into heat, as well.”
Wed Oct 27 04:50:56 1999