(JAKE)
-Yes- I locked the door with key before trying to morph
-Ok, so here goes nothing- I concentrated on the image of my dog homer, running in the yard, his toungue out of his mouth and his dirty fur. Then, very slowly at first, I began to change, it wasnt painful, exactly, it's like when you go to the dentist and he uses novocaine, so you know the pain is there but isnt reaching your brain. I grew smaller, the ground was rushing up at me as if I were falling, my teeth became pointy and my knees reversed direction, fur bagan to grow and my noise and face bulged out. Finally, I stood fully dog, in front of my friends, my clothes were piled up next to me. The thing you should know about dogs is that they're never "sort of happy" they're either extra happy or extra bummed, and the smells and sounds were amazing, I could hear cars passing two blocks away, and smell the food my mom was preparing in the kitchen, but there was something else, another dog, in my yard! "Wait, Jake, get a grip on yourslef, thats homer you put him outside".
(SAM)
-You reckon we should call him?- I asked, mostly to Cassie, after all, it was her phone we'll be using.
