Having actually fallen back to sleep in his headswapped state, Frank was woken by the sound of the door opening, and he instinctively went to jump out of his chair like he normally would, but instead he forgot he was a literal bitch from the neck down. He landed clumsily on all fours and fell over, only to scramble back to his feet. And then in walked his 17 year old daughter Leah, wearing her usual white halter top, denim skirt and a pair of zip-up ankle boots with stiletto heels.
"You asleep again... DAD?" Leah spat, shaking her head. "I asked you to WATCH Daisy, not doze off like usual." She said, having noticed the pile of empty beer bottles. Amazingly, she said nothing about her dad's head being attached to her labrador's body, despite Frank waiting for her to freak the fuck out.
"Erm... got nothing else to do around here." Frank responded, looking up into his daughter's irritated but pretty face.
"Maybe if you stopped being such a slob and went out to find a job, you'd have something to do." Leah scolded her father, but it wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. He watched with surprise and interest as Leah walked over to Daisy, who immediately stood up like any normal human would and started licking her face. "You miss me? Hmm? Good girl!" Leah talked to Daisy, as Frank remained on all fours just staring, open mouthed. Just then he felt the sudden urge to have a piss, and he started pacing around, his paws tapping on the hard floor.
Leah noticed, and it was as thought she instantly knew what she had to do. She walked over to the door and opened it, gesturing for her dad to go out and relieve himself. "Go on then!" She said, staring down at him.
Frank, who was by this time feeling both embarrassed and even a little angry, just waddled his canine body out the door and into the yard. He found the nearest bush and took his first piss as a dog. It was a unique experience, but it was also totally humiliating, but at least his daughter didn't actually watch him do it. After all... that would have been too freaky right?
When he'd has his pee in the yard, Frank walked back into the house and Leah was giving Daisy some water, in a glass no less that she could now hold of course. Frank's irritation with his brother and his new device was growing by the second.
"So huh, how's your mother?" Frank asked Leah, who just scowled at him a little.
"What do you care?" Leah responded.
Frank just sighed, dropping his head to casually sniff at something on the floor. Yep, his ex-wife had certainly done a good job teaching her to hate him. But at the same time a part of Frank couldn't blame her either. But it was too late to change now, and he knew he probably couldn't anyway. Frank knew his best shot at making some money would be with his brother's crazy new doohickey.
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