The change is instant, painless, and not at all disorienting. With your mind as clear as it is, you can tell something is very, very wrong. You had agreed to become her dog, yet you were much smaller than any dog should be; you found yourself dwarfed by the table, its leg standing over you like an ancient Greek column. You even tried to move your body, but had trouble. Either your muscular system had changed drastically or you were simply immobile.
Before you could try and move more, Ms. Ishihara stepped back into the room. She had changed into a sheer negligee and a pair of stilettos. For the first time in your life, you could see her making a sincere grin. Her eyes were fixed on you.
"Well John, after making the first four years of my professional life a living hell, culminating in the most embarrassing two minutes of my life, an embarrassing two minutes that almost got me FIRED, you decided to come her and give yourself to me? Why? How stupid could you be?"
She approached your frozen form, stabbing her heels into the carpet. You still couldn't move, but now it was from fear. Her titanic black shoes drew closer and closer, slamming louder and louder as they approached. They came to a stop only a few inches away from what you assumed to be your head as Ms. Ishihara's door alarm began to ring.
"Oh, the other match is here early. Sorry John, I'm done with you. I'm going to have some fun with an actual human, not a..."
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