"It was almost six months of physical therapy," she answered. "But it was worth it. I can use my new arms better than I could use my old ones." She opened up the file and said, "Now, I'm sure that you're wondering how you're going to be transformed. Its different for everyone. Now let's see, you are going to be changed into..."
She rifled through the file. "A pet for your little brother," she said. "It says he always wanted a dog, but your mother wouldn't let him have one. You are going to be his dog. You'll retain intelligence though, of course."
"But, I don't want to be a..." Jon trailed off as a needle was deftly injected into his arm and everything went black.
