Down in front of him were a set of fore-paws. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Jon, quickly dashing into the hallway.
Looking in the mirror, he saw what had happened. "Oh crap.." thought Jon, "I've got a dog's body!"
There he was, his head on the family dog, Shelly the husky's body. And oddly enough, it looked like it belonged there. There wasn't a seam or a scar. The fur just gradually gave way to the skin of his face.
He bounded up the stairs to his room and pushed open the door, heading toward where the stone was hidden. He tried to reach the top of the dresser to grab it, but found that he couldn't get at it.
His attempt though, knocked several items off, which crashed to the floor...and woke the figure in bed...the one he hadn't even noticed was there.
He turned, watching his body sit up in bed, with Shelly's head on it.
