Sarah bolted home as fast as she could; amazed at the speed she was reaching on her new legs. She was grateful that she was still wearing the sports bra from her jogging session in the park this morning; however she did regret racing out too fast and not asking Jon and Karyn to fix up her jogging suit, as she ran occasionally she slipped on the oversized sleeves or legs of her now unfitting suit.
As Sarah raced past the various houses and down the footpath, artfully dodging people in her way, she realized that she was in a completely bizarre situation, here she was, the captain of the school cheerleading team, effectively now a half-dog girl. Only this morning she was just running her usual route, listening to some tunes on her iPod and then a chance encounter leads her to make a completely life changing wish to someone whom until recently was a person she loathed and barely spoke to.
Racing down the street, Sarah could feel her breasts bouncing against her chest, even which wrapped in the firm bra, she was grateful to have her most prized assets back in her possession, the ones that Jon had given her before just didn't sit right with her, they were too small and throwing her balance off. At least now she was completely, or rather mostly, back to normal
The last part of her wish, Sarah came to the realization that could have been granted without giving her the dog legs. Sarah assumed that the fact she was on all fours was what got her so much enjoyment from the sex she had with Biff earlier, it wasn't until Jon had already changed her that she realized that all she really needed was a firmer vagina or stronger pelvic muscles. Hell, she could have even asked Jon simply to give her stronger stamina so she wouldn't get sore while on all four human limbs "“ Hindsight was a bitch.
Somewhere in Sarah's mind, she sighed, she knew what she'd traded for this, the ability to enjoy regular old walks, a lot of height so she'd always be looked down on now and not to mention the freedom that bipedal locomotion offered, but all that was on Sarah's hormone addled mind was sex.
Subconsciously, Sarah realized that the reason she was so eager for a good lay recently was she'd was at the peak of her cycle, the halfway point between periods where she was most fertile. Funnily enough, most people wouldn't have thought Sarah was smart enough to consider things like this, but coming from the McMillan family empire, she had to be smart, even if she hated using it.
Sarah bolted around a familiar corner and to her street, she was almost home now, Biff must be waiting for her because his car was still parked outside her house, she could easily tell it was his because of the haphazard way the P plates were dangled off the license plates on the rear of the car. As she got closer to the house, she saw that Biff wasn't in the car itself. Sarah bolted up the steps and stopped in surprise "“ The house's door now had a doggie door in the centre of it, larger then one for a typical dog, but one that seemed to be the right size for Sarah to go through. There was a pink flower carved into the doggie door in front of her. It was a lotus blossom, Sarah's favourite flower. She reasoned the door must have been meant for her.
Wait a minute, Sarah thought, that's new, I thought Jon wished that nothing was different
Then it occurred to Sarah, Jon didn't actually phrase that, he just phrased his wish that everyone would treat Sarah the same as she was in the morning with Zoe's body.
Little did Sarah know that to accommodate that wish AND her new body, everyone's perceptions of Sarah remained the same, a dog-girl cheerleading captain whose the love of a jock, but smaller things like the house she lived in, clothes she wore and the like, were changed to accommodate her new form. The wishing stone was much more powerful then Jon's swapping wish, with the swap wish everyone perceived things to be the same, when someone swapped with another, using the stone, the stone MADE things different too.
Sarah pushed through the doggie door and headed inside. The house didn't seem much different at all, there were all the same furnishings that Sarah remembered, and her mother was in the kitchen still cooking the meal she was when Sarah left the house earlier "“ some sort of big evening roast. Her father was in the other room, there was nothing out of place.
"Heya honey", Sarah's mother called out from the kitchen, "Biff's upstairs. He's been waiting for you since you bolted out earlier. Next time you really should tell him where you're off to, or at least let him leave", she said, "I swear that boy's been pining for you like a lost puppy the whole time"
Sarah laughed a bit at her mother's comment, If only she knew how close to home that was, Sarah thought, as she headed upstairs.
Bolting upstairs, she found her bedroom door was partly ajar, pushing it open with her right paw, she saw Biff lying back on her satin bedspread, eyes closed. Sarah crept into the room quietly, pushing the door closed behind her with her rear leg, as if she'd done it all her life. Sarah looked around her room, nothing was different that she could really see, except that all the shoes she used to have stacked in her still-open cupboard or laying discarded on the floor were now gone. Sarah reasoned that her socks were probably gone too, and possibly even her tights and pantyhose, but that wasn't really useful to her anymore.
Sarah trotted to the end of the bed and looked up, it was a fair way up for her, not a problem when you can stand, but when you're on all fours, and it was a small amount of effort. But Sarah knew what she was doing, looking down at her rear legs, she caught one of the legs of her pink jogging pants under her hind leg and walked forwards on her other legs, pulling the pants off behind her, leaving her with just her white panties snugly fit around her waist.
Next, Sarah raised her left paw to her face and bit onto her sleeve, with a bit of struggling, Sarah managed to pull her top off herself, but she couldn't find any feasible way for her to get the bra and panties off. Sarah's inner voice sighed again; she was starting to realize exactly what she'd wished for. However, she was convinced that if worse came to worse; she could always go to Jon for help reversing it.
Sarah coiled back on her legs and jumped up on the end of the bed, losing her balance in the process, she tumbled to the centre of the bed, lying on her side before managing to stand up again. Effectively crawling on all fours, she ended up looming right over to Biff, with a gentle slap to his face by Sarah, Biff's eyes snapped open just in time to see her plunge her lips against his.
After the broke their kiss, Sarah just stood there, looking at Biff square in the eye, "Lose the pants", she said firmly.
Biff wasn't going to argue.
The weekend passed much as one would expect, Biff and Sarah didn't leave her room for anything but food during the entire 48hour period, it got to the point with Sarah that Biff would be so exhausted that he would collapse from the effort, leaving Sarah unfulfilled several times, she tried to mount herself on a tired Biff, but found his little guy wasn't as good at giving encores as she'd hoped.
However, she was satisfied with what she had, and getting used to her new situation, she learned a few new abilities that she had made up for what she lost in terms of mobility. Monday was the start of a whole new week, the first of the rest of her life and Sarah couldn't wait. But she had school to deal with first, cheerleading was going to be interesting for her now that she couldn't handle a baton or much of the motions, Sarah was curious as to how that would play out.
Sarah was dropped off to school by her mother; Sarah waited for her mother to politely open the door to their beamer before she leapt out of the car and headed into the gates. Sarah's "school uniform" hadn't changed much from what she used to wear "“ whatever the hell she wanted. It was one of the benefits of a public education system; of course since Sarah no longer had feet, she was able to save 15 minutes of time every morning picking out which shoes to wear.
Sarah trotted into the school grounds, meeting up with her friends as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Why would it be? After all, if her family and friends, not to mention boyfriend, couldn't see anything amiss, why would anyone else. Sarah noticed that not much of the school had really changed around her. Everything still looked the same, except that Sarah now had a locker lower to the floor. Not that there was much in there for her to store.
One of the other minor changes she'd found was that she no longer had anything written given to her or expected of her. Everything was done vocally, for obvious reasons; dog's cant write so how could Sarah? All that Sarah's backpack had in there was her lunch and a few other titbits, including a large-button tape recorder for class. Sarah chocked it up as another perk that she no longer had to do much class work; she always resented the fact that her parents forced her to do classes in fields she couldn't stand, like business studies and physics.
Sarah headed off to class.
