(Woman to Dog)
(Woman to Cat)

Cindy grinned from ear to ear, bouncing on her heels as she waited for her roommate to get back from the restroom. They'd both applied for Delta Omicron Gamma, and the two couldn't be happier. Thankfully, Linda's trip wasn't that long, and the brunette rejoined Cindy after just a few minutes' wait.

“Hey, did I miss anything?” The girl whispered, looking back to the podium at the front of the room.

“No, we're waiting for this 'surprise announcement' from the head of the sorority.” Cindy whispered back, brushing a hand through her raven-black hair. She nodded as the girl in question finally took center stage.

Emilia Claire Duncan, president and Cindy's sponsor, cleared her throat anxiously. The girl smiled a little nervously, then cleared her throat before speaking. “You've all been TransFunned as part of our new tradition!” She squeaked, spreading her arms wide.

There was just a moment of silence that greeted her words. Then, after that, came a minor riot. The collegiates all began to clamor for attention, a heaving throng of raised hands and screeched questions.

“Damn it, Em!” An older sister shouted, storming her way to the microphone. “Listen up, you animals! What's done has been done, so right now let's just focus on what you'll be changing into. This is just a rite of passage, a little bit of friendly hazing.”

Not a single one of the girls listened to what she was saying, so the woman took it a step further. She held her microphone next to one of the speakers, sending a sharp cry of feedback throughout the room. Everyone in attendance winced in pain, a collective outcry of dismay beginning to echo through the building.

“Okay, so.” The older girl glared. “The next one of you to act up will wake up in the pound.” She glared, smiling when silence greeted her. “Good. Earlier tonight, we gave you a paper with a room number on it. That's your big's room, so I recommend you head to there now.

“You'll be our pets for this weekend, and we've all put the species of what you'll become on our beds. Stay there for the night until you transform. Dismissed!” She finished the last statement with a loud bark that left the pledges' ears ringing.

Emilia leaned in to the microphone with a small smile. “I think that means that you're free to leave, but in scary-person talk.”

The pledges didn't need further encouragement, the lot of them scattering throughout the building. Cindy walked with her roommate, shivering apprehensively. “That girl was scary...” She said to Linda with a smile.

“That's an understatement. But she's also my big...” Linda sighed, shaking her brown-topped head.

“Ouch.”Said Cindy with a sympathetic smile. “You'll probably end up as a wolf or something. I don't envy you one bit.”

“I know, right?” Linda chuckled. “Just my bad luck on overdrive again. But at least I get to be something cool.”

The two of them stopped at the same door and blinked in confusion, checking their notes.

“No way, they're roommates?” Cindy asked with wide eyes.

“They've got to be like water and oil.” Linda agreed, taking the initiative to open the door. Her eyes fell on the two beds, seeing a neat, pink one in stark contrast to a chained and punk-themed one. She headed for the latter, picking up a card on it with a smile. “Well, I suppose a sheepdog isn't that bad...”

Cindy walked over to what had to be Emilia's bed to pick up her card. “Um...” She read the back, noticing a flowery greeting on it in clear text. “I think you're actually going to end up as a cat...”

She turned the card so that her roommate could see the perky tabby on the card.

“W-what? No way, that bed has to be Emilia's!” Linda snatched up the card with a  loud groan. “A dog would've been fine, but a cat? That's absolutely humiliating!”

“Could be worse, you could be a dumb and drooling dog...” Cindy groaned, bemoaning her fate just as loudly. Cats were such proud animals; why did she have to be something as dopey as a canine?

“Well, yeah... Even though dogs are better.” Linda sighed, plopping into the pink bed. “Still can't believe my big's such a softie.” Her phone buzzed loudly and the girl swiped it open with an arched eyebrow.

“Fun text?” Cindy dropped onto her own bed, sending an idle glance to her roommate.

“Of sorts.” Linda smiled, turning her screen so Cindy could see. It was a Snapchat of a woman’s feet, albeit these were covered in hair, forming talons clearly visible through the fur.

“Friend of yours?” Cindy arched an eyebrow. “She shaves just like a Hawaiian does…”

“Actually, she’s one of the neatest girls I know. Unfortunately for her, she also applied for Delta Omicron Gamma.” Linda sighed, frowning. “Can’t wait until this happens to me…” The girl turned out the lights on her side of the room out with that statement, a scowl still on her face.

“Um... Night already?” Cindy arched an eyebrow.

“We're going to be animals in a little bit anyways... Plus I kind of like the dark.” Linda sighed, stretching out her body as she slipped under her covers.

“Well, to each their own. I suppose that you’re entitled to that.” Cindy agreed. “Then again, I’m feeling oddly energetic. I think I’ll just stay up until Emilia gets here.” She flopped onto her sponsor’s bed, rolling around a bit on her back to make it a little more comfy.

“Suit yourself. Still, we should change before our bodies do.” Linda added the last bit with a wink and a grin, slipping off her shirt and shorts.

Cindy arched an eyebrow, then noticed Linda pointing to a set of baggy clothes under her pillow. It looked like their big sisters had thought of everything, even leaving them outfits to transform in. The fabric was thick and voluminous, giving them free room to slide out of them.

No sooner had Cindy slipped them on than she got a text herself. She flipped it open, seeing an image of one of her friends stretching her cheek to get a good picture of her growing fangs. As Cindy looked on, she felt her own face to change, beginning with her brow.

It felt like her eyebrows has turned into a pair of fuzzy caterpillars, wriggling their way along her forehead. She started to scratch at them, noticing that they were a good deal thicker than they'd been a moment ago. More to the point, she could hear that Linda was scratching her face as well.

She knew that she should be more surprised by this, but all Cindy could think about was how great of a Snapchat that would be. “Eyebrows?” Cindy asked, still focusing on taking a selfie of herself. She clicked the pic a second later and grinned, looking over.

“Cheeks.” Came Linda's muffled reply.

Cindy growled under her breath, remembering what they’d be after they changed. She looked over to Linda with a low rumble that quickly turned into a whimper.

 Linda's cheeks were positively coated in thick and fluffy orange fur, which looked almost abominably soft on her skin. Moreover, her whiskers positively stood out on her face, each of them extending a finger's length from her cheeks.

“That bad?” Linda yawned, revealing slightly sharpened canines. “Your eyebrows aren't looking so hot themselves you know.”

Cindy yelped comically, her irritation showing clear on her face. “It's not my fault, you know people can't control how TransFun affects them!” She itched at the backs of her hands with a small glare and a pout. Then she realized the implications of her actions, a nervous glance down confirming that the backs of her palms were growing long, white hairs.

Cindy looked back up to her roommate with wide eyes, noticing how Linda's brown hair was already beginning to discolor. “Quick, are my eyebrows white?” She asked out of curiousity.

“Yeah, like snow. They go great with your hair, to be honest.” Linda smiled, winking. Her phone buzzed again and she clicked it on, looking with a smile at another Snapchat. “Here’s one captioned ‘Hairy hands’. She said with a smile, turning the phone to show a hybrid mash-up of a girl’s hand and a skunk’s paw.

As Linda made the gesture, she looked to the backs of her own hands. A second later she frowned. “Guess these haven’t started to change yet.” Then she looked under her sheets and her eyes widened. “Oh my God!” The girl screamed, her whiskers twitching as she looked at Cindy.

“What? Something wrong?” Cindy's heart raced with concern for her friend. She felt silly for that reaction a moment later as Linda squeaked with pleasure.

“Look at my feet! They're growing so fluffy!” Linda kicked off the pink covers, revealing an orange coat of fur along the top of each foot. The hair grew longer as the two girls watched, and Cindy couldn't help but smile with pleasure at how delighted her friend was with this change.

“Having second thoughts about being a kitty?” Cindy chuckled, grinning from ear to ear.

“O-oh!” Linda flushed, remembering the end destination of her marvelous ride. Her smile darkened a little to a frown as she remembered. “N-no! I can't stand being one of those mangy furballs!”

“Yes, it much be so much better to have to transform into an overly fluffy fuzzball.” Cindy chuckled, looking at the hairs on her arms at they began to come in, as well. In seconds she had a full coat of fur, like a handcrafted sweater of the finest variety.

Linda cooed across from Cindy, her eyes wide as her toes began to transform. Cindy knew she'd never had TransFun before, but even Linda had only heard good things of the foot aspect of transformations. Not to mention the brunette's own podiatric tendencies...

Cindy giggled as her friend stared on in rapture, watching her toes blimp up a little, seeming to grow even as her feet shrank. Small paw pads formed on the undersides of Linda's feet, and Cindy chuckled to herself at the look on her friend's face.

“Enjoying getting a little cuddlier?” Cindy shook out her hair, noticing that it felt a little shorter on her head. Not to mention that her ears felt odd, too—almost like they were transforming as well; changing into something not entirely human.

“Yeah.” Linda said, her voice sounding a little louder to Cindy's ears. “By the way, love how white your hair is getting. That'd look amazing on any back-home shepherd.” Linda chuckled with amusement, winking at her roommate.

“Lovely to hear.” Cindy rolled her eyes. Even though the changes certainly weren't bad, it was kind of like having a lovely carriage ride on the way to a sewage plant. Cindy wrinkled her nose in distaste, unwilling to even consider how she'd be spending the next few days as a dog.

Her aching tailbone did little to ease this distress. Cindy could feel herself growing a long and ultra-fluffy appendage; even feel it swaying a little from side to side as she started to wag it instinctively. She whimpered uneasily, glancing over to Linda to see that the girl's feline tail was coming in nicely.

Linda's tail flicked up and down and from side to side, and she started to bat at it idly with her hands. Cindy envied the girl for that: she was becoming an elegant cat with such an agile tail! More to the point, Linda was unintentionally reminding her that her own tail was thick and clumsy. No, Cindy couldn't focus on that!

Determined to distract herself, Cindy instead focused on Linda's feet, watching as they kept transforming, her pinkie toes dwindling away to nothingness. Perhaps the most notable change was how Linda's nails seemed to disappear within her digits, changing into claws. Cindy didn't know too much about dogs, but she did know that canines couldn't retract theirs. The look would almost certainly guarantee Linda had a different paw print from Cindy.

Cindy shivered as a cool and warm feeling spread along her front and back simultaneously. It was an odd juxtaposition of changes, the cool coming from her shirt being pushed away by her fur; the warm the natural result of its growth. She slipped off the offending garment, noticing Linda was doing the same across from her.

“Getting a little warm, are we?” Cindy asked with a grin.

“Nowhere near as warm as you.” Came Linda's expected response. She chuckled with amusement, watching the fluffy girl continue to change.

Cindy nodded, then trembled as her core temperature began to rise. With a small surge of adrenaline she began to realize her sweat glands had sealed, leaving her unable to cool her hot body.

Then a shameful inspiration struck her, and Cindy began to pant. It was a humiliating reminder of what she was turning into; yet it was also so refreshing! The increasingly dog-like girl's heavy breaths began to fill the room, even as her tongue started to lengthen.

“Huh. Looks like I was right about that.” Linda said glibly. “That or you're just really getting into character. Not that I blame you, being so fluffy and all.” The brunette beamed as she watched her roommate continue to transform.

“Yeah, yeah. Don't you fink you hath thumthing getter to look at?” Cindy asked, finding it a little difficult to speak around her transforming tongue. Thankfully, her muzzle cracked out a few moments later, her nose becoming flat and dark.

She pointed with one hand at Linda's legs, noticing how paw-like her hands now. Hell, she'd missed the change almost entirely; the only thing left to change about her hands were a pair of luxurious paw pads that were already coming in!

As she pointed to Linda, Cindy chuckled, watching her friend's legs continue to transform. The girl's legs cramped and twisted, her bones shortening as they were reduced to a proper cat's proportions.

“O-oh!” Linda yowled, her legs kicking even as her body began to shrink as well. Another wave of change passed over her, and slowly but surely she began to reach a proper cat's size. The girl flushed with embarrassment, covering herself from Cindy. “Stop staring!”

“Why?” Cindy chuckled, groaning slightly in distress as her breasts sank back into her chest. “Is it because I'm not shrinking, too? Remember, I'm a sheepdog, and those typically aren't the smallest sort of animal.”

“Yeah, right. Maybe you should just go play outside, then.” Linda yawned, stretching in a catlike fashion. “Getting really tired again.” She shrugged off her baggy clothes, the fur still leaving well-covered.

“Outside?” Cindy perked up immediately, her muzzle split in a wide smile. “I love outside! When can we go! Let’s go now, before our owners—I mean, big sisters get here!” She bounded from her bed, landing on all fours as she started to sniff around the room.

“Yeah, yeah.” Linda curled up a little in her sponsor’s bed. “I miss when you couldn’t talk.” The changing cat mumbled.

Cindy paused, tilting her head so that one of her doggish ears flopped to the side. She barked eagerly, her tail wagging at the realization she had speech again. “Ooh, I can talk again! That's rreally grrreat.” She paused, noticing the warble in her voice. “Crrrrrrap.”

Linda whimpered. “Good for you, but can we talk about me a little? I've always been taller than you—always! Why is it that now you've got to have this sudden growth spurt; that's not cool at all!” She groaned.

Cindy simply chuckled, feeling her vocal chords begin to change. She opened her mouth, letting out a contented bark. With that out of the way, the girl kept panting, looking down at her feet as they began to ache.

Cindy watched with amusement as her toes inflated to doggy toes. Even as she watched, her nails grew thick and claw-like, and her feet started to shorten and widen at the same time. It was like someone was molding the limbs like they were made of putty, and was extremely successful in doing so.

Cindy stared closer at her feet, barking with pleasure as they kept changing. It felt so weird to stand on doggy pads, but she loved it! She shrugged off her own clothes, bouncing about a bit on her paws as she accustomed herself to their soft leather. Then she looked up at Linda with a loud bark.

“Yeah, that's realleeow nice, but what about meeow!” Linda protested, putting the 'cat' back in 'caterwauling'. The girl pouted, crossing her arms even as they reshaped to feline limbs. Her hands twisted and cracked to match her feet, and she whimpered as the changes swept up to her neck.

Cindy rolled her eyes, staring as her big toes slid back into her feet. She'd expected something to happen with her little toes from looking at Linda! The doggish girl kept panting, now almost completely transformed. She rolled to all fours, whining aloud as her shoulders and hips popped.

A series of pops and cracks across from her implied that Linda was doing much the same. Cindy spared her a glance to see that she was spreading her limbs out in a distinctly feline manner, her face cracking out into a muzzle as she yawned.

Cindy watched her roommate's ears draw to tips, and she barked with amusement, panting as she gazed upon her feline friend. Of course, Linda had already fallen asleep, falling back into a feline slumber.

The sheepdog blinked, her eyes wide with confusion as she looked at her friend. How could the girl be asleep at a time like this? They had just transformed; it was fantastic to explore her new body, and… It was also remarkably late. She yawned, turning her Emilia’s bed a few times to pat down a comfy seat. And with that, the dog fell asleep, her loud snores filling the air.

Cindy woke up the next day with a loud bark, her nose picking up something’s scent. No sooner had the sound left her mouth than the door opened, and a pair of women rushed into the room, both of them grinning.

Naturally, the first one in was Linda's big, and the girl practically crushed the cat in an tight hug. “O-M-G! You are just too cute! I can't wait to cuddle you and dress you and make you just the cutest kittsywittsy ever!”

Thankfully, Emilia was more restrained, simply slipping a collar around Cindy's neck. “Come on, let's get going. I don't want to submit you to any more of this than is necessary.” She chuckled with a wink and a grin.

Cindy nodded eagerly, canine instincts slowly slipping to the forefront of her mind. She wanted to obey and love her master; and be loved by her master in turn! More than that, the fact that Linda was a cat made it all too easy to not feel so much as an ounce of sympathy for her.

Cindy's tail wagged as she followed Emilia out, ready to have a weekend of fun.

xxx

“Fetch!” Emilia shouted for the dozenth time, sending a frisbee sailing well over Cindy's head.

That didn't keep the sheepdog from leaping for it, her jaws snapping short just a few inches short. Cindy fell to her paws with a faint growl, darting after the plastic disc. This was her last day as Emilia's pet—at least, for now—and she wanted to please her owner for as long as possible!

The dog bounded forward, her paws slapping at the wet grass as she darted towards where the frisbee would land. It felt so good to run on her leathery pads; so blissful to bounce freely on four legs. Cindy panted with pleasure, grinning as she realized that she'd outpace the toy.

The dog leapt up, her jaws opening wide as she turned, opening her mouth wide to catch the frisbee. A loud bark escaped her throat, and she clamped down on the frisbee, her tail wagging at her catch.

“Good girl! Good girl!” Emilia clapped from across the field. “Bring it back! Bring it back!”

Cindy's tail wagged eagerly. She was a good girl; the best girl! She panted happily, darting back towards her owner. She grinned happily around the frisbee, her tail wagging madly as she awaited her reward.

Sure enough, Emilia gave her a good pet on the head, followed by a loving scratch behind the ears. Cindy dropped the toy in her mouth to bark happily, a more than contented smile on her doggy lips. She let her tongue loll out from her mouth, panting and wagging her tail contentedly.

Cindy had never dreamed that her 'hazing' would be so amazing! Emilia was wonderfully kindhearted, simply letting her be a dog! Even though that meant eating from a bowl, having a collar, and relieving herself in a rather basic manner; it was like an incredible vacation!

Her whole life was relaxing, and the warm coat of fur on her body was like a warm and soft sweater constantly hugging her. Not to mention the fact that whenever Emilia went out, she'd always leave plenty of dog toys around for Cindy to play with.

Going into the transformation, Cindy had honestly expected something much worse. Hell, for the first few days, a part of her brain kept berating herself for how undignified she was being. But being a dog was just too good!

Of course, that could only mean that Linda was having an even better time as a cat. Although... Linda wouldn't be getting Emilia's amazing belly scratches, so her time transformed couldn't be all that great.

At the thought of a belly scratch, Cindy rolled onto her back, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she barked with joy, contentment filling her body. This was so much better than being a boring old human! She almost didn't want to change back, but she knew the time would come when she must.

xxx

Sure enough, two days later Cindy and Linda were returned to their dorm room to transform back. The change back was a lot quicker than the initial transformation, and it took Cindy a few minutes to work out how to stand on two legs again.

Then, the second thing she did was walk over to her desk and flip open her laptop. The dark-haired girl frowned, searching for 'Dog TransFun Story' to relive her magic time through the words of others.

“Well, looks like it's back to being a boring old human for us...” Cindy said, a small frown on her face as she searched for a good story.

“Thank God.” Linda added with a distinct sigh of relief.

“Come again?” Cindy turned, arching an eyebrow. That statement was surprising enough to merit a break in the search. “Weren't you a cat?” She asked.

“Lizzie treated me like a doll!” Linda pouted loudly, getting off from her bed simply so she could slap her foot on the ground. “And clothes are not meant to be worn by animals, much less TransFunned ones!”

“Sounds awful.” Cindy rolled her eyes, returning to her laptop.

“Ugh, it was so terrible! I mean, you wouldn't even understand. She put me in a sailor costume, Cindy. A sailor costume.” Linda pouted, dropping onto her bed with a loud groan. “What’s worse is that ever since that change back, I can’t help but think about how comfy baggy clothes and bare feet are.” She sighed.

“Mhmm.” Cindy nodded, only half-listening. A smile broke across her face as she found a blog that looked just like what she was looking for. Only this was less of a prior testimonial and more of a live feed... She paused, scanning the updates.

Then, Cindy nodded to herself. The owner of the blog, some 'Trina' or other, was extremely unsure about her impending dog transformation. Even though Cindy hadn't been the most open-minded going into it, she definitely loved it, and was more than glad to hammer away at her keyboard, typing out a testimonial that should ease all of 'Trina's' fears.

“Uh-oh, I know that sound.” Linda chuckled, rolling onto her belly to get a better look at Cindy's screen. “That amount of typing can only mean one thing: You've found something worth writing about.”

“Nah, it's not like those last articles I did for the paper.” Cindy laughed, her fingers playing across the keys like a concert pianist. “This one's really a lot more... Well, there's some girl named Trina who's accidentally downed her mom's special dog serum. She's kind of freaking out, and I want to tell her how awesome being a dog is.”

“Yeah, I'll bet it was fantastic. Tell you what, next time Emilia could use a pet, count me in. I'd love to try some German Shepherd.” Linda giggled. “So, this site. What's your handle on it?”

“Why do you need to know?” Cindy looked up from her screen with a small flush of embarrassment.

Linda perked up immediately. “Well, I wanted to know because there's still a little curious cat left in me. And now I need to know because you're blushing.” She popped out of bed, swaying her way behind Cindy's screen.

“DOGgirl12?” Linda blinked, laughing. “I like it, has a good ring to it.”

“Thanks.” Cindy chuckled. “Though I really could get used to being a dog... I might need to make it a weekend deal.”

Linda chuckled in time with Cindy submitting her comment to the page. “Make it every other weekend and we can alternate being puppies, each of us taking care of the other.”

Cindy's response was a wide smile, her mind already thinking of a new breed to become.