Gabrielle pursed her lips nervously, looking at the entrance portal to a website that promised to make her ‘more of a bitch’. Sure, there was a warning sign on the front page that this site was for ‘bad girls only’, but wasn’t that exactly what she was trying to become?

Her friend had jokingly edited her thesis as a prank, and Gabrielle had to come up with a way to get her back for it… But unfortunately the blond was a saint and had no idea on any pranks she could do. So, she had turned to Google, looking up ‘how to be a bitch’. That had brought her here, to this strange site.

Her hand wavered with indecision until she finally could stand it no longer, clicking on the link with an apprehensive, pounding heart. And to her surprise, what should appear but a spiraling circle, complete with flashing and vibrant colors.

The girl paused and looked at it curiously, chewing on her lower lip. What was this? Some fake hypnotist’s site? She moved her mouse to close the page when a small voice in the back of her head piped up: ‘Isn’t this what you were looking for? Something to transform you into a total bitch?’

Her hand stopped moving and she looked at the spiral a little closer, not realizing that simply by listening to the voice, she’d already lost the most important battle of her life. The girl stared at the spiraling circle intently now, her eyes beginning to glaze over.

Then a small impulse filled her mind, and the girl smiled as she gave into it: she stuck her tongue out at the monitor, like prim and pretty girls in school tended to do. To her surprise, her tongue continued to grow as she tried to stick it farther and farther from her mouth.

Of course, it lacked the muscle to keep itself extended straight out, and it drooped a few centimeters from her mouth, falling to hang at her chin… Then past her chin… Then past her neck. She kept it hanging out, wondering quietly what next bitchy thing she could do.

Again, it came to Gabrielle in a flash: bitches liked to pant, didn’t they? Of course they did, lusty; horny things that they were! She began to huff happily, her chest hiking as she drew her breaths faster and faster. Still, something about it didn’t feel right, and she paused to wonder what it was.

Her glazed eyes flickered momentarily, and the girl beamed as she realized what was wrong: she wasn’t hot enough to be panting right now! The girl chuckled, shaking her head slightly as she realized how silly she’d been. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes, thinking about having something happen to her that would give her the warmth she so deeply desired.

Her back started to tingle as she pondered what she was missing, an odd itching sensation that left her skin hot as it began to spread along her body. Momentarily distracted, Gabrielle looked down to her arm, eyes widening as she saw what was causing her troubles: she was growing fur!

But as soon as the distress entered her mind, it immediately dissipated. Of course she had to have fur! She was a bitch, a strong and confident bitch! Her heart began to hammer with delight as she realized what she was thinking; that she finally felt assertive for the first time in her life. She had to somehow test this newfound streak of hers… But how?

A dog barked outside and she felt her new hackles rise, a low growl coming from her throat. There was a dog trying to enter her territory! She’d need to show him who was boss! The girl barked loudly, a canine yelp that reverberated through her room.

The very sound of it was pleasing to her, and Gabrielle barked again, her ears and cheeks both growing as she did. The next bark further widened her cheeks, making them droop just like a bulldog’s. And by the fourth, she had a long set of jowls that swayed gently as she panted in place.

The dog outside was quiet, and the girl turned her attention to the screen once more, not noticing as her nose flattened out on her face, growing black and spongy. She simply flicked her long tongue up to moisten it more, missing it flattening out on her face as a result of the gesture. All she cared about was the spinning circle…

The blond licked her lips as they changed to the dark and rubbery lips of a dog, and she whined happily as the circle began to cause an odd feeling in her mind. It was hard to place, but Gabrielle knew deep in her heart that it was a good feeling, a warm and dumb feeling that she could just give into.

She crinkled her nose happily as it and her jaw began to push out into a short muzzle, and she whined happily at the realization that the wrinkles were staying on her face. This hypnosis thing was really working; she was feeling so much more like a bitch already!

Drool built up in her mouth as she started to slaver, and for a moment Gabrielle considered slurping it into her mouth and swallowing it. But then a mischievous idea settled in her head: what if she simply let it fall? Wouldn’t that be so much bitchier of a thing to do?

Of course it would! Gabrielle barked again, a rope of drool spilling from her mouth onto her keyboard. She looked down to it in brief surprise; then up to her screen. That felt good—really good! She shook her head out happily, spraying her doggy drool as she flopped her ears and shook her jowls.

She returned her attention to the screen to find it was covered in drool, and Gabrielle promptly placed her long and flat tongue to the monitor, replacing the spattered drool with a streaked line that made it much easier to see the spinning circle.

She kept her hands on her desk as she did, pressing her flat nose to the monitor and gazing deep into its depths. Her arms and legs tingled, but she paid them no heed. Instead, she rose to a slight crouch that became much easier as her legs began to shrink, her arms following suit to keep her on all fours.

Her hands and feet popped and twisted beneath her, becoming paws, but Gabrielle didn’t care. She didn’t even notice as a tail poked out from her backside. The only thing that mattered was the circle and how funny it was making her head feel…

She was so… Bitchy now. That’s right, she was a bitch. A dumb bulldog bitch, who had no need of any human thoughts! She barked happily and smushed her face closer to the screen, feeling the spiraling circle begin to pull her intelligence away from her; draining her. It was a warm sensation that left her waggling her new tail, and she huffed with content at the feeling of her senior thesis fleeing her head; then her education; then even her memories as a person. All of it fled her mind, leaving her contentedly staring ahead at a flashy circle she no longer understood. Then it vanished, its purpose complete.

Gabrielle whined; then panted dumbly as she heard a sound to her right. She looked to it to find a human she used to recognize as her roommate walked in in confusion, finding a bulldog at her computer, which was covered in slobber.

The girl sighed; then spoke. “Oh, you let a dog in the apartment? Bitchy move, Gabrielle.”