“Oh–oh, God!” Chelsea, the pretty platinum blonde cried as she hugged her smaller cellmate.  “I don’t want to be a puppy girl!  I–I–I wanna go home!”  She sobbed.

    Laura tried to hold back her own tears as she comforted the other girl, but she couldn’t keep the quaver out of her squeaky voice, “Maybe they were just trying to scare us!  Maybe…”  Laura was an awful liar, so she stopped.  Having the benefit of growing up in the Brentwood Society, she knew what happened to girls sold or imported to the infamous Happy Paws Obedience School.  She wasn’t sure if Chelsea was better off coming from the outside and not knowing what horrible things awaited both of them.

    Chelsea continued to cry into her cellmate’s dirty, matted hair.  She tried in vain to push the horrible things that man had said out of her frantic mind.  He had casually spoken about how both of them would be “modified” permanently for new lives as a “puppy girls.”  It wasn’t as if his tone was cruel even, he just listed them off as if he were describing procedures that would be done at a health spa. 

    “Oh, the first thing they’ll do is deaden your hands so they’ll be like dog paws…” he had begun, glancing at them out of the corner of his eye to see their reactions. “You won’t even be able to turn a door handle when they’re done with you!”  He chuckled as both girls stared back at him, Chelsea in shock and Laura, while not surprised, equally horrified. 

    “They’ll operate on your inner ear next.  You’ll be so off balance you’ll have crawl on your paws and knees everywhere you go after that.”  He paused.  Chelsea was just starting to cry as Laura’s pretty face darkened. 

    “They’ll cut your vocal cords next–well, not totally.  They’ll do it just enough to stop you from ever speaking like a person again.  Don’t worry, girls, with a little training you’ll be able to make all the appropriate doggy noises.” 

    He glanced down at tablet he had been holding for the first time.  “Oh, looks like they’ve got you both marked for some optional mods.  Lucky you!”  He pointed at Chelsea, “It looks like you’re getting some pretty new eyes!  Hopefully they won't blind you!”  Then he pointed at Laura, “It looks like your new owner wants you extra drooly on both ends.  I’m sure that’ll be fun getting used to.”  He looked down at the tablet again and started off down the corridor.  “Well, see you both in an hour.”