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Collie didn’t sleep in her bed that night, long after her mother went to sleep Collie was up prowling the house, something made her feel uncomfortable inside and the feeling didn’t subside until she had mentally remapped the entire building. When she finally felt comfortable on her new den her wandering took her to the main room. She circled 3 times before culling up into a ball on the floor. She did not dream even with her eyes closed as her ears remained alert tracking every foreign sound their acute abilities picked up.

Early the next morning, long before her mother rose she woke up, the shifting in her bowel was something she recognized in any form. She hurried to the back door, the one that lead to the yard and was thankful her paws were flexible to grip and turn the knob. She hurried out and looked quickly around. Finding a good spot she squats, she passes a moment as she looks down at her paws and sighs. Her body takes over and firsts she urinates and then with a little effort she dumps her solid waste.

Stepping back and circling the waste she looks to the trash , padding over to the trash she rises to her hind paws and lifts the receptacle top, wobbled on her hind paws she places her paws on the end just as she looses her balance and the trash spills all over her. She whimpers as she pulls herself out of a pile of garbage and tries her best to right and refill the bin, only to have it collapse twice more on her. She growls at her own incompetence.

Defeated she takes a good whiff of herself and sighs “Now I need a bath, but I don’t want to wake mom.”

Making her way back inside she circles her old spot and settles back to sleep sighing. When morning comes the first the day’s many indignities begin. First she is grabbed by the collar by her mother who drags her outside to look at the toppled trash.

“Why did you roll around in the garbage?”

“I didn’t, I had to go, and I was trying to throw it out after and well.”

Her mother wrinkles her nose “Well now I have to wash you up, please do me the favor and just leave the clean up to me. You’re just going to make a mess of yourself Colleen.”

Colleen whimpered, her tail between her legs “Yes mom.”

She was then lead by the collar into the bath where her mother hunkered down with shampoo, soap and some kitchen spongers to clean Collie. Collie stayed on her haunches solemnly somber through the entire ordeal.

Once they made it to the vet Collie tired her best to stay on her best behavior even as the cats, dogs, and birds yapped around her. Silently she sat next to her mother as they waited to be called in.

“She sure is well behaved for such a large breed, what brings you here?” A woman with a young boy asked Colleen’s mother.

“Standard shots for her registration.”

“That beast is a stray? But she’s so well behaved.”

“I’m lucky.”

“Does she like children.”

The older woman paused a moment and nodded. The boy scampered over to Colleen and began to hug her “Big doggie!”

Collie ignored him at first then after a moment or two she barked and licked his face. The boy giggled, and Colleen’s tail wagged. Shortly a few more kids wandered over and Collie began to lick them affectionately barking and wagging her tail. Her mother just watched and smiled.

But their time comes eventually and her mother grabs her by the collar and leads her into the vet’s office. Collie hops up onto the table and lays down, crossing her forpaws under her chin while the doctor looks over the medical sheet.

“So you need blood work and a follow up to take care of any inoculations, correct?”

“Yes, she’s kinda big I’m worried she might have special needs due to her abnormal size.”

The doctor nods “then let’s begin.”

The examination was invasive and humiliating as the doctor not only drew blood but stood Connie up on her paws, ran a gloved hand up her clit and felt up every lump and curve of her body.

“We’ll their not bumps and cysts, she’s in great heath. You ever think of breeding her. I know some choice husky studs.”

Connie growls

“I don’t think she’s interested.”

“You sure? You can make some good money off of husky pups.”

To emphasize the point Collie growls again.

“I think that closes the book on that subject doctor.”

The doctor shrugs and tugs the collar to get Collie off the examining bed and hands the leash off to the older woman. Connie growls as she is lead back to the car holding her tongue until they are safely driving away.

“God I can’t believe that guy!”

“I know, I know, but he doesn’t know your really you, he thought you were just a exceptionally well bred dog.”

Collie growls “But, I’m not, and I don’t like having to live as one.”

Her mother begins to shake and takes a deep breath, “Well if you have a better idea I’m open.”

Collie growls “I can just pretend I’m wearing the mascot uniform.”

The older woman pulls the car over to the side of the road and turns around, tear streaked eyes staring into her daughter’s own.

“No, no you can’t, you’re barely human.” Tears streaming down her mothers face like a waterfall “Good Collie you have to stop lying to yourself. I’ll do my best to give you a good life but you are not human, you can not pass as human. Please Collie just be reasonable. I’m doing everything I can to help you. But your being so difficult. Why Collie, I’m too old for this, why Collie?”

The older woman broke down there crying into her hands, Collie sat in mute shock unable to speak for several moment before she inches closer, she stuck out her tongue tentatively and began to gently lick her mother face.

“M…M…Mom, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean.”

Her mother continued to shiver as the dog girl wrapped her arms around the older woman as best she could. The older woman’s face nuzzled in the fur of Collie’s neck and shoulder seemed to calm the old woman after a bit. Slowly they began to unwind and the older woman made her way back to the driver’s seat as they returned home.

Her mother did her best to keep some aspects of her daughter’s humanity intact. She pulled Collie out of school and began home schooling her and when friends came by to visit she told them she was very sick and had to stay in bed. Collie talked to her friends through her bedroom door or on the phone. When she did speak to them in person it was under a heavy blanket that hid her form. The only real time that Collie could be herself was home games where she would go ‘in costume.’ It wasn’t to long before they got the results from the vet and as the sat at dinner the older woman waited until Collie was between bites of her bowl of kibble and milk to bring up the issue.

“Collie, I have the test results, he says your in good heath but is worried about some antibodies and viruses that resemble those found in humans but not perfectly. He prescribed some medication to treat them but I’m worried that if we treat them.”

Collie hung her head low “I follow, I don’t plan to take them, I want to hold onto as much of my humanity as I can.”

“That’s the thing; he said that if left untreated they could be lethal for you.”

“He thinks I’m a dog.” Collie growls bearing her fangs on reflex.

“You are a dog!” she shouts back. “And I don’t want to loose you. He said you were healthy for a husky. Jokingly I commented on ‘what about for a human.’ Do you know what he said?”

The older woman was shivering again. Collie was afraid to ask.

“He said ‘for a human, she should be dead.’”

Collie shivers, she felt sick, her stomached turned and her kibble and milk came back up and spilled out onto the floor. Collie dropped out of the chair, she swayed and padded away on her 4 paws back to her room silently. Collie didn’t return for an hour, her mother hadn’t moved and was nursing the same spring of broccoli on her plate. Slowly the older woman looked over at her daughter, the mess still on the floor.

“Do it…” Collie said in a hushed tone.

“But it might…”

“I know…but I could also….”

The two women shivered. Slowly Collie moved to the mess she made and began to lick it up. He mother stopped and looked over sternly at her daughter. “Stop acting like an animal!”

Collie growled and looked back, tears staining her fur. “That’s all I am!”

Collie tried to remain strong in the weeks that came, she visited the vet again to finish her vaccinations, her mother would set out the pills next to the bowl when Collie ate and she would eat them of her own violation and her paper were drawn up. Collie is the one who picked her new dog name; it was the name she had always wanted to be called since the boys at school shortened Colleen to Collie. A name she felt was more her own “Alice.” Her mother did the best she could to let Alice hang onto what she could of her humanity as she pursued her school work, talked with her friends, and under leash and harness Alice was able to go outside. She took care of her ‘businesses in the bathroom so the walks were more for fresh air and to stretch her legs. As time goes by Alice begins to shrink a little until she is about 20% larger then a large breed husky and her fur color changes, the blue shifting to a more black tone and the light blue to a silver/grey. There are other physical changes, Collies breasts recede to nipples and her chest barrels out. Her head and neck lock forward and her vagina and anus move up closer to the tail. Her shoulder blades shift into a position fit only for a quadruped but her head keeps the mane of hair and her hips remain capable of the 2 stage quad and biped walk. With the complete loss of her arms Collie is forced to eat from her bowl off the floor. But it didn’t end there; she soon discovered that Alice sometimes had ‘accidents.’ When the backdoor or doggie door wasn’t easily accessible Collie would leave her mess in the living room floor. And at night Sometimes Alice would stay up for hours in a conversation of howls with the neighborhood dogs. Her mother constantly worries she’s loosing her daughter but Alice/Collie retains her ability to speak and think, even though she does act more and more like a dog, her mother chocks that up to environment, and hopes it is only Collie adapting to life as a dog not something more sinister.

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Collie didn’t sleep in her bed that night, long after her mother went to sleep Collie was up prowling the house, something made her feel uncomfortable inside and the feeling didn’t subside until she had mentally remapped the entire building. When she finally felt comfortable on her new den her wandering took her to the main room. She circled 3 times before culling up into a ball on the floor. She did not dream even with her eyes closed as her ears remained alert tracking every foreign sound their acute abilities picked up.

Early the next morning, long before her mother rose she woke up, the shifting in her bowel was something she recognized in any form. She hurried to the back door, the one that lead to the yard and was thankful her paws were flexible to grip and turn the knob. She hurried out and looked quickly around. Finding a good spot she squats, she passes a moment as she looks down at her paws and sighs. Her body takes over and firsts she urinates and then with a little effort she dumps her solid waste.

Stepping back and circling the waste she looks to the trash , padding over to the trash she rises to her hind paws and lifts the receptacle top, wobbled on her hind paws she places her paws on the end just as she looses her balance and the trash spills all over her. She whimpers as she pulls herself out of a pile of garbage and tries her best to right and refill the bin, only to have it collapse twice more on her. She growls at her own incompetence.

Defeated she takes a good whiff of herself and sighs “Now I need a bath, but I don’t want to wake mom.”

Making her way back inside she circles her old spot and settles back to sleep sighing. When morning comes the first the day’s many indignities begin. First she is grabbed by the collar by her mother who drags her outside to look at the toppled trash.

“Why did you roll around in the garbage?”

“I didn’t, I had to go, and I was trying to throw it out after and well.”

Her mother wrinkles her nose “Well now I have to wash you up, please do me the favor and just leave the clean up to me. You’re just going to make a mess of yourself Colleen.”

Colleen whimpered, her tail between her legs “Yes mom.”

She was then lead by the collar into the bath where her mother hunkered down with shampoo, soap and some kitchen spongers to clean Collie. Collie stayed on her haunches solemnly somber through the entire ordeal.

Once they made it to the vet Collie tired her best to stay on her best behavior even as the cats, dogs, and birds yapped around her. Silently she sat next to her mother as they waited to be called in.

“She sure is well behaved for such a large breed, what brings you here?” A woman with a young boy asked Colleen’s mother.

“Standard shots for her registration.”

“That beast is a stray? But she’s so well behaved.”

“I’m lucky.”

“Does she like children.”

The older woman paused a moment and nodded. The boy scampered over to Colleen and began to hug her “Big doggie!”

Collie ignored him at first then after a moment or two she barked and licked his face. The boy giggled, and Colleen’s tail wagged. Shortly a few more kids wandered over and Collie began to lick them affectionately barking and wagging her tail. Her mother just watched and smiled.

But their time comes eventually and her mother grabs her by the collar and leads her into the vet’s office. Collie hops up onto the table and lays down, crossing her forpaws under her chin while the doctor looks over the medical sheet.

“So you need blood work and a follow up to take care of any inoculations, correct?”

“Yes, she’s kinda big I’m worried she might have special needs due to her abnormal size.”

The doctor nods “then let’s begin.”

The examination was invasive and humiliating as the doctor not only drew blood but stood Connie up on her paws, ran a gloved hand up her clit and felt up every lump and curve of her body.

“We’ll their not bumps and cysts, she’s in great heath. You ever think of breeding her. I know some choice husky studs.”

Connie growls

“I don’t think she’s interested.”

“You sure? You can make some good money off of husky pups.”

To emphasize the point Collie growls again.

“I think that closes the book on that subject doctor.”

The doctor shrugs and tugs the collar to get Collie off the examining bed and hands the leash off to the older woman. Connie growls as she is lead back to the car holding her tongue until they are safely driving away.

“God I can’t believe that guy!”

“I know, I know, but he doesn’t know your really you, he thought you were just a exceptionally well bred dog.”

Collie growls “But, I’m not, and I don’t like having to live as one.”

Her mother begins to shake and takes a deep breath, “Well if you have a better idea I’m open.”

Collie growls “I can just pretend I’m wearing the mascot uniform.”

The older woman pulls the car over to the side of the road and turns around, tear streaked eyes staring into her daughter’s own.

“No, no you can’t, you’re barely human.” Tears streaming down her mothers face like a waterfall “Good Collie you have to stop lying to yourself. I’ll do my best to give you a good life but you are not human, you can not pass as human. Please Collie just be reasonable. I’m doing everything I can to help you. But your being so difficult. Why Collie, I’m too old for this, why Collie?”

The older woman broke down there crying into her hands, Collie sat in mute shock unable to speak for several moment before she inches closer, she stuck out her tongue tentatively and began to gently lick her mother face.

“M…M…Mom, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean.”

Her mother continued to shiver as the dog girl wrapped her arms around the older woman as best she could. The older woman’s face nuzzled in the fur of Collie’s neck and shoulder seemed to calm the old woman after a bit. Slowly they began to unwind and the older woman made her way back to the driver’s seat as they returned home.

Her mother did her best to keep some aspects of her daughter’s humanity intact. She pulled Collie out of school and began home schooling her and when friends came by to visit she told them she was very sick and had to stay in bed. Collie talked to her friends through her bedroom door or on the phone. When she did speak to them in person it was under a heavy blanket that hid her form. The only real time that Collie could be herself was home games where she would go ‘in costume.’ It wasn’t to long before they got the results from the vet and as the sat at dinner the older woman waited until Collie was between bites of her bowl of kibble and milk to bring up the issue.

“Collie, I have the test results, he says your in good heath but is worried about some antibodies and viruses that resemble those found in humans but not perfectly. He prescribed some medication to treat them but I’m worried that if we treat them.”

Collie hung her head low “I follow, I don’t plan to take them, I want to hold onto as much of my humanity as I can.”

“That’s the thing; he said that if left untreated they could be lethal for you.”

“He thinks I’m a dog.” Collie growls bearing her fangs on reflex.

“You are a dog!” she shouts back. “And I don’t want to loose you. He said you were healthy for a husky. Jokingly I commented on ‘what about for a human.’ Do you know what he said?”

The older woman was shivering again. Collie was afraid to ask.

“He said ‘for a human, she should be dead.’”

Collie shivers, she felt sick, her stomached turned and her kibble and milk came back up and spilled out onto the floor. Collie dropped out of the chair, she swayed and padded away on her 4 paws back to her room silently. Collie didn’t return for an hour, her mother hadn’t moved and was nursing the same spring of broccoli on her plate. Slowly the older woman looked over at her daughter, the mess still on the floor.

“Do it…” Collie said in a hushed tone.

“But it might…”

“I know…but I could also….”

The two women shivered. Slowly Collie moved to the mess she made and began to lick it up. He mother stopped and looked over sternly at her daughter. “Stop acting like an animal!”

Collie growled and looked back, tears staining her fur. “That’s all I am!”

Collie tried to remain strong in the weeks that came, she visited the vet again to finish her vaccinations, her mother would set out the pills next to the bowl when Collie ate and she would eat them of her own violation and her paper were drawn up. Collie is the one who picked her new dog name; it was the name she had always wanted to be called since the boys at school shortened Colleen to Collie. A name she felt was more her own “Alice.” Her mother did the best she could to let Alice hang onto what she could of her humanity as she pursued her school work, talked with her friends, and under leash and harness Alice was able to go outside. She took care of her ‘businesses in the bathroom so the walks were more for fresh air and to stretch her legs. As time goes by Alice begins to shrink a little until she is about 20% larger then a large breed husky and her fur color changes, the blue shifting to a more black tone and the light blue to a silver/grey. There are other physical changes, Collies breasts recede to nipples and her chest barrels out. Her head and neck lock forward and her vagina and anus move up closer to the tail. Her shoulder blades shift into a position fit only for a quadruped but her head keeps the mane of hair and her hips remain capable of the 2 stage quad and biped walk. With the complete loss of her arms Collie is forced to eat from her bowl off the floor. But it didn’t end there; she soon discovered that Alice sometimes had ‘accidents.’ When the backdoor or doggie door wasn’t easily accessible Collie would leave her mess in the living room floor. And at night Sometimes Alice would stay up for hours in a conversation of howls with the neighborhood dogs. Her mother constantly worries she’s loosing her daughter but Alice/Collie retains her ability to speak and think, even though she does act more and more like a dog, her mother chocks that up to environment, and hopes it is only Collie adapting to life as a dog not something more sinister.