Poor Jaime - Part Three

Poor Jaime - Part Three

Jaime felt a shudder down her spine, followed by a harsh back spasm. She had only recovered from this brief jerk when she had a sudden ache from just above her butt. Her tailbone. Something was suddenly pressing against the top of her pants; something strange.

Her hand touched the fabric and found it strained. She shoved her pants down just a little and little back. Flowing now from right above her thong was a tail. A golden-furred tail that sprang out several long inches behind her.

“Arf,” she said without realizing what she said. Her hand slowly reached down and grasped hold of it, feeling it firm and furry in her hand. “I can’t believe this . . .”

She wagged it unconsciously. It moved. She could feel it move and with every command she gave it, it followed through. Jaime stared at it long and hard, realizing right then and there what was happening.

‘I’m turning into a dog.’