You think back to what the museum curator told you. There was a curse placed on the ring, but no one knew exactly what the curse was.
Suddenly the tingling sensation hits your ears. You lift a hand and touch your ears, the right, then the left, feeling that they are becoming long and floppy, with a light coating of fuzz now covering them.
Fur starts to poke through your skin along the sides of your face and neck, a brushing feeling that was almost…pleasant. A slight sting enters your eyes, very briefly, as the fur started to cover your face. A black smudge touches your nose. You wonder where the smudge could have come from.
"NO", You yell as you realize, your nose itself is turning black!
Cracks and jolts rock your face as your mouth pushes outward into a dog’s muzzle, quickly becoming covered in soft golden fur. Your teeth sharpen, into fangs, as your tongue lengthens further and further out with your muzzle. The human hair you have begins to fall out, falling gradually to the floor, to be replaced by the same fur that was invading the rest of your head.
" No, stop. Nogghhh." A lump forms in your throat. Your vocal chords are changing. " Ngghhh, Grrrrfff."
You shake your head with a huge effort and try once more to speak.
"Grrrrfff… Grrrr" Is the best you can manage.
You move a hand, or is it a paw? You no longer have hands, you think desperately. Not anymore. Your hands, paws, have changed, your fingers are shorter and your thumbs now a long way up your wrist, with short black claws protruding out. Leathery pads have developed on your palms.
"My-help me!" You try to call out, but could only make a high-pitched whine.
You slash your right paw down your shirt tearing the garment off your body. You are horrified to find thick golden fur covering almost all of you chest and back. Pressure builds up at the base of your spine, an uncomfortable pulling sensation.
No, not that, you thought, not a tail!
You fell to the floor, crawling hysterically out of your jeans as the pressure of your changing hips and legs becomes too much to bear, using your newly formed forepaws to drag yourself along. You watch, panting, as your new tail grows at an astonishing rate, snaking out until it lay on your backside. God, you could feel the thing sitting there.
Embarrassment flushes your mind as the fur grew across your hips. Bone crack across your legs as they become thinner, differently jointed, suited to the rest of your body. Your feet creak and you are pushed up on to your toes, on to all fours like the animal you know you are becoming. Leathery pads invade the bottom of you altering feet, while fur grow on the few patches of skin that still remained bare. You tried to stand, strained to get up, but clumsily fell back on to you four legs.
Then the changes stop. You look over your golden-furred body, at your tail, your four paws, at your black nose, which is always in your vision.
A golden retriever. That is what you are. Not human anymore, not physically at least.
In fact you look a lot like Misty, Stacy's dog.
"Let me out! Let me out of this, please! I don’t want to be an animal!" you try to scream.
" Grrrr ahoooo." You howl, vainly attempting to call out for help.
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