Woof-woof!

Part 1

— Uh, well, like... this is my... girl, — I drawled nervously, pointing to the dog, trying to look smarter than usual and putting on a serious face. But will that help? Maybe I should just smile?

Inside the store, it was quiet, only the faint hum of the air conditioner breaking the silence, and I was desperately trying to find the right words. In front of me stood some kind of scientist type — or, well, someone like that? Balding, glasses, definitely not the kind of guy I usually hang out with. And he could help. Probably. Ugh, I just hope I don’t look stupid. I don’t even know who else to turn to...

— Yeah, so, like... it's not what you think. She was my girlfriend, but, haha, you see... now she’s like this, — I lifted the dog slightly, who didn’t really appreciate the gesture, squinting at me as if she was explaining for the third time tonight what an idiot I was.

The man raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, continuing to study me as if he was about to dissect me under a microscope. Oh great, why is he looking at me like that? I just want him to help. He’s so-o-o smart! Maybe if I added a bit of flirting... hmm. I bit my lip and leaned in slightly.

— So, we’re like... you know, together, — I adjusted my top, “accidentally” showing a bit more, and smiled, — anyway, we got caught in one of those... uh, hmm... what's it called? You know, that spell thing, or whatever, yeah! — I exhaled, pleased that at least some of that came out sounding normal.

— Woof! Woof! Woof! — the dog barked sharply, making it clear she was already tired of all this. Her eyes practically screamed: "Are you for real?"

— Uh, what’s your problem? — I shot her an irritated glance but quickly turned back to the man, hoping to distract him from this barking chaos. — Anyway, mister, — I drawled, trying to soften my voice, — can you... you know, help us?

The man pulled back slightly, looking at me like I was some kind of fool. His eyes widened. Damn, why did I bite my lip? And this stupid smile? I thought it looked flirty, but he clearly wasn’t reacting the way I expected. Fine, maybe he’s just not used to girls like me. Gotta keep going. He’s obviously smart. The type who gets everything from the first word. Ugh, he’s so serious!

The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped, looking at the dog again as she let out another howl:

— Woof! Woof! — "Are you completely dumb? Stop acting like an idiot!" — her eyes were yelling louder than her barking.

Part 2

I almost howled in response. Why is she barking? I’m trying to solve our problem! This guy must be some kind of hidden mage, right? Or, well, a super-smart dude who can easily deal with weird curses! Or maybe he’s just thinking about how to help us. His piercing gaze made me freeze, like I was standing in front of a teacher, trying to explain why I hadn’t done my homework. Why is that... kind of hot? I adjusted my top again, straightened my back, and leaned forward a little more, trying to soften my voice, flirting just a bit more.

— Uh... — he finally mumbled, clearing his throat like he was about to say something important. — This... definitely sounds unusual, but I’m just the office manager here, — he paused, weighing his words, — and, uh... we don’t have a department for dealing with... curses.

What? Manager? My eyebrows shot up, unable to believe my ears. I thought I’d stumbled into some kind of magical place, but this guy turned out to be... just a regular office clerk? Damn, why did I try to impress him so much, putting in all that effort?

— Woof! Woof! — came another rebuke from the dog, and this time I could almost feel her "facepalm" with her paw. Her disdain was practically tangible.

I took a deep breath, trying to hold on to the last shreds of dignity. Well, since I’d totally misread this guy, maybe I should change tactics? But my thoughts, as usual, drifted off somewhere else. I looked at him again and suddenly caught myself thinking: maybe he’s actually kinda cute? Sure, a manager, not a mage... but still, he’s got something...

— So, you really can’t help? — I dragged out, trying to show some fake sadness in my eyes, while frantically thinking: "Maybe he’ll at least ask me out for coffee?"

— Uh... — he hesitated again, clearly trying to decline my weird request as politely as possible. — No, sorry, I can’t. But... — he nervously adjusted his glasses and turned away, as if he already wanted to end this conversation and get back to his boring office work.

— Woof-woof-woof! — the dog couldn’t take it anymore. "What are you even thinking, you idiot? We need to break the curse, not flirt with some office drone!" — her eyes were practically burning holes through me.

Damn, she’s probably right... Why is everything so complicated? Life used to be so simple when I was the school bully and the captain of the football team...

Part 3

"Omg, I look so sexy," I turned to the mirror again, my phone camera aimed right at my perfectly flat stomach. Oh, and those abs, of course! I glanced at myself once more, stretching my lips into a smile. This selfie is fire. Not bad for a former football team captain, right? Anyway, I should post this online... Uh, where? Oh, Instagram! Or wherever people post stuff like this now? Who knows.

— Ha, who cares? The important thing is, I look awesome, — I giggled loudly, trying to catch the perfect angle. Would the photo look even better if I lifted my hip? Definitely! Oh, maybe I should start an OnlyFans? Now that’s a thought! Wait, why did that even cross my mind?

— Woof! — My dog suddenly jumped onto the bed, glaring at me in irritation. Her look was... well, kind of very reproachful, as if she was trying to tell me something important, but I just couldn’t figure it out.

— What do you want, huh? — I sighed, glancing at her. — I just fed you! What else do you want? To go outside? — I snorted, not taking my eyes off the screen. 'Need to adjust the pose a bit more… yeah, like that… Oh right, the dog...'

Strange thoughts started swirling in my head, though I tried to ignore them. Wait, is she... my girlfriend? No way... that can’t be, I used to be a guy myself not too long ago! Or did I? I froze, staring at my reflection. I looked at myself—and everything seemed... right. But it’s supposed to be different, isn’t it?

— Woof! — she growled again, as if saying, "Are you really this dumb?"

Yeah, she needs to take it easy with me. What does she want from me? Okay, maybe I am wearing her shorts, but they fit me just fine. In the mirror, I look like… well, a superstar! But... no, wait. Something’s off. These thoughts… Why am I so worried about how I look? And guys... Why am I suddenly so concerned that my butt looks flat in the photo?

— Alright, alright, — I waved her off, tossing my phone onto the bed and flopped down beside it. — You can bark all you want, but I don’t get what your problem is!

This dog is getting on my nerves. I jumped onto the bed and started scrolling through the photos I’d taken. God, I’m fire! So cool! Though... She’s still barking and barking! Ugh! So annoying! I threw the phone aside and looked at her. What’s her deal?

— Shut up already, — I muttered irritably, propping my chin on my hand and swinging my leg in the air. — Yeah, the photos are totally bomb! You see that? — I glanced back at my phone, trying to distract myself.

— Woof! — she growled again, her eyes filled with despair, like she was trying to tell me something crucial. But I couldn’t understand what.

— Damn! I’m so stupid! — I suddenly raised my head and smacked my forehead, realizing that the dog—my ex-girlfriend, actually—had been trying to tell me something all along. — You want to be human again!

The dog froze and stopped barking, her eyes widening as if she couldn’t believe I had finally figured it out.

— Oh, of course! — I exclaimed, my mind racing with new ideas, though they weren’t the brightest. I slid off the bed and approached her, crouching down. — But how do we do that? — I mumbled, staring at my reflection in her eyes.

Damn, how did I forget this?! This is so wrong! I need to... I need to fix everything, right? I sat back on the bed, looking into the dog’s eyes, and she seemed a bit calmer now. Her tail twitched, but she stopped barking, as if she knew I was finally getting my act together. Or... at least trying to.

The dog was silent, staring at me with those big, expressive eyes. And suddenly, a thought came to me. No, not just a thought—it felt like... a brilliant idea! I slapped my forehead with such enthusiasm that I nearly knocked the phone off the bed.

Part 4

— Oh, I know! It’s so simple! — I shouted. The dog stared at me in complete bewilderment. I could almost feel her confusion, but I was convinced this genius idea was about to work.

— You know what, sweetheart, — I leaned closer to the dog and whispered as if she could respond, — it’s all about, like... I just need to... you know... fix everything. You get it, right? The dog just kept staring at me with those big eyes, clearly not expecting anything smart from me. But I kept going:

— So, if I’ve got this right... to fix everything, I just need to... well... do something... uh... extreme, you know? — I spoke slowly, trying to explain this complicated thought to my dog. It’s not easy to grasp, obviously!

— So, like, I know how this works! — I closed my eyes again, trying to focus. Strange scenes from movies I’d seen flashed through my mind, and ideas that seemed very, well, "smart." — Remember that nerd I always hated? His name was... what was it... Uh... Johnny? Yeah, Johnny! He always pissed me off! Always acting all smart, wearing glasses, pretending to be so cool with his books and numbers, ugh! — I made a face, recalling his annoying look.

The dog kept watching me intently, as if trying to figure out where I was going with this. She lifted one paw slightly, as if ready to bolt if I started spouting nonsense again.

— And so... — I slowed down, feeling the excitement growing inside me. — What if... the only way to fix everything is to do something... um... dirty? — I giggled, biting my lip and playing with my hair. — You know what I’m thinking? — I leaned closer to the dog, looking her in the eyes. — I just need to... well... — I shifted nervously, feeling something stir inside me. — What if I... well, like, give him a blowjob, and everything will go back to normal! It’s obvious! — My voice got louder, and I laughed as if I’d just come up with something brilliant.

The dog stared at me, her eyes saying more than words ever could: "Are you serious?"

But I didn’t care. I was already too deep into this idea. My gaze fell back on my reflection in the mirror. I ran my hands over my body, my fingers sliding down my sides, and this thought wouldn’t leave me. "Yeah, this has to work..." I thought, feeling a strange excitement rising inside me. "I look so hot right now... Guys would love it..."

My hand slid down and I sighed softly, closing my eyes. The image of that nerd popped into my head. The one who always pissed me off and whom I always bullied and offended. "Now he will see me completely differently," I smirked and ran my fingers over my stomach, biting my lip, feeling the excitement growing. It all seemed so wild, but at the same time so right. I never thought I could get excited from such thoughts before.

— Yes, like this... this should work... — I whispered, continuing to touch myself, imagining how I would meet him and what I would do to him. Everything was mixed up in my head: guys, former classmates, that nerd... and how I could fix everything. I slowly touched my breasts with one hand, and my pussy with the other, feeling the warmth spreading inside. The dog barked again, but quieter this time, as if it understood that something strange was happening to me. But I didn't care.

— I can handle it, — I whispered, starting to gently stroke my body parts. My breathing became heavier, and my thoughts began to get even more confused. I knew that this was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I began to masturbate, imagining myself doing everything I had planned, imagining myself in a humiliating role that I could never accept before. But damn, it felt so good!