A Dog's Life
He'd been stuck in Dean's shape for a week now and he was not really enjoying it all that much. People always said they'd like to come back in their next life as a dog and that it was a "dog's life". They hadn't actually been a dog, though, or at least they hadn't been a human mind stuck in a dog's body.
He couldn't shower, he couldn't eat cooked food, he couldn't really communicate with anyone, and he certainly couldn't work. He'd gone by Prosperity every day this week to make sure it hadn't shut down or burned down. So far it hadn't, but it also looked like his head waitress had decided he'd disappeared from the city and that she owned a bar now. That might be hard to sort out when he managed to be a human again if he managed to be a human again.
He'd tried literally everything he could think of to turn back. He'd thought of himself in another shape to see if he could maybe go from one to another to human, he'd slept for a solid twelve hours, he'd even tried praying to every deity he'd ever heard of and then some. Nothing worked. He couldn't be anything but a dog, and he settled onto his porch with his head in his paws dejectedly.
He couldn't shower, he couldn't eat cooked food, he couldn't really communicate with anyone, and he certainly couldn't work. He'd gone by Prosperity every day this week to make sure it hadn't shut down or burned down. So far it hadn't, but it also looked like his head waitress had decided he'd disappeared from the city and that she owned a bar now. That might be hard to sort out when he managed to be a human again if he managed to be a human again.
He'd tried literally everything he could think of to turn back. He'd thought of himself in another shape to see if he could maybe go from one to another to human, he'd slept for a solid twelve hours, he'd even tried praying to every deity he'd ever heard of and then some. Nothing worked. He couldn't be anything but a dog, and he settled onto his porch with his head in his paws dejectedly.