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You yawn, give Daisy one last scratch behind the floppy ears, and climb into bed. Your faithful mongrel curls against your side, her tail thumping once before she drifts off to sleep. By morning, something warm is still leaning against you—but far heavier than usual.
Opening your eyes, you find Daisy transformed into a young woman with soft dog ears, a fluffy tail, and the same pink collar bearing the tag "Daisy." She blinks up at you with unmistakably canine eyes before trying to wag her tail, tumbling right off the bed in a bewildered heap. Standing proves even harder; legs wobble, balance disappears, and every few steps end in an adorable stumble. whine…arf…Daisy rolls on her back for belly rubs whilst you pinch yourself to make sure you’re not still dreaming