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My name is Sam. I'm an average teenage boy, and live with my dad and my dog Lucky. At least I did until yesterday. That was the day my life changed forever.

I came home from school to find my dad slumped down in the love seat crying. He looked up when I entered the room, and I could tell something was very wrong. I steeled myself for a moment and asked what was wrong. That's when he told me.

He had come home to find Lucky unresponsive on the floor. He rushed him to the vet, but try as they might, they couldn't save him. Turns out it was cancer.

The news hit me like a ton of bricks, and I collapsed to the floor right next to my father. Lucky had been around my whole life. Ever since I was born he had been there watching out for me. In a strange way, I considered him my brother. I didn't have any other family but my dad.

Lucky and I had been inseparable. We did everything together. Now it felt as though a giant whole had been ripped open in my heart. I don't remember much else from that night except a lot of crying and sobbing.

Eventually I fell asleep. I dreamt of lucky and the times we had together. I could almost feel his presence in my dreams. That presence gave me a great feeling of peace and calm. Almost as if Lucky was trying to reassure me that everything would work out and be okay.

When I awoke the next morning, dad was gone. I looked around the house, but couldn't find him. I finally found a not in the kitchen reading that he had gone out and would be back later. Very definite. Of well, I guess I should at least get changed for the day.

The house seemed really empty and quiet. I couldn't remember a time I had been this alone. As I went through the motions, I thought I would be more depressed, but the dream last night stayed with me, and helped me do what I needed to do.

Dad didn't return until later that night, and brought a bucket of chicken with him. We talked while we ate, but he didn't want to tell me where he had been. I decided not to push the issue. We watched a little tv, then headed off to bed.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt a little stiff. I got up and stretched hoping the feeling would go away. As I was getting dressed i looked myself over in the mirror like I did every morning. I always liked to see how I was maturing. I was sure my body hair was a little thicker and darker than before. Nice. I had always been a bit of a late bloomer.

I wanted to find Lucky and brag to him. He was always such a good listener. The I remembered I couldn't. A wave of sadness hit me. After a few minuets I was able to collect myself and get dressed for the day. The rest of the day went on as normal, and the stiffness gradually faded. I guess I had just slept wrong.

The next week or so was pretty ordinary. Though I was pleased to notice my body hair was coming in thicker, I was still feeling a little stiff and sore from time to time. I did a little research and found that Puberty could cause all kinds of weird symptoms, so I didn't worry too much about it.

I kind of wished I had someone I could talk to about it, but that was not possible. I tried talking to dad, but he seemed kind of distant and spaced out most of the time. I guess this was hitting him as hard as it was me. Most of the time I ended up having to take make my own meals while dad Just kind of drifted along.

After a while I started noticing other changes in my body- my finger nails were getting darker, and my fingers were getting stiff and harder to move. I was having trouble holding on to things and kept dropping them. I also noticed my eyes seemed to be changing color. They had always been a bright blue color but now they seemed almost brown. Puberty couldn't cause that, could it?

The last straw came when I woke up one morning and noticed that my, you know, Junk ,if you know what I mean, had started to change. It looked really strange. I was also starting to get really hairy. none of my friends looked anything like this.

I called for dad. After what seemed like ages I finally got him to come to my room. I showed him what was going on, But he kept telling me it was normal for boys my age. I told him I wanted to go to the doctor, and he finally agreed to make me an appointment.

Luckily there was an opening and the Doctor could see me that afternoon. We got into the car, and dad drove me to his office. When we go there I was a little confused because It wasn't my normal practice. There was something else odd, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Oh well, one doctor is a good as another I thought.

We went into the lobby, and as dad went to check me in, I looked around. That's when it hit me. This looked a lot like a Vets office! Dad came up behind me, and led me to a chair in the waiting room. I wan't quite sure I liked what was going on, but Dad just reassured me and told me the doctor would see us in a few minuets.

A tech came into the room and Called for Lucky. Dad got up, took my hand and told me to come on. Lucky? I'm Sam. Dad must be having a bad day. Oh well, better humor him I supposed.

We walked down a short hallway to an exam room and stepped inside. The tech told us the doctor would be in shortly. Dad sat in the only chair in the room, and I leaned against the wall to wait. After a short time, and man in his 40's wearing a white coat with Dr. Jim DVM embodied on it entered the room.

That's it I thought, Dad has really lost it. I started to leave the room, but Dad stopped me. The vet asked what seemed to be the problem with your boy? Dad explains that I wasn't feeling well and talked about my symptoms. It was odd. they were talking about me as if I wasn't even in the room.

Soon The vet had gotten all the info he needed, and wanted to start the exam. First they needed to remove my clothing. I resisted, but between the tech and the vet, it wasn't long before I was standing there completely naked. One of the techs gathered up my clothes and carried them out of the exam room.

Now that I was ready, the vet carried out his full exam. It seemed like he poked and prodded every inch of me. All while Dad sat there and watched in approval, calling me a good boy. I must have been in a state of shock, because I couldn't believe this was really happening. I loved being called a good boy, and it helped me relax and let the vet work. He drew blood for a few tests, and even gave me the standard set of vaccines.

After the tests were done, the vet looked over the results and told my Dad that I was a perfectly healthy Labrador retriever. Huh? That's not right, a nagging thought kept entering my mind. I'm a boy not a dog. The vet patted my head, and that though flew right out of my mind as a wave of pleasure went through my body.

Dad and the vet discussed what to do next. The vet suggested neutering, and dad agreed. I tried to object, but no one payed any attention to me. The vet told dad the receptionist could set up the appointment when he checks out. Whoa! What was going on here? was Dad really going to have me neutered? Just when I was starting to develop.

As I was reeling from the Idea of getting neutered, I felt a collar being latched around my neck, I looked down and realized It was Lucky's old collar. Dad attached the leash and led me back to the waiting room. He attached the leash to a hook on the counter, while he settled up the bill. Once he had the receipt and my new tags, he led me out of the office towards our car.

I was about half way to the car before I realized I was still nude. I tried to complain to Dad, but he just pulled me along. As we kept walking, I realized it was odd that no one had even batted an eye at the sight of a naked teenager in the waiting room or out here in the open parking lot.

Once we got to the car, I started to get in to the front passengers seat, but Dad guided me into the back. Once inside he strapped me in. He hadn't done that since I was Little. As we pulled out of the lot, I tried to talk to him, but he just kept telling me we'd be home soon and called me a good boy again.

I Gave up after a while, and started to reflect on my situation. Something strange was going on, and I didn't know where to go for help. Everyone seemed to have lost there minds, and thought I was a dog and not a boy. I looked down at myself and had to admit, I wasn't looking much like a boy at the moment.

When we got home, I waited for Dad to get out, and open the door for me. He unbuckled me, and called for Lucky. I hopped out of the car, and followed him into the house. As we entered, we walked passed the a full length mirror in the entryway. I stopped to look at myself. I was even hairier than this morning, and my hands and feet were startlingly paw like. I tried to look at my back, and I could see a small nub starting to form over my butt. Was I getting a tail?

Dad pulled me along and soon I found myself outside. It didn't take a genius to figure out what I was supposed to do, I found a secluded spot and relieved my self. How embarrassing. While I waited to come back in, I decided to check out the dog house. It was more comfortable that I would have thought and soon found myself drifting off to sleep.

Sometime later, (There were no clocks in the dog house) I heard my Dad calling. He called For Lucky, and I came running. I knew that wasn't the right name, but I was having trouble remembering what it should be.

It had been a long day, And I was hungry, and I saw that Dad had fixed us dinner. He had a nice plate of chicken for himself, but for me he had filled a bowl of dog food. I was about to object, but the smell was so enticing. It wasn't long before I had downed the entire bowl.

Tired, I headed back to my room to take a nap. I hopped onto my bed and was going to watch some tv., but had trouble turning it on with my, I guess paws now. I finally managed and drifted off to sleep to some lame comedy show or another.

In the morning, I awoke to the sound of Dad filling my bowl for breakfast. I dashed down to eat and when I was finished he let me out to take care of business. It was easier this time and less embarrassing. When I got back in the house, I looked over my body. My nose was black, and I now had a short tail. My hair, or fur, was now covering most of my body, and my ears were changing shape.

I no longer felt any embarrassment about not wearing clothes, and spent most of my time totally nude. I also noticed I was starting to think of myself as Lucky. It was becoming harder and harder to remember my human name.

I also noticed that I was having trouble remembering the names of things around the house. It wasn't too much later that I realized I'd lost the ability to read. Later the next day, I looked at the clock, and found I couldn't tell time anymore. Or do simple math. Big chunks of my education were drifting away.

Over the next few days, the changes accelerated. Soon my jaw extended, giving me a full muzzle, followed by my tail lengthening. Next my ears moved and became floppy. Then my fur grew in thicker. It wasn't log before I was walking on all fours.

I had been avoiding the mirror, but I happened to walk past it on the way to find Dad, Master now I guess. I looked in and all I could see was Lucky. There was no human left at all. the transformation was complete. I guess I was destined to spend the rest of my life as a pet. I guess there were worse things.

I found master in the living room, and we cuddled and watched TV together. He petted me and called me a good boy. I was in heaven. I didn't have a care in the world, and it seemed neither did he.

He seemed to have completely forgotten he ever had a son, and over the course of the next few days, I found my human possessions disappearing, to be replaced with dog ones. My old room soon became masters office, and I spent many days there sleeping by his side.

How did this end up happening you may ask? Well it seems that day I couldn't find Master, he had gone to a witch. He never would have done it normally, but he was in terrible grief. He wasn't thinking clearly and made a deal to bring Lucky back. All it would cost him was something he loved. He never imagined the price would be me, his only son.