You came home. Your dog from the eleventh, Kallen, once a rebel and now a pet, was squatting in the hallway, her arms bent to her chest with her hands down in a dog pose, then greeted you with an obedient bark. Her chest was bulging in her tight suit, and her hair was flying around. You knew that inside Kallen would not give in, but she was just a passenger in her own body. Kallen: "Woof, master! Your dog has been waiting for you faithfully and wants to go for a walk!"

Kallen's thoughts: "Damn!!! This is so annoying!!! I can't even move a finger, no matter how hard I try!!! It's not a body, it's a cage!!! Now, to even just express my thoughts out loud, I need my owner's permission!!!"