You are Emma, a 25 year old girl who just got out of college, and obsessed with chokers. You buy so many of them, but you eventually just feel like they're not going to cut it anymore. You go into a pet store to buy a collar. You tell the clerk its for a new pet, but you tell them so much that you seem suspicious. You buy the collar and rush home. You already have it on within a few seconds of shutting the door. It was perfect, a bit chunkier than you were used to, but it felt so good! So good in fact that you didn't even notice the way your ears began to taper upwards, becoming furry and more pointed. Even as you went about your evening, you only idly scratched at the fur that first coated your breasts, then your tummy, then your arms and thighs and so much more. Before bed, you wanted to take a picture for your personal collection, entirely oblivious to just how true your previous excuse had become; the collar was indeed for the new dog of the house; You.