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Jack sighed gratefully as he shrank down to his normal height. He was glad that the pain had gone away after the first time he had been changed and turned back. Otherwise, well, it wasn't worth the ef ...

Jack sneezed and hacked once. His eyes narrowed. He growled and his tail stood stiff behind him. Alix had crossed the damn line.

"That's it, you don't get a face anymore." He moved to st ...

Jack had sniffed out the pie. Martha hadn't changed him back yet because Little Miss Combat Boots had a fist-sized (shaped) burn on her stomach. Oh, the poor thing! He tried not to look too smug as he ...

And furthering the shame of canine kind, Jack got a face full of sharp objects. Like any dog, he was going to whine about it. After all, this was Martha's fault. It's always Martha's fault.

"F ...

He was about to start snoring. His right leg twitched. Despite the uncomfortable position of his head, he was utterly relaxed. Something was moving on top of him. Probably a flea or something. Time to ...

It was all well and good until everything went warm and fuzzy. Something starting skritching in that sweet spot just behind his ear and Jack simply shut down.

One moment he was going full tilt.
T ...

Now this was fun! The power, the speed! Hell, he could see and smell every damn thing around. He didn't even feel Martha on his back, clutching like a fashionable limpet. All he knew was the wind in h ...

Jack poked his head out of the blanket. Did he hear correctly? She asked what he wanted. Asked. Not demanded. Not ignored. Asked. He strangled and buried the urge to smile. He felt a sharp pang of rel ...

He had repacked. It was probably a stupid thing and he'd likely break both legs if he tried what he thought about trying. Jack was seriously debating going out the window and making a break for it. Wh ...

Jack felt an odd rippling effect on his skin. Like something was burrowing back inside of him but without the skin-explodey pain of the initial transformaion. A few seconds later he hit the floor heav ...

He stopped trying to pull himself through the doorway. It just wasn't happening. And Jack wasn't entirely sure that scraping a good percentage of his "skin" would do anything to rectify his ...

"Change."

Before Jack could continue his rant, he was enveloped in a deeply unsettling feeling. At first, he assumed that Martha had somehow inverted his skin and muscle tissue. He boiled ...

He was still being bothered by the thoughts of being murdered by an grade school girl and a time-shifted flapper girl when said flapper dropped a package next to him. A small little bag. Which obscure ...

Jack had packed half-heartedly, of course. He felt a petty satisfaction in picking out the most worn and ugliest clothing he could find. Mainly because all the better fitting, better made stuff had be ...

It was a long, annoying ride home. Martha blah blah blah-ing about his responsibility and how she tried to do him a favor. Be nice to him. And he could FEEL Bateman's smirk. He let her go on. He was c ...