THE PET SHOP

BY KENNA

[ part 1 ]

I’m 45-years-old and not married. My mother thinks I’m gay. Sometimes I wish I was gay rather than being a pedophile. I can’t have a relationship with a woman my age and I can’t have a relationship with a girl the age I’d like.

Twelve-years-old… that’s the right age. I trace it all back to Judy. This beautiful, long haired brunette walked into my class as a transfer student with a fantastic Southern accent from Mississippi. Maybe I wouldn’t be a pedo if I’d had the nerve to walk up to her that very first day and even speak to her. But I worshiped her from afar. Over the years, my taste in the opposite sex stayed right at 12-years-old. I don’t need a shrink to tell me why. I’m stuck on that girl on that day. In a word, I’m stuck on prepubescent. She was flat as a board with skinny little legs, but that face and that long brown hair. She was my first wet dream.

I have a collection of little girl photos. I have a collection of little girl vids. I have a collection of little girl stories. I want them, but I also understand the concept of being thrown in jail, branded for life as a sexual deviant, and all the baggage that goes with getting caught. So, I’m careful where I collect my kiddy porn and I never touch the young ones.

All that changed about 3 months ago. Over the 33 years that I’ve worshipped 12-year-old Judy look-a-likes, a 3 month change is pretty abrupt. Yet, it seemed gradual as it happened. About a year ago, I was house sitting for a friend. That just meant I popped into his house once a day to make sure no one had broken in or anything. There on his nightstand were a few printed pages. I picked them up and was surprised to see it was a kiddy porn story. It was something about a preteen brother and teen sister who went to summer camp and got turned into slaves and doms. Pretty hot stuff.

I read the whole thing and then tucked the papers under his pillow. It was my way of sending him the message that I’d read it.

When he got back from his trip, Norm cautiously approached me about the subject. Had I found something in his house? Did I read it? What did I think? I only strung him along for a few second before reassuring him that I had read it and wasn’t going to turn him in. Turns out he was a pedo, too.

We had different tastes. He liked little boys and I liked girls. But, we shared the same idea of staying away from the live stuff. Neither of us was adventurous or foolish enough to attempt the seduction of our fantasies. Pictures, stories, and mental images would have to do.

He showed me the boy down the street. Jeffrey was 11 and cute as a button. I showed him the girl a block away. Katie was 12, brunette, and just shy of puberty. He wanted to trade personeal stories and when we did, there came an embarrassing moment when we were both hard, but not willing to share that experience with each other. We went our separate ways, jerked off, and met again later. I tried to keep him at arm’s length, not wanting to get too involved in his world or him in mine. Mostly I was afraid we’d feed each other’s bravado and end up doing something we regretted.

Then, three months ago, the news reported a missing boy. The very boy that Norm had pointed out to me. A chill went through me as I had to wonder if Norm had finally snapped and snatched Jeffrey.

I waited a week before I dropped in on Norm, because I didn’t want to tie myself to him right then. Norm had a brand new yellow lab puppy. The damned dog was about three months old and full of energy. We had to go outside so he could toss a ball for an endless game of fetch. The dog would have gone on forever it seemed. Outside we couldn’t talk too freely, but he denied any involvement. Dared me to search his place. Apparently, the police had already done a neighborhood search and Norm had cooperated. He wasn’t on the suspect list at all.

I was satisfied that Norm hadn’t gone over the edge on me. Then, about a month later, he told me the truth. I dropped by and we sat and talked. His puppy was worn out and sleeping at his feet.

Norm reached under his shirt collar and pulled out a chain that was fastened around his neck. Attached to the chain was a round medallion. “You need to get one of these,” he told me.

“What is it?”

“Magic,” he said, mysteriously.

“Yeah, right,” I said. “I don’t believe in magic.” I didn’t take him seriously.

“Really,” he said. “Watch.” I looked at him and then he said, “Watch the dog.” He ran his finger around the medallion, one circle.

Amazed, I stared at the dog. Its hair was noticeably shorter. He made another circle. I stood up, wanting to back away. The dog didn’t look earthly anymore. It still had paws, floppy ears, and a tail, but other parts had changed. It had a shorter nose, almost no hair on its body, and the limbs had… shifted. It didn’t look like it couldn’t walk anymore.

“What the fuck?” I said.

“Keep watching,” said Norm. He made a few more circles on the medallion. The limbs changed to arms and legs. The body seemed almost human. Paws, ears, whiskers, and tail still were canine, but the rest was human. One more time around the medallion and a light went on in the “dog’s” eyes.

The “dog” stood up… No shit, it stood up on its hind legs. It looked at Norm and said, “I’m sorry. It happened again.” Fucking dog spoke. I just about shit myself. I sat down again, not sure that my legs would hold me anymore. The damned dog looked remarkably like Jeffrey.

“That’s OK,” said Norm. “C’mere. Come sit on the doctor’s lap.” The dog sat… fuck no, the boy sat in Norm’s lap. He was a naked boy with paws, floppy ears, a tail, whiskers, and a collar.

“No way,” I said. I was fucking scared. This was something out of a horror movie.

“Calm down, Sam,” said Norm. “Don’t scare Jeffrey.”

It was Jeffrey. It was half Jeffrey, half dog. It was… fuck I was going to need a drink. I got up and helped myself to Norm’s vodka. When I came back, I had calmed down. Now I looked at the dog again. While I was gone, Norm had put some tight shorts on the boy. If you took Jeffrey to a makeup studio, maybe a special effects artist, and had him done up like a dog, this was what would come out.

“Let’s fix your hands and feet,” said Norm to the boy. He circled the medallion a few more times and Jeffrey was all boy, no dog. The boy rested his head on Norm’s chest, content to just lie quietly while Norm stroked his arms, chest, and back. By now I had an idea of what else Norm did with the boy in private.

Then, Norm snuck his hand back to the medallion. This time he made counter clockwise circles on it. After a couple of circles, the paws, ears, and other doggy parts had started to emerge.

“Oh, no,” said Jeffrey. “It’s happening again.”

“Try to fight it,” said Norm, circling his finger on the medallion a few more times. Before the boy was gone, Norm pulled off the shorts. A couple more circles and the light went out of the boy’s eyes. There were in between physical attributes, but a clear line when the boy’s mind became a dog’s mind. Norm continued to rub the medallion until a complete yellow lab puppy lay at his feet.

“I believe in magic,” I said. “Or else I got into some really bad shit.”

“Magic,” said Norm again. “I thought you’d want to get one for Katie.”

I stared blankly at him. I wasn’t thinking too clear. Turn Katie into a dog? What would that do for me?

“Here’s the deal,” said Norm. “This medallion turns him back and forth. The police come looking for Jeffrey and they find a dog. No sign of Jeffrey. When I want the boy of my fantasies, I turn him into Jeffrey, do what I want, and turn him back to a dog. It’s the perfect abduction.”

“OK, I got the dog part,” I said. “No evidence of kidnapping, just a new dog in the neighborhood. But what about when he’s a boy? Doesn’t he want to go back home? Why does he let you do whatever you want to do with him?”

“Jeffrey thinks he has a disease. He thinks his parents gave him away because he turns into a dog. Well, hell, he does turn into a dog and the part about his parents giving him away is just so he’ll stay with me when he’s a boy. He does what I want because he thinks nobody else wants him. He thinks I can cure him. So, it’s suck the doctor’s cock or go to the pound.”

OK, now I got the boy part, too. Right away I can see how this works for Katie, too. I could have her in my house full time at my disposal, yet she’s a dog when I don’t want a little girl. Nice and tidy. “Where do I get one of those?”

“The Pet Shop,” said Norm. “Where else? You’ve got savings, right? It costs a hundred grand. But, don’t you think Katie is worth it?”

“Damn straight,” I agreed, already planning on my own live in 12-year-old.

“But, here’s the best part,” said Norm. “When he’s a dog, he ages as a dog. When he’s a boy, he ages as a boy. So, the dog lives 14 years or so. In those 14 years, the boy ages maybe a year. I’ve got a 11-year-old boy for 14 years. You’ll have that tight, little 12-year-old girl body for 14 years.”

“Sweet.”

I went to The Pet Shop the next day. With a referral from Norm, the deal went through pretty smooth. It took me another five weeks to snatch Katie.