One Year. Part 2

It had been the two weeks since he had been in the room and made the decision. It was now time to start his year. In the two weeks, he had seen posters going up around the university campus explaining the details of the trial. People were interested in reading all about this unusual experiment and so did not stop reading the posters clarifying exact details like how people should react when confronted with the new human dog. There had been a few articles on the radio and there had even been a short piece on the end of the local TV news. Mark was very apprehensive. He hadn’t told anyone that it was him that had been chosen to perform the role, and wasn’t looking forward to all the attention. He also didn’t like the idea that he hadn’t really seen Mr Franks since his meeting. He was quite upset about this, as he had wanted to go and get reassured by him about the whole experience.
He approached the medical and vetinary building with apprehension. He had the sheet with the details of where he had to go and who he had to see in his pocket, but didn’t feel like pulling it out of his pocket just yet. To do so would mean that he had resigned himself to going through with the trial, and he wanted to feel like he could back out of it any time he liked. At the doors, he looked back at the rest of the campus behind him. It was early evening and there were a few students walking this way and that, wrapped up in their own worlds, and a few cars passing on the road in the distance. Mark sighed. He had already thought about the things he was going to miss. Going for a pint, watching a film, or even having a bath. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ With this, he turned and walked into the reception.
The first thing that he noticed was that he had to go down to the hospital wing, instead of the vetinary wing. He was quite relieved in this respect. It would have been quite strange walking into a vets and getting on the table himself. He got in the lift and went up to the 2nd floor. When he got out, he turned right and followed the signs to room 157. As he got to the door, he tried not to think about stopping at the door. If he did, he would probably start thinking himself out of it, turn and run down the corridor and out of the building. So instead, he simply knocked on the door and entered. A young lady was in the room and introduced herself as one of the nurses attached to the university. Mark quickly explained who he was and why he had come. She smiled an easy, reassuring smile and invited him to sit down on the side of the bed. He did so, resting with his legs hanging off the edge, dangling down below him. She handed him a pack of paper work and asked him to look through it. She then left him in the room by himself. He opened the pack and found a picture of a Labrador staring back at him. He read the writing underneath and realized that they had picked him a breed. They had decided that he had to be a medium to large type of dog and that a Labrador would probably suit the job best. They had also written a few characteristics of the breed along with the picture. He skim read on throughout the booklet, discovering nothing new to what he already knew. At the back there was a contract to sign, giving the project allowances to experiment and study him throughout the year. He paused before he signed. What would this mean? Could it be that they would indeed treat him like a dog completely? Would someone in fact own him? What could the project do to him if he signed his life over to them? Then he thought of Me Franks, and he felt reassured. He knew that Mr Franks would look after him. He would be all right, so he signed his name on the bottom of the sheet. When the nurse returned, she brought with her a doctor who Mark recognised as one of the men who had been at the meeting two weeks previously. The doctor said that his name was doctor Stevens and started asking Mark questions about his current lifestyle. Mark told him about going out, how much exercise he got and even his non-eventful sex life. The last section, Mark found quite embarrassing to talk about, and when the doctor asked Mark to strip and get ready for his physical examination, Mark notably blushed. He was given a screen to change behind and a gown to put on to cover him from being totally revealed. The doctor measured his weight, height, limb measurement, lung capacity and generally prodded and poked him all over. The one good thing was that the nurse had been good enough to keep her back to both of them, allowing Mark some privacy. The big shock came when the doctor said that he needed to measure Marks anatomy. Mark was so shocked at this that he pulled away, covering himself up. The doctor reassured him that it was all part of the information needed for the research, and so Mark allowed him to reach down with a ruler and take a measurement of his genitals, even though he felt exceedingly embarrassed. Once the examination was over, Mark was passed a razor and a can of shaving foam. This was the part that he had being looking forward to the least, he had to get rid of all the hair on his body. He went into the bathroom and started pasting the foam all over his skin. When he was covered from head to foot, he started pulling the razor over his body. He had hoped that he would be able to do this quickly and so not think about it too much, but he surprised with the amount of hair he actually had. He kept finding small patches in areas that he hadn’t managed to reach properly. When he told the doctor this, he was handed a bottle of hair remover. He stepped into the shower and smeared the foul smelling liquid over his head and body. He felt the last few strands starting to slip off him and found that he no longer had hair anywhere on his body. He towelled himself dry and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t like the thing that looked back at him, it didn’t seem right. He moved back through to the main room where the doctor was waiting for him. The nurse seemed to have disappeared somewhere and so Mark found himself alone with the other man in the room. He was passed a set of contacts that he had to put in. He went over to one of the mirrors and hurriedly pushed the contacts into his eyes. Instantly the world took on a dark red tint. Mark had read in the notes that it had been discovered that dogs saw in a red tint and so he would experience the same. The doctor asked him if he had read the sheets concerning stopping the experiment in an emergency and Mark said that he had. The doctor then said that it was about time to get him dressed. He opened one of cupboard doors and took out a brown box. Out of the box he pulled a light pink flesh coloured body suit. The doctor handed it to Mark and he started inspecting it. It was done up at the front on a zip down the chest and had four long limb like tubes coming from it in the appropriate places. Mark took off the gown he was wearing and started putting the suit on. He was intrigued as to what it felt like when worn and wanted to try putting it on. He put the leg sections on first and found that they hugged his body tightly, ending in a covering for his foot. He could feel that some extra padding had been included in the suit in the knee sections ready for walking on his hands and knees. He slipped the arms on as well and found the ends moulded in the shape of dog paws that held his hands in fists. The doctor then zipped the suit up and Mark found that the suit was tightly pulled around all parts of his body, encasing him in the suit. The doctor then reached down toward Marks groin and started fiddling with the suit. Mark looked down and saw a lump that the doctor had his hand inside. Mark suddenly felt his penis being pulled into the lump. As the doctor removed his fingers, he explained that Mark now had a sheath similar to a real dog. His penis would be covered until Mark got an erection. This was a bit of a shock, as although Mark had agreed to this, actually having a sheath was an extremely strange feeling. He also realized that he had lost the use of his hands. This didn’t worry him straight away, as he thought he was only trying the suit on, but then the doctor asked him to get down on the floor. The doctor then picked up a balaclava like object that he started to pull over Marks face, covering most of his head, only leaving small holes for Marks eyes and a larger hole for his mouth. Mark realized that this was it. He was starting the yearlong experiment. He couldn’t quite believe it. It had started, just like that. The doctor told him not to make any more human sounds as the experiment was now started. Mark was now officially recognised as a dog. The doctor picked up a strip of leather from the counter top next to him and Mark saw that it was a dog collar. The doctor reached down and slipped the collar around Marks neck, buckling it at the back of his neck. He then picked up a chain leash and attached it to the collar. He turned round and led Mark into a room that lead off from the main room. Mark entered behind the doctor and saw what they had in store for him. In front of him was a large wire cage with a mattress and two silver bowls inside filled with some meat and some water. The doctor unclipped the leash and gently pushed Mark into the cage. When Mark was inside, he closed the gate and locked it. Mark was now trapped. The doctor said goodnight, turned and walked out of the room, turning the light off as he went. Mark was slightly worried about this. He had just been left on his own. Was someone else going to visit him tonight or was he on his own till the morning. Mark looked around the darkened room and saw that there was little else there apart from his cage. He moved over to the mattress and found that it was internally heated. Straight away, he climbed on and settled down. It was very enjoyable lying on the mattress. Mark didn’t feel too hungry, as he had eaten before coming out, but still felt like he should try and eat something, even if it was just to see if he could. He was starting to feel tired though and decided that he would try in a short while. First of all, he was just going to rest his eyes, and before too long, he was asleep.

To be continued…