it's tuesday night. on tuesday nights i stay home, strip off all my clothes, run around the house and turn off all the lights, and plop down in front of the tv. usually i'm listening to bach. organ music. press play on the vcr. there is an extensive collection of tapes: dogs, cats, dolphins, pigeons - even buffalo. that was the hardest to get. had to call in a few favors for that one. and now, i'm not even certain it was worth it. the film quality is so bad, you can barely make out what's going on. and as soon as you do, it's over.
the dogs are by far the best. i usually make quite a mess then. i'll maim myself if i do it with my right hand. bruce says to get retractables. he did, on both hands too. of course, his fingertips are so big now he can't even pick his snout. besides, i don't have that kind of money.
as ever, my timing is excellent. chorale "allein gott in der hoeh sei ehr" begins to play just as the beatles fade to black and the dogs come on. my penis starts swelling at the base, almost uncomfortable in its sheath. it is the first thing i had done. not as many nerve endings as i'd like, but then, like i said, i'm not a rich man.
i got the fur complete last month after several quite painful graft sessions. i only had enough cash for the extremities, but then bruce came along and chipped in for a full skin job. he likes it. and at times like now, so do i.
the animals died out when i was eleven and just starting to appreciate the wet nose and rough tongue. you can order them from catalogs now. sears even has sales on live turkeys for thanksgiving. i blew my junior year tuition on two labrador puppies, male and female. however, anywhere you order from nowadays, sterlizes them before shipping. so all i have now are pictures. and bruce. see, funny thing about dogs, even vat grown with a money back satisfaction garauntee, is that they live just long enough for you to get attached... then they die, leaving you loveless and penniless.
i met bruce at the funeral. just me and the headstones. bruce was cruising the pet cemetary for new philes like myself. he had already had his eyes done: golden lion eyes. he had money, bruce did. i was vulnerable; my heart and my fortune now six feet deep in matching caskets.
now, i've never considered myself homosexual. and at first, that's what i suspected about his intentions. it might still be the case, but if so, i believe it's a small facet of the attraction. he told me once, early on, that i'd make a beautiful greyhound.
in the whirlwind two weeks that followed, i was introduced to the rather hidden world of applied devolution and cross specie aesthetic surgery. and there were others - i had thought bruce mad, singularly so. but he showed me the tapes, the back rooms in casinos and foreign embassy galas. and so and so on... until there emerged for me a new class of people with particular desires in which , with the animals all dead, humans had to play the part.
the concept had never crossed my mind before. with my two loves buried beneath me, i had resigned myself to a lonely life of desperate celibacy. and what bodysculpting i'd seen or heard of was always associated with an exotic criminal element, like beepers and static blades. mere adolescent status symbols. bruce arranged lunch with his private surgeon and paid for my first operation. the night home from the ward was unbelievable.
after this, we worked out a casual arrangement: i would move in with him (manhattan penthouse) and earn my stay, and he would foot the bills for all the major devowork i desired. i advise him on what to get as well and, so far, we have happily made each other over into our previous pets.
for my birthday, bruce has promised me quadrupedal constructive surgery, and for christmas, a tail. i can hardly wait.
i've seen this tape before many times; the dogs are nearing the end. i keep myself on edge, at threshold until, until,
close-up of the female on screen. she is looking back over her shoulder. her tongue suddenly lolls out of her mouth as she pants.
oh damn, bruce is gonna kill me. all over the carpet again.