You woke up on something soft and warm, a thing you never been on but always wanted; a bed. That was when you realized you weren’t in your dog form. Quickly, you looked around for clothes; but, to your great astonishment, you had a large shirt draped over your small frame. The shirt covered you down to almost your knees. You continued to look for clothes for a better covering. (You were looking for panties, a bra, and better fitting clothes.) While on your search, you found yourself staring back at yourself in a mirror.
In your opinion, it looked like someone had washed you.
Your soft features weren’t caked in dried mud and dust. Those tangled (h/c) locks of yours were brushed and shined with cleanness. Even under your long finger nails were clean and they were also cut. You were amazed by the difference, you had only seen yourself as a dirty half human half dog thing. Seeing yourself this way made you feel like a person not a thing. For the first time in a long time you didn’t smell gross, actually you smelled nicely of (favorite flower here). A gentle knock on the door made you jump higher than the moon.
“Excuse-a me bella, may I-a come in?” a sweet man’s voice thick with an Italian accent asked.
“Umm..... o-okay,” you replied hesitantly. The door was open quickly by a tall brunette man. He had a similar curl to the man in your dreams, but it was the other side. His eyes seemed to be closed and he wore a goofy, clueless smile. Wavy locks fall in his face based on how his hair was parted. He had a rather round face, he was sort of adorable like you just wanted to embrace and cuddle him to death. But you didn’t, because he had food.
“I wanted to-a see if you were-a up to-a give you food, my fratello-a made it,” the man told you as he set a bowl of pasta on the night stand with a fork next to the bowl.
“Umm... gratzie for the food Mr....” you trailed off.
“I’m-a Feliciano Vargas, you can-a call me Feli,” Feli told you.
“I’m (your name), it’s nice to meet you,” you said smiling softly, which caused your very chapped lips to bleed a bit. He seemed to get a bit freaked out by the sight of blood.
“Oh no you are-a bleeding!” he cried out and started running around in circles. This frightened you, so you changed your form to your puppy form and ran under the bed. You felt ashamed for scaring the nice man who is giving you a place to stay and even feeding you. You heard someone coming down the hallway to the room you were in.
“Fartello, you idoita why are-a you crying!” a deeper voice thick with an accent yelled as he entered the room.