Stuck In A Dog's Life

"I don't want a Big Brother"

He had just finished breakfast. Will was 19 years old and much shorter than his peers. His sister Clara was about two years younger than him. The boy sat on the sofa and watched her approach.
Clara: Our parents will be away all summer and I will have to obey you, - she huffed - maybe you can make me happy for once and agree to a treat. I will be extremely obedient all summer, I swear.
Will: What do you want?
Clara: You know the machine in our parents' store? The one in the experimental stage that creates costumes....
Will: What would you need it for?
Clara: Come on big brother! You need the fingerprint of an adult to turn it on! Then I'll go in and decide on a great costume for the summer carnival.
Will: That's it?
Clara: Absolutely! Promise!
It seemed such a simple and useless thing to him that he agreed. So the poor unfortunate man strolled with his sister to his parents' store without the slightest idea of what was going to happen to him. The machine was huge and cylindrical in shape, he entered and on the monitor used his own fingerprints.
Voice: Program activated!
The door suddenly closed.
Will: What's going on?
Clara: The machinery only works from the outside, sorry.
Will: What would you like to do?
Clara: The costumes are attached with a special glue, you can only take them off through this machine! They are really realistic moreover!
Will: No! Clara no! What are you going to do to me?
He burst into tears, his heart beating wildly.
Clara: Spend the summer without a boring big brother!
He felt metal hands holding him down and tearing off all his clothes. He found himself bent on all fours, at which point hooks pinned his hands to his shoulders and his feet to his buttocks. Like he was on all fours but on his knees and elbows. He felt a tight-fitting costume being slipped from under him; he could not understand what was happening. Then a mask covered his face, he could see through realistic mirrors that looked like eyes from the outside. He felt something slip into his mouth and block his tongue. He pulled down a mirror.
"No! Fuck no! No way!"
He was dressed as a dog, tried to speak but glared because of the machinery. The fur looked as real as everything else.
Voice: Program terminated, automatic shutdown of the machinery soon.