Jon Is His Dog

Suddenly, Jon wasn't in the bathroom anymore. He was downstairs in the living room, running around the house. Except, it wasn't really Jon who was running around. It was his dog Nikita. Jon was just inside her head, seeing things from her point-of-view. He had no control over her body. He was just a passenger, seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, and feeling everything that *she* did. And he would be trapped in his dog's head for the next *month*.