Jimmy's POV

Jimmy Hopkins woke up feeling even more tired than he normally felt. Something was different. The room seemed a lot bigger, and the bed seemed a lot warmer.

Ugh! He thought does the room always smell this bad?

Jimmy threw a glance down the side of the bed. Yikes! It was a long way down! Had he shrunk? Jimmy felt one of his ears twitch unnaturally, and he raised a hand to feel what was wrong. Well, he tried to. As soon as he raised the arm which was supposed to be his, he saw that something was terribly wrong. His arm was covered with pale ginger fur!

"WAAH!" Jimmy gave a shout of surprise when he saw that his hand was a paw. "What the hell?" he glanced around wildly, looking behind him. That wasn't his body…

I'm dreaming… Jimmy assured himself. Because he couldn't have a tail in real life… Could he?

Pushing away the strong urge to bite his own tail, Jimmy leapt off his bed (which took a lot of effort) and attempted to walk to his mirror on two legs. Even if he didn't trip over painfully onto his nose, he would've still been too short to reach the handle of his closet.

"Damn this!" he growled underneath his breath. Literally, he growled. Jimmy lifted his fur-covered-paw-ended arm and stuck it in the crack between the closet door and the closet itself and pushed it open. He stared at his reflection in the mirror in absolute horror.

"Oh my god…" he mumbled, staring at the dog that stared back at him. When Jimmy raised a 'hand,' the dog rose it's paw. Jimmy lowered his head, the dog lowered his head.

"I'm a friggin' bulldog thing!" he howled, seeing the dog open it's red mouth at the same time he shouted.

Jimmy stared around, still trying to believe that it was all a dream. He hit his head against the wall, trying to wake up. Nothing happened.

"Hey Jim, what's with all the banging?" he heard someone call much louder than it would have normally sounded.

"Oh please don't come in…" Jimmy whined, running and hiding underneath his bed, which now seemed un-climbable.

He saw Trent walk into the room and look around.

"Jimmy?" the blonde bully called softly. Jimmy-dog thing covered his face with his white paws.

"What the…?" he heard the bully mutter, before the floor vibrated and he heard footsteps approach him.

When Jimmy removed his paws from his face, he saw Trent crouching down and staring at him in amazement.

"What you looking at?" Jimmy challenged.

What Trent heard; woof, ark!

"Hey Wade!" The blonde shouted, a grin beginning to tug at his lips, "I found a dog that looks like Jimmy!"

Jimmy heard someone else enter the room, and soon a red headed bully had his face underneath the bed. It was Jimmy's private hiding place, so why were these two idiots here?

"Hey, a pit-bull terrier!" Wade shouted, "I have one at home!"

At least I'm not a bulldog… Jimmy decided, relaxing only a tiny bit.

Trent held out his hand and stroked Jimmy's head.

"HEY!" The Bullworth 'King' protested.

But Trent and Wade only heard; ARF!

"He's a cool dog!" Trent laughed, stroking harder.

"No stop that!" Jimmy growled, but again all the bullies heard were dog barks and growls.

"I'm gettin' outta here!" the ginger dog whined, shooting through Trent and Wade's legs and heading for the door. Oh great! He couldn't reach the doorknob!

He sat down and stared intently at the door, hoping no one would see him.

No luck.

"Hey there's a dog in the dorm!" a little boy squealed. Jimmy looked over his shoulder to see Pedro running towards him, looking happier than Jimmy had ever seen him.

"You want to go out doggy?" Pedro asked, patting Jimmy's butt, much to his irritation. The Bullworth king perked up and nodded.

Pedro laughed and opened the door for him.

Jimmy was about to trot out when he remembered that he should thank the little kid for helping him.

How do dogs thank people? He asked himself.

Jimmy just whacked Pedro with his tail before running across the schoolyard like a bullet. Someone had a lot of explaining to do…