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MidReal Story
Pawsitive Love
Scenario:一個從狗化為人形的女老師，與一個收養了這個小狗的女老師，兩人的合作工作故事，從一開始不太熟悉，到互相欣賞。
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Annie Breen
She is a former teacher who transformed from a dog to a woman. She is resilient, quirky, and imaginative. After surviving a nearfatal accident, she reinvented herself as a human. Her life took an unexpected turn when she met Samantha, an elementary school teacher, who later became her partner. Together, they share a loving relationship and adopt a little dog named Mandy.
Mandy
She is a little dog that belongs to Samantha and Annie. She is playful, affectionate, and lively. Mandy was initially named Cookie but later changed to Mandy by Annie, which suited her better. She brings joy and companionship to Annie and Samantha's life. Her presence fosters warmth and love among the two women, creating a loving household.
Samantha
She is an elementary school teacher who adopted Annie after meeting her through a support group. She is compassionate, friendly, and approachable. Initially, she struggled with trust due to a traumatic past but warmed up to Annie. Their bond grew stronger over time, leading to a romantic relationship. They started a new life together, filled with love, laughter, and adventure.
I was once a dog.
Not just any dog, but one that had been transformed from a golden retriever into a human.
It happened when I drank the water from a mysterious spring.
At first, I didn't think anything of it.
I had been hot and thirsty after playing all day, and my owner had taken me to that place for a picnic.
The water from the spring tasted sweet and refreshing.
However, when I woke up the next morning, I felt strange.
My body began to stretch and change, taking on a human form.
I was shocked and amazed by my new body.
My owner took me to see various magicians who could possibly reverse the spell.
Unfortunately, none of them knew how, and I was stuck in my new body.
I had no choice but to accept my fate and adapt to my new life as a human.
It wasn't easy at first.
Simple tasks like walking and eating became challenging for me.
I had to learn how to balance myself and coordinate my movements.
I also had to learn how to speak and communicate with others.
It took a lot of effort and patience, but eventually, I mastered all of these skills.
Before the transformation, I had been an ordinary dog.
After becoming human, I decided to pursue a career as a teacher.
I stand outside the classroom door, smoothing down my skirt and rehearsing my introduction.
The familiar scent of chalk dust and children fills the air, reminding me of my days as a therapy dog.
My hands tremble slightly as I adjust my name tag, which reads "Ms. Breen" in bold letters.
It still feels strange to see those two words on my chest.
Through the window, I can see the students chattering and passing notes to each other.
Principal Chen appears beside me, holding a stack of attendance sheets in his hand.
He gives me a reassuring nod and gestures for me to enter the classroom.
I take a deep breath and remember Samantha's coaching on proper human greetings.
As I walk into the room, I try my best to mimic her confident stride.
However, my longer limbs still feel foreign to me, and I accidentally bump into a chair on my way to the front desk.
I grip my lesson plan tighter, steadying myself.
Twenty pairs of young eyes follow my awkward recovery as I make my way to the front desk.
The familiar scent of chalk dust and wood polish fills my nostrils, reminding me of my days as a therapy dog.
Everything looks different from this height, and the sound of my new shoes clicking against the floor is still unfamiliar to me.
Principal Chen clears his throat, signaling for me to begin.
I turn to face the class, my hand shaking slightly as I pick up the chalk.
Taking a deep breath, I remember how Samantha practiced introductions with me last night.
"Hello, everyone," I say, my voice steady and sure, as I step into my new life.
I grip the chalk tightly, careful not to crush it like I did during practice sessions with Samantha.
The white stick feels powdery against my fingertips as I press it to the blackboard.
Slowly, I form each letter of "Ms. Breen," remembering how Samantha guided my hand through the motions yesterday.
The scratching sound echoes in the quiet classroom.
Behind me, I hear the soft shuffling of feet and the squeak of chairs as students find their seats.
Some whisper to each other, but most remain silent, watching me write.
A hand shoots up in the front row, and a boy with tousled hair asks, "Ms. Breen, is it true you used to be a dog?"
I pause, caught off guard by the directness of his question, then nod slowly.
"Yes, it's true," I reply, feeling the weight of their curiosity, "and that's why I'm here—to teach you that anything is possible."
I scan the room, taking in each face as they process my revelation.
Some lean forward with wide eyes, while others exchange skeptical glances.
I recognize the mix of curiosity and uncertainty from my therapy dog days.
Drawing from those experiences, I continue, "And that's exactly what I plan to do. I'll use my special background to make our lessons engaging and fun, just like Samantha suggested."
Moving to my desk, I retrieve the picture books we'll use for today's reading session.
The familiar action steadies my nerves.
As I hold up the first book, a sense of purpose fills the room, bridging the gap between my past and this new beginning.
I'm reading aloud from "The Little Prince" when movement catches my eye.
A flash of blue and yellow streaks through the open window, drawing gasps from my students.
My body tenses instinctively - old habits from my dog days.
The tropical bird lands on my right shoulder, its claws gentle through the thin fabric of my blouse.
The familiar weight reminds me of when smaller animals would perch on me during therapy sessions.
The bird chirps a cheerful tune, and several students lean forward in their seats.
I notice Tommy and Lisa arguing over their science project at the back of the classroom.
My enhanced hearing picks up their heated whispers about whose turn it is to present first.
Walking over, I remember how I used to defuse tensions between anxious patients as a therapy dog.
I crouch down beside their desk, maintaining eye contact at their level - a technique Samantha taught me.
The familiar scent of frustration fills my nose as I suggest they flip a coin, showing them the quarter Samantha gave me for luck.
Tommy looks at me, his eyes wide with surprise, and asks, "Ms. Breen, do you really think a coin can decide something so important?"
I smile gently and reply, "Sometimes it's not about the coin, but about finding a way to agree and move forward together."
Lisa nods thoughtfully, adding, "I guess if it worked for you, it might just work for us too."
Tommy crosses his arms and scowls at the quarter in my hand.
"Lisa always gets her way," he mutters.
I notice his fists clenched under the desk, reminding me of aggressive dogs I've encountered.
Lisa retorts by pulling their project folder closer to her side, causing Tommy to huff.
The other students turn to watch the drama unfold.
Holding the coin steady, I explain how I learned to share toys as a therapy dog.
Just as I'm about to flip it, Tommy kicks his chair back abruptly.
Mandy, who was napping under my desk, yelps in surprise.
The room falls silent as I calmly place the coin on the desk, waiting for Tommy to decide his next move.
While I'm helping Tommy and Lisa resolve their conflict, a shrill ring pierces my sensitive ears.
The fire alarm's harsh sound makes me wince and flatten against the wall, an old instinct from my dog days.
The piercing noise continues, and I see students looking at me with uncertainty.
I shake off my initial panic, remembering Samantha's emergency drill training.
Standing tall, I direct the students to line up by the door, counting heads as they move.
The acrid smell of smoke drifts in from somewhere in the building.