Greg was leading the pack of naked youth down the dirt road toward the highway. He climbed the gate and stepped on to the asphalt. Then he stumbled through a thicket in the middle of the woods. He felt sick to his stomach. He dropped to all fours. He heard others screaming as they too were teleported to other parts of the forest. His head felt strangely heavy. He forced his neck upright and he stood straight up. He felt something locking him in place. He struggled to move, but something was holding his head. He reached up and discovered that he now had a huge rack of antlers growing out of his head.
He totally freaked. The more he struggled the more his antlers became entangled with the low hanging tree branches. He was thrashing and screaming.
Chad stumbled down the slope to where Greg was struggling. He hissed, "Shut up! Greg, shut up! They'll hear us and find us!"
"I've got horns! I've got horns!"
"Shut up!" Chad said covering Greg's mouth with hand. "And their antlers, not horns. Ew, when was the last time you bathed, Bambi! You reek of deer musk. And if you'll stop thrashing about, I'll help you out, but keep quiet, or your head will end up mounted over the fireplace, and I'll be a friggin' bareskin rug!"
Greg nodded as best he could. Chad took his hand off Greg's mouth, and reached up to begin extracting the antlers and branches from each other.
"You're not the only one with animal features, Greg. Just before Rob hopped the fence and vanished, he had grown a fox tail. And I swear Matt was sprouted fur all over, and Don had feathers."
Greg took a breath. And whispered, "Sorry, I'm just so hot, angry, horny, I don't know."
"Relax, and slowly squat down, I'll get the last of the branches out."
Chad moved around in front of Greg. A fine velvety fur was now covering Greg's naked body. As his antlers were extracted from the low branches, his nose slid down Chad's torso to the smooth bulge where his manhood had once been. Greg inhaled and stared, he was fascinated by Chad's neutered state. He licked his lips.