Your brain is still running diagnostic tests of old and new nerve endings. Some tingles of sensualness while others are dull and odd feeling which had no barring in human form.
The big Red Minotaur stands by petting and checking your transferation from human to bovine. "I say, some of you fella's are big suckers! The wife keeps drinking those Pleasure Island's nutrient drinks, they keep her hormones high and the minotaurs and bulls a coming. I take good care of you, don't you worry about that! A fine and full bovine existence will be yours to experiance once you get to our farm." tells the Big Red.
His words play across changing ingrahms of the human and beastly mind. Some sink in and offer pleasured thoughts to surface as other bring intense fear and a horrid feeling to dread.
The summer's sun is hot across your black hairy back and with it's intense warmth cooking your longer spine a screne calm clouds those faded worries of personal loss.
As minutes turn to hours you begin to experiance the first passions of male bovine form. Snorting, pawing the earth you are having desires to dominate over all in this new enviorment.
With the coming of night you are folded down to lay on the ground awaiting the sleep which will not tonight ever come. The lumbering sound of a truck in low gear comes along the service road, only to stop next to your holding pen. A man comes out and greets Big Red and then his lovely wife. Its then you realize that for you this trip will be long and with company. Until now you had only your thoughts and feelings to consider but the man brings from other pens more bulls like you and loads the truck.