Slowly you open your eyes as the sights meet those sounds and a circus atmosphere surrounds you.
A groaning issues from your mouth as one sits up eyes open and head turns to look at where you are.
"A circus?" you ask but the words pulse in your head but not a sound comes out the mouth.
"Yes the perfect place for you! You can live here unfettered by the laws of the land, and having every need tended to by those working around you. Your need for money is nil, handsome are you, bold of body and form, galant we will have to wait on if the time is right this too may surface. Your the wild heart throb of girls, women, and females from every part of life. Strong, agile, younger than you were a verile male of three years in age. Your mind is both wise and is far more intelligent than any of those around you! A longer lifespan was your last part of a large wish and this too is granted! Now look about a give praise to Circe for her granting your wish through Tiri, Genie of the Orange Dijinn." says the Genie in your head.
Straining a those ropes that bind you down they begin to twist an one by one pop loose. Rolling to one side you are up and standing but much seems very different if not plain wrong.
As if to scream your fears and the nervous feeling out in one great exhaled yell, the sound echo's about and it's not what you expected to hear.
"MUURRRRAAH !" is the sound you hear.
"Boinker is awake and up!" yells a man as men scurry about.
You turn your heavy head and gaze about as the circus and all around you are lack of color, like watching an old black and white Tv. A step forward give the realization of what you are not, your not human anymore!
"Genie Tiri, what the hell did you do to me?" one asked to know.
"Congratulations my friend, you are famous here for your cunning and strength, the verile way you walk as females of all kinds dream of having you pleasure them if only in their dreams! Your a rodeo bull for those without fear to ride and for you to buck off. The best of the best as a bull you are as this guaranties of a longer than normal life for a bull. You with your human thoughts and learned memories is cunning, wise, and far wiser than any of the other bulls and cows which are around you in the pens." chides the Genie Tiri.
A hearty snort of discomfort as the feeling of flies crawling on your body, butt, and lower things brings on disgust in this beast you must live the life thereof!
Shaking the great head, flopping long ears and a heavy boney tail swats and slaps about your rear.
"MUURRRAH !" you bellow out a thought.
"Why, if I'm so bright and wise can I not talk and speak as a man?" you ask feeling apprehension about not talking as you long since learned.
"Oh no, no your a bull as far as the men around you know! A beast of cunning and strength that they as weaker and puny of size wish to put their luck and skill as a ride makes them money. You now have no need for money, your cares and wants are very simple. Food, water, and an occasional romp with some loving cow is all you will want till the day you die!" says the Genie as you almost burst out into tears.
Plodding about you are now alone in this pen made of steel pipes and bound together by wires. A glubbing drink from a water trough covered in old spit of some other animals mouth. Turning round and round till with the slipping down of hind legs you flop onto the cool ground with a grunt.
The fear of what you feel at that moment is being quelled by the odd desires one feels as a bull. Your mouth now watered as a strange action brings up the half chewed eatings of some time in the past. You chew the cud absent of mind as if the action is done without using an ounce of thought.
Time slips by and the cud chewing seems to wane away the cares and fears of finding yourself a bull in some circus rodeo scene. it isn't until the screaming din of noise from the crowd of thousands in the stands warns you of a fight for your life is coming very soon.