"Miss Jane, can we talk?" asked Sybil Prince Daniel's birthing Mother.
Miss Jane was had at work editing her up and coming end of fiscal year report to her stockholders.
"By all means please come in!" responded Miss Jane.
Sybil sat down across from Jane's desk crossing her legs she took a large breath and began. "I've been doing some thinking, since Daniel has mentally degressed to your common bred stallion there isn't much reason for me to contimue staying here about. I think its time for this ole' lady to return home and find comforts with relatives and old friends."
Miss Jane sat back in her swivel chair as she folded her hands and closer her eyes. She then took a deep breath and began to explain what someday she knew would be needed to tell.
"If I might suggest it could become a mistake to return to the USA and take up residence at or near the homestead. I have taken as they say you under my wing! In very much fact it is I that outright protects you from those working for Professor Beaker. He would in a moment have you injected and sent to God knows where and as only Prof. Beaker would dare say where. He has sent me different serum vials with the intent of strong arming me into injecting you and have the only outside the company person silenced. He is worried that with your present DNA if some official were to check they could still track down the whereabouts of Daniel. His plan was to make you a mare or maybe a cow and thus stop and communications. I asked him one day why he might not just want to have you murdered? His response was predictable, he wanted to see you suffer as the transition occured!" told Miss Jane to a wide eyed Sybil.
"Then I can never leave here whether human or a mare!" replied Sybil choking back tears.
"Im sorry but that's the way it is, you stay here as Daniel's natural mother or take the chance that Professor Beaker doesn't issue the order to have you injected!" said Miss Jane.
Sybil stood up and walked over to the window and looked out over the wide spread of green pastures. Miss jane watched and wondered what Sybil was thinking as she stood there quiet for a couple of long minutes.
At last Sybil turned to face Miss Jane, "Do you have any of the age regenerative formula to make me a young mare?" asked Sybil.
Miss Jane just about flipped over backwards in her chair.
"You kidding!" said Miss Jane.
"No! Why should I then not have for myself a true form of freedom rather than be around here waiting to be caged away? Think for a moment, what if something happened to you, what would the Professor do then? No, I'm quite serious! I have watched my son with his mare long enough and since he can't remember me as his Mother he might find a love for me as his mare!" suggested Sybil.
"Do you prefer to be a mare for Daniel, or would you like to be a prize Arabian stallion with a stud of your very own?" asked Miss Jane as now it was Sybil's time to almost fall over.
Sybil stood wide eyed and mouth open, "Say what?"
"No, we have now a special formula that makes the transfer of genus and gender in one major jump. A woman would become a horse but as an Arabian stallion not a mare!" said Miss Jane.
Sybil plopped down in the chair and folding her hands sat there thinking.