Chad notice grey-brown hairs erupting from his smooth skin. He was turning into some sort of beast. His hands and feet clenched in agony. He could feel his bones snapping, fusing and shifting. Damn, his hands and feet were becoming hooves. He tried helplessly to open his locker to get some clothing. He heard some snickering from nearby. Damn, he'd been pranked.
Chad tried to stand, but kept falling over. After four or five attempts, he accepted his situation, and got on all fours and trotted toward the end of the row of lockers to catch the guy(s) who did this to him. His tits were feeling so sensitive with each step his hooved limbs took. Damn, he had at least six of them now. The horns had grown into antlers and now rubbed against the locker doors. He moved more to the center of the aisle. He seemed to be getting heavier too. He was becoming a buck, he thought.
He turned the corner, and thrust his snout into Leif's crotch. Leif reached down and tousled the fur between Chad's antlers.
"Chad, Donner's going to love you," Leif said.
Donner? Oh, fuck, Chad was a reindeer. Leif's family had a reindeer farm. Chad took a step back. He recalled that during the season, the coach had put the team on a diet of reindeer milk, and venison. He had a bad feeling about the barbecue next week.
Leif laughed.
Chad let out a bellow of pain, as his manhood/buckhood seemed to be crushing itself and burrowing back into his now furry flesh.
"You're going to make one fine Vixen, Chad. Better anesthetize you now. This part really hurts."
Tears welled in Chad's eyes. He made a mooing sound. The syringe penetrated his flank. The pain faded, and sleep swallowed his mind.