James shook his head, feeling dazed and confused. He dimly remembered agreeing to strip and climb in this cage - why? Now that the circus vehicles were moving again, there was nobody to ask. The giraffe and her baby stared at him. She was laying down, the container far too small for her to stand up.
He stood, having to brace himself against the side to keep from falling in the swaying cage. the terrain looked different again, but still not familiar. His mind was still thick, and he scratched himself absently as he watched the countryside pass by. Something seemed odd, and he looked down. Still naked, but now there was a light covering of dark hair over his entire body, and his legs seemed shorter and slightly bowed. And his feet had longer toes. James struggled against the thickness of thought, knowing something was very wrong, but not quite able to pull things together in his head. He had been driving a car... where? Why? Why had he left it? Wearing clothing.
The truck bounced and James grabbed the bars with both black, thick-fingered hands, grunting. Those were not his hands! He had seen hands like that before. On TV. Big apes, gorillas had wrinkled, thick hands like this. He grunted again in surprise and looked down again. What had been thin covering of hair was thickening into something like fur, and his penis and testicles were smaller and much darker, nearly black.
The bouncing stopped as the circus caravan came to a halt, and one of the men form the truck came back to grin at him. "Oh, yes. A fine gorilla. You'll be all done by the time we get to the setup point. And after that, you'll be a gears ape for the rest of your life!"