“This, it’s not a dream, what I am, this is real!” Kyle had a thought, as the adventure idea began to fade and reality of his becoming an animal soon began to assert a drastic lot of changes to his way of life.
Thoughts for the moment returned, of Mary and her asking for help, I was as willing to be of help to most anybody. Mary, she was such a good friend to my sister. Terry, she was a fun loving sister and when Mary came to our house, the two of them were great fun to have around.
Mary was kind but a fruit cake, she loved to imagine things as you knew could never be real; except like what she did to me. At first her brash act of shoving that unholy vial into my mouth and then to suggest of when I would so change, I would be for her as a horny satyr. She did not really like me for what I was, but wanted to use me, use my body as a plaything for her simple pleasures.
So what if I had stayed, what then, but I didn’t, became scared, I turned coward and jumped on my bicycle and peddled like the devil itself was chasing after me. It was because I fled that now, here I am mostly changed, as transforming.
Transform is but a word, yet of what it portrays, as suggests of evil powers at work, and they against all what was sets in place a new set of perspectives. Yes, both physical transforming and mental changes maybe, as what then, my head, it is shrinking, becoming the head of a goat.
Huh, me a goat, did I ever want for it, as ever imagine me as what I am now?
No, as what I wanted was to find a girl I could love, as cherish, we would marry and do as did my parents, have a loving family to enjoy for…
No, that is all a dream what cannot become as a reality. Mary has seen to force this situation upon me, she did not ask, but assumed to beckon me as a male to do her will, to kowtow, accept and want to become for her as a toy for her lusty desires.
So then, here I am, as this is the new me, and what of it?
What is my plan for living, can a goat plan at all?
I stand then as on all fours, though not fully transformed, but that is an undeniable fact about my future. As my future is in jeopardy, as of becoming an animal, me a goat and as a buck male goat, my one reason for existing is to mate, impregnate, increase the size of a herd.
I cannot aspire for anything other than to be a hardy animal, as mate, breeding but not through any thoughts of love or cherishing of a companion. To mate as I shall be soon, is… lust driven instinct without love, and as a brutal act. I think the acting as a brute male animal builds in me a sense of fear, fears about my future, and fears of me being as property!
Hey there funny boy, as remember the civil war, the fight to free men from being bought and sold as if property?
So what of this now, a vial, a serum, was it by magic or made through science, but it has brought Mary down, and me too, we are as animals, an item of property, I am making a choice for my future, as of being owned by John Killingsworth, he a farm owner, and me then as an animal residing at his farm; but for how long?
Long, a length of measure, as was the Biblical promise for mankind, what did it read, three score and ten, seventy years of lifetime. As woe unto me, what Mary did was to shorted my legs and decrease any promise of life, as leaving me and my lifetime decided by the wills of owners!
I can see the big sign what announces the entrance to the farm. It looked big when we would drive past it on the way to town and shopping.
Shopping as going with mom to the grocery store or to the shopping mall, as any of that, and her mom, and dad, my sister too, I have left them, and what they knew about me has ceased to exist.
“Naa…,” I am but an animal, and soon then my arms, my hands, they shall be, be nothing, as from all my scampered dashing, running, as somewhere along my traveling to join the farm, there too I did change.
So it over, I have transformed, at least physically, I am a dark brown furry buck goat. I can still remember as think, wanting to help anybody who would ask, but how do goats ask for anything, but to cry that "Naa" is but a bleated tone without any direct meaning, oh Mary what have you done to me!