She smiled. "I would like that. The simplicity of the life of a sheep, the lack of obligations. Just eat grass and hold still while they're shearing you. But there is one thing. . ."
"What is it?" said her husband, barely able to hold back his anticipation.
She stroked his nose, which had broadened to the point where it looked like something between a human's and a sheep's. "I want to mount you. I want to hear my ewe bleating under me. I want to see you heavy with a lamb inside you and know that I put it there. If I'm going to be a sheep, I'm going to be the ram."
"Oh Gawwwd" bleated her husband, his hands without thinking going to stroke his new genitals "That would be- e-e the best."