I thought to ask of a professor friend as his field was in genetics. He taught at our local community college, although not a definative background in genetics, he knew a lot of general facts.
Tood Wells came to Kevin's house and saw Cindy as we had her sedated by then which allowed us to at least get close. I watched as Todd checked Cindy over physically and then began to take measurements.
His questions of me were to say the least a little forward. Asking if some buck goat had mated with Joan and produced the girl as she was I had to deny as being fact. He then thought that it kevin had knocked up some nanny goat and to that I replied with a direct and definate, "No!"
He then looked at me and expected to be informed of just how her bodily form got the way it did. Todd took blood samples and when leaving he wanted me to come to his lab in the morning.
Seated in his office at the college lab Todd paced the floor as if what he had to say was something to terrible to speak of!
"Your niece is presently being transformed from her D.N.A. pattern outward to a male goat! If this is not strange enough, his readings suggested she was struggling with the loss, and losing too!" told Todd.
Now another knows of the glasses and the troublesome things that they can make happen. He told me that Cindy had less than a week before the transition from human female to very male goat would be complete. At that time she would slip from her human awareness into a dulling of mental faculties where the beastly mindset and instincts would define her every move.
I returned to Joan and was about to suggest we look for a nice goat farm for Cindy, when she told me of her questioning the spirit which governed the specticles.
Suggesting to us that with Cindy sedated into a calm sense of assurance, and then using the glasses on her face we might get to where she tripped over the goat back in history and divert her fall.
This seemed our only chance as she was when awake pleading to be released for having a release.
Doing as the spirit said we took Cindy to the gazebo and stood her up with the glasses perched on her still cute human nose. Joan looked into the glasses from one side as I looked from the other. We worked the scenes along till we thought that everything seemed right.
It was at the moment she fell forward that I reached into the scene and held her above the billy goat. He ran now under her and went his merry way. Cindy this time was still all human and as we drew her back up the animal parts of her vanished.
Joan sat her down and removed the glasses handing them to me. I poked them into my shirt pocket and also knelt down to comfort Cindy and Joan.
Cindy remembered nothing of her wierd situation. All would have been just fine except that Connie who had been raped by Cindy when still part billy goat was now quite pregnant from the experience.
A busy week and I returned home to my very quiet bachler pad.
Seated at my desk I took out from my pocket what I thought were my reading glasses only to be suddenly looking through those magical specticles which personify both future and the past.