Jo-Lynne Shane was 47 years old and fed up with her current life. She had always been fascinated by the idea to become a domestic animal. Since the transformation technology had be developed her fantasy could become reality. So she decided to take part at the Farmland Regeneration Program on a voluntary basis. She had been thinking about it for months before she finally decided to go to the Regeneration Centre this morning. She knew there will be no way back as soon as she had signed the contract.
In preparation she had studied in detail the living conditions on modern farms. Gradually, her image of Old Macdonald's farm had made way for a clear vision of modern farming. Her study had included animal husbandry, slaughter practices and market developments. One could, by all means, call her an expert in farming. But most surprising was, that all this had not tuned down her interest in being a domestic animal. Many people would probably have been shocked by conditions in modern sties or the way animals were slaughtered for meat. Jo-Lynne was not. Instead, she found the idea chillingly arousing. Deep inside she suspected that it was not even so much the idea of being an animal that attracted her. It was probably even more the idea of being not much more than an object. This feeling of helpless, foreign determination was deeply alluring. Hence, she had made her way into the Centre today. What had made it somewhat easier for her that, being recently divorced, she had no partner she had to leave behind. The day before she enjoyed her last day as human. Despite her age she was still an attractive woman. She went out, get drunk and enjoyed her last night with a young man she picked up. Now she was ready for something new. Ready to become a domestic animal. Ready to become the property of someone else who want to make profit with her.
"Good morning, what can I do for you?" Dr Simon greeted her in a neutral voice, surpressing his curiosity. "Good morning, I am here to volunteer. Are there any free slots as a ..."