Ah, coyotes. Such a graceful and resilient desert animal. Or at least, you've always thought of them that way. Of course, honest people back in your old country thought of them quite differently. Most people were poor, and even in what you might call suburbs, many people lived in cramped shacks and used part of whatever space they had to raise chickens or other small animals, for whatever food and money they could obtain by doing so. Coyotes and other wild predators could easily spell starvation for a family near their habitat. Such beasts were menaces to be shot. Come to think of it, the police thought the same way about low-level drug dealers--especially those from cartels that weren't paying enough bribes to the local sheriff. Anyway, if the choice is between supermax and coyote-hood, you think you can probably do well enough as a coyote. You were dangerous enough to survive and thrive for years as a human criminal. Why not try your hand with a fresh start as something else?
You have a smirk and a swagger as you stroll into the injection room, almost looking like your old self again. The armed guards don't seem phased by your ability to slip out of their grasp legally using species reassignment. They simply seem stern. But then, they always seem stern. A few days from now, they'll still be here guarding people who might as well be dead in a stone fortress that might as well be a mausoleum, but you'll already be king of the wild just like you were the king of white powder. You always swore that no prison could hold you, but you have to admit that this one came the closest.
The needle goes in, and everyone steps back. Guns are pointed at you from every direction in case you try any funny business. The blank looks are ominous, and no one says a word. You don't even bother cracking a joke with them, because you think you think your victory, such as it is, goes without saying. You take one last look at your naked human body, admiring your sexy complexion and your toned middle-aged figure. It is a rather high price to pay, but maybe your new life and body will be worth it. Something about the coldly professional demeanor of the staff today, even more than usual, makes you wonder whether they agree you're going to get the last laugh.
Maybe that's what it is. You hope they haven't found a way to go back on their agreement or turn this against you somehow. You've already been injected with something, so there's nothing for anybody to do but wait and see.