A stabbing pain tears through your crotch. You double over and grab your genitals, feeling them twist and shift between your fingers. The pain is like your dick is being impaled from the inside while everything else is getting twisted around both inside and out. They never told you this process was going to HURT. Is this what it's like for everyone, or is it more like a goodbye present from the people running this place? The pain subsides a little, and you take your hands away to find your manhood unrecognizable: just one big patch of skin fused with your belly which is already starting to grow fur. You pad yourself down and start clutching at your new arrangement, massaging something bony deep inside it, gradually rubbing some of the soreness out of your altered flesh. You soon see the tip of something bright red poking out from the front end of your furry cream-colored sheath, looking nothing like any part of the human dick you took for granted. You start to wonder if this was such a good idea.
A bubbling heat starts building up inside your torso, and soon your hands have moved up toward your abdomen to try to soothe the aches and gurgles emanating from inside there. It feels like your guts are getting tied in knots and drenched in acid. "I'm burning up!" you yell to those around you. They say silent and simply stand there staring sternly at your agony. Your heartbeat stops and then restarts in your chest, and your lungs scream for more air even after your panting harder than an Olympic athlete. You wonder if maybe the prison is just killing you, only to cover up your unofficial execution as a botched species reassignment. At last, your digestive system jettisons everything it can get rid of, and your asshole bursts into explosive diarrhea involuntarily. Your forced to see the barely digested content of your "last meal" (well, your last human meal, anyway) as everything you ate and drank comes splattering back out of your mouth onto the floor. If you do manage to survive this and get the new body you applied for, you'll have to find your own coyote food to fuel it from the start.
The inward pain of your organs finally subsides, but the ache in your cheeks and jaw is just getting started. You moan and grab your face as it starts to inch forward in short bursts, with terrifying pops each time it gains another surge of length and suspenseful creaks before it does so. Everything around you starts to smell: every garment, every person, every bit of metal on every weapon, every part of your own body. You finally just zone out and breathe slowly through your moistening nostrils, trying to catch your breath from what you've gone through so far without going crazy from the onslaught of odors you're being bombarded with. You don't even get much time to calm down though before your back starts to ache... BAD. You scream, and it even comes out as a canine sounding howl, when your back becomes to much to withstand. Even your pelvis is burning, begging you to take the weight of your upper body off of it. You drop yourself to all fours, and then you tumble over on your side, too weak to hold yourself up at all. Soon your covered up in a fetal position, moaning under the emotionless stare of the guards.