"Hey there, you there Buster, as I do not recall of owning a ram, so where did you come from; as I lease them during mating season. Well then, as Buster would be a good name for a Ram, you are christened as Buster, the Ram sheep of the Gilkey ranch!" A gray haired elderly man said, he being Mr. Ralph Gilkey.
John by then was mentally beyond caring as to what of any name he should bear; especially since he was not sure of how then to return becoming again a human; or if he would want to be ever again as a human. John decided as well to adhering, being the sticker he had placed upon his chest became a part of his anatomy. It stayed stuck in place during the whole elapsed time of his transformation. As such the sticker became entrapped by the newly grown pelt of sheep wool, remaining glued in place, buried by entangled wool hairs, that he accepted his new name Buster along with his title as a herd sire.
If ever during his life he had foolishly got himself into a troublesome situation, then his becoming a ram sheep had to be the worst decision yet!
As had the old man looked at a Ram he did not remember of owning, John being then a mature, grown Suffolk ram sheep decided to play his part of a masculine Ram.
"Baa...," did Buster greet his owned, as he thinking his being as owned property, an animal though was then, that the civil war fought to free men from slavery held no meaning for a fool like him.
Trotting along behind his chosen herd, the smell of sheep enticed his nostrils to begin preferring them as virtual companions. Baaing ewes were his new friends and he for all intent was their male counterpart, knowing of lust and no real sense of personal love. John then became as Buster, and nothing more than to live his demeaned existence being a male animal used to mate, breeding, and enlarge the numbered units of his sheep herd.
Buster began his new life by deciding to mingle, he joining the Gilkey sheep herd, and felt generous, as mating he needed to breed with hundreds of woolly females. His sense of belonging became one reason for accepting his male role, as soon he would meet a lurid minded woman, namely Karla, the wife of a farm ranch-hand. As if the need of ewes there making up his sheep herd were enough for keeping his cock and balls busy; Buster became the fondled pet appreciated by Karla.