John had dropped some horn shavings from male domestic sheep before chugging down the glass of strange green bubbling liquid. He put the glass back on the counter as he swapped away the excess from his mouth.
"that strangely tastes like lime soda," he says with a Belch as the old man smiles with anticipation.
"Great job, my boy; I can believe you drank it all in one sitting, bits and all. You really much want to do this, do this." the old man said, knowing that the willing ones are always the most compelling cases.
"Yeah, I've wanted this for my whole life. To have that simple life is a dream come true...well, as long as I don't end up on the butcher's table, but it's a risk, right?" he said as he goes to take off his jacket to see if anything has grow in yet. Sure, death was a risk for any farm animal, they are made to be served to humans after all.
"My boy, you're likely going to easily become a favored member of any flock, be it a brave Guardian, grower of the best wool, and possibly a potent breeder with a long life span for a ram. Every ranger would want a ram-like you in their flook, " the old man explained as he watched John smile with glee at the thought of becoming a ram and being one of the best rams possible.
John started imagining what he would look like as a Ram, roaming a big open field of the farmlands, feeding off the land, fending off preditors who want to harm the flock, getting his wool fur sheared off his body to be used for clothing. Never having to deal with buying new clothing, taxes, annoying co-worker, none of that. Just you bare naked to the world as he eats grass and feed, drink out of the river and shit and piss where ever you please.
"well, guess the potion is taking hold." the old man interrupted his fantasy as he opened his eyes to see something partially blocking his vision. He put his hand up his face to feel it flatter and wet; another surprise was the fingernails on his hand were hardening as they were darkening before his eyes.
"you are on your way to goathood, son!" as he held up a mirror to johns face.
John could see that his eyes were becoming virtual slants, his ears were growing to points, and something was growing in the back of his head, the beginnings of horns? The ends of John's hair were turning white as he suddenly started to feel a little warmer. John strips off his shirt to see that John had gained a lot of body hair; the new hair was already growing thick and fluffy while his old hair whittens. He ran a finger down his new soft treasure trove, following it down his belly and nearly into his pants until the old man cleared his throat.
"let's save that for later; now that you starting to change, let's think of what we can do to help it along." the old man commented as they began brainstorming.