"...chimpanzee, they're so hard to come by. So thanks, I guess. I'll
reward you in bananas later." You scoff at this statement. "Old man,
what are you talking abooook ook eek!" He grins. "Ah, it's working
quite rapidly. Probably due to the genetic similarity." Your face
stretches a bit, leaving you with a wrinkly, big-lipped face. You try
to voice your protest but all you manage is high-pitched ooks - the
pitch probably caused by the fact that you seem to be getting a bit
shorter, clothes slowly slumping. You look at your rather dextrous
hands, from which thick brown hair begins to sprout, rapidly
spreading all across your body. The man patpats you on the head, "Now
don't worry, the difference is minimal. You had all the wit of an ape
anyhow." You wriggle your toes, trying to get them out of your shoes
as they are now way too cramped for your hand-feet. You try to make
for the door, dragging yourself along on your hands in a somewhat
hunched stance, but he rapidly closes and locks the door. "I don't
think so, my simian subject. You're staying right here." You turn
your attention to the next thing that bothers you, and kick off your
oversized clothing that you keep tripping over; you're almost half
the man's height now. Suddenly he picks you up and before you know it
he has thrown you into a cage made of iron bars, locking it tightly
with a large key. You shake and cling to the bars with hands and
feet, trying to find a way out, but he ignores your ooking and eeking
and leaves the room.