You try to hold on to your human thoughts, but rooster thoughts are breaking through like wildfire. You are getting a tremendous headache from the strain. You have to do something, but you can't even move due to the effort it takes to just keep one more human memory from swiching to that of a roosters.
You finally come to the conclusion that you can't fight the rooster mind. But you don't want to give up your humanity either - or do you? It's bcoming harder to remember why you are struggling so much, why the human memories are so important. You were born a roostermorph, after all. Your parents were a rooster and a hen. You remember your brothers and sisters as chickens as well.
In fact, now that you think of it, it seems very odd you should have any human memories at all - and finally you don't.
You stare in the mirror at yourself and pose a little "I'm a fine looking rooster." you say, and mean it. You can't remember why you went into this room, but you shrug it off. Can't have been important.
You rub again at the bulge in your pants, feeling the pleasure that it gives rush through you. You remember something about rubbing before, and figure you came here to be alone. Now, however, you want to mate. You had crowed loudly before, and you wonder if anyone heard you. You hope someone did and will be comming soon. You hear creaking on the steps and the door starts to open. You turn in anticipation.