Stephen got to his feet, naked as a jaybird, he walked out the door and followed the nurse to experiment laboratory number two. Sullen and sad about his letter and chosen for the Hereford breed to be and live as do bulls, he had thoughts of trying to run.
The nurse walked past the two swing hedged doors leading into the laboratory room where so many had gone before.
Stephen paused for a moment, thinking, wishing and trying to fort a plan to stop this from happening to him.
"Go on Stephen, its not all that terrible, I did not mind it!" a voice he had heard many a time when at school, it was Becky Adams, the girl voted most popular two years running. She was wild and willing, making it with any real stud at school; and now there she stood, partially a Hereford cow!
Stephen looked at her, she standing then in all her naked beauty, but being not of soft and fair skin as he had seen her at school.
Becky stood petting her puckered breasts, and running a white hairy hand along and down about her red and white hair colored flanks. She was still a hot number, flagging her new cow tail and rotating her hips as she walked. One alluring female now a cow morph, but then Stephen took note of her temples.
There bumped out from under the skin were the beginning of horn buds, a sure sign she would in due time change fully into a Hereford cow.
"You like being a cow," asked Stephen, his right hand reaching forward and up to touch the budding horns on Becky's semi-bovine shaped head.
Becky then felt them, taking note of what till then she had overlooked and thought little of her bigger future. The wild and extreme sensations from her transforming partially to a Hereford cow had her thinking this as some fantasy thrill, and not as something permanent.
She felt the touch of something she heard about was the advance notice of a morph soon to become a full animal. Becky winced feeling Stephen touch the side of her head, as suddenly the realization sunk in and she knew her real fate.
"Stephen, Steve, when you, when we are both cattle, be gentle with me, I could have, would have wished us to be friends!" Becky seemed as much to plead as ask for her soon to be bull lover, beckoning of him to remember her in a different light.
Stephen looked into her eyes, they welling with tears from her horror. He began to say something, as much readily to assure Becky of his coming to her in a mild and considerate way.
"Get real, he is soon to be a Hereford bull, and being as a bull he will rut his cows as they should be, mounting, humping, and doing what his bestial instincts shall demand!" A harsh voice spoke, pronouncing upon the two young people the reality of what it is to be as cattle.
Becky found herself ushered off down the hallway to where in a crude stall she would have the time to see her human beauty fade into something very bovine.
Stephen walked past the laboratory doors, his head hung low to a bare chest, arms stiffly at his sides, he shuffled into the chilly room.
"Ignore your silly human platitudes, soon my young friend the life and sensuality of becoming a bull shall be your only true thrill!" It was the voice on one evil looking doctor, he wearing a surgical mask, as if a thief about to steal from Stephen his humanity.