"Come my friend a new life awaits you, said Zolton."
I got up and walked with his rope around my neck. Terror filled my every thought as I realized that somehow I've become a large male sheep. A ram, black in color and thick with wool. I walk and feel the sway of body and balls.
I stand being groomed and touched by many gypsy men. Each takes due notice of my large balls and give them a squeeze.
I stand a ram in body but minute by minute human thoughts wane and lust and hunger of the sheep comes over me. I see my head drop and nibble grass and weeds. Dandylions seem to be my favorite food.
Walked to join the herd of sheep traveling with the caravan I get my first scent of ewes in heat.