Mason Dixson had called Mr. Hopper about his strange condition and asked to be checked out by one of the Foundation's doctors.
Once inside the main Hospital Mason was sent to a room in the subfloor area. A clean white hallway he was led to a room with an exam table, a bed, a chair, and a wash basin.
Mr. Hopper soon came in with a dark faced man in a white lab coat. Mason was asked to strip and lay on the exam table. The cool cotton sheet gave a calming to a big man who never had displayed himself like this before.
The Doctor talked mostly to Mr. Hopper as he then ordered three injections into the sprouting appendage and each buttock. Needless to say Mason didn't like the pain it started and tried to rise off the table.
A quick move by the Doctor and a cotton wadding filled with chloriform
sent Mason into a deep sleep.
As he awoke he was eagle spead over a large wood planked table. Naked mason layed there strapped down and unable to move. A pair of lab tech's worked by a table filled with bottles. While in one corner of the room sat Mr. Hopper, his hands folded and waiting for Mason to ask a question.
"Hopper why the Hell am I strapped to this wood table?" asked Mason.
Mr. Hopper walked close to the table and looking at the two techs motioned for them to start their working. "Mason you are as your sons' have been infected by our D.N.A. Flux. This works on the body making it reshape the subject to a recent hormone injection or contact with some animal. As Andrew had come in contact with cattle hormones last summer at the feed lot here, he now lives a new life as one of the nicest Brahma bulls I've ever seen. Then of course Bret and Jason had been to see their friends sheep farm just about the time the creek recieved an escaping batch of the Flux. Now they too are in the pasture as fine hardy rams mounting the females much as Andrew does with his cows."
"Your crazy Hopper this is not possible, you let me up and I'll arange your face....." A short injection stops Mason from his rage, now he can watch but not move or make more than a groan.
Mr. Hopper stands to one side the table as the techs are busy preparing more injections. "Mason you and your total family will become as subjects in this experiment. Over the next few weeks your reported death will become a part of history while you change into a new and exciting lifestyle. The D.N.A. hormones which we see in our blood tests show those of the Belgian draft horses you owned and used for the fall hay rides. The appendage which you now sport is the start to a fine full tail of such an animal."
Mason groaned and tried to move a little.
"Calm yourself Mason, even if you got up and left here now the injections recieved thus far would in time make the equine change come to pass. We here will bring the change around in just three weeks. This experiment which you shall learn to enjoy will be a time of delight as you reflect back when and if you can! Just think as one of those strong black Belgian's you can run free and wild in the pasture. I will make sure that we make or buy you some mares for mounting and look forward to see the kind of foals you sire. It will be the best time of your life Mason Dixson, and I think we will keep the name Mason on your stall door too!" said Hopper with a smile.
A groan as a tech man presses a small branding iron to mason's thigh. Number 101902 is now the property of the Foundation.