Mason would awake from his dreamy state off and on during each day. Still unable to move an in either way he might only lift his head to see his chest and toes.
The Orderly's voice was calm when he spoke and this made Mason's thoughts remain very controlled. Time after time Mason would awake only to be lulled back to sleep. As days passed to unknown weeks the sleepy state he was in helped the Flux to soften his resolve about being in and joining the animal world.
"Mason, Mason Andrew Dixson, wake big fellow it's time to sit up," said a remembered voice. The call to awake and sit up suggested the need to obey. Mason struggled to his senses and wiggled all over as he again had free movement of his body and limbs.
Slowly he tried to sit up on the exam table. The feeling of someone pushing at his back to aid the movement. At last he sat up, his arms draped in front of him as he shook his head to clear weeks of cobwebs from the thought process.
Opening his eyes the world was fuzzy and not clear to his view. Taking a deep breath and then two more his mind cleared as did the sight only to see the smiling face of Mr. Hopper and two big strong Orderly types.
"Good morning Mason," said Hopper.
An Orderly stepped close and took a warm wet towel and cleaned the sleep from Mason's face and eyes.
"I'm sure that makes us feel better, good morning again Mason can you still understand me today?" asked Hopper.
Mason tried to utter a word only to mumble and sigh, while he tried to keep the vision of Mr. Hopper clear in his sight.
"I insisted that my good friend be wakened and allowed to gain knowledge of his changed life and body. Indeed my friend it has been nine weeks since you came here for a checkup. As of today I thought it good for you to realise the changes made thus far to guide your thoughts. This will help you to learn about our work, and Obey!
See here my friend the changes we have accomplished! Raise your right arm Mason, ahh yes it feels different and it should. The arm which worked your farm machinery now has become a sturdy front leg of the horse you shall become. Note the tight muscles and tendons flex the appendage, ahh good it know doubt offers a feeling of bold strength. Here to the fetlocks which were once a wrist, now they guide the moving and placement of this fine hard hoof."
Mason oggled the leg and strained to keep his vision clear but try as he did the focus was set at one range only.
At the wave of Hopper's hand an Orderly holds up in front of Mason a large hand held mirror. "I see the focus of your eyes is now set and you can only see a preset distance now. This is normal for any horse, you need to work around this with the increased senses of smell and hearing. See in the mirror what I mean, note the long face and muzzle made of hard bone andcovered so beautiful in black hide and hair. You have the face not unlike that of Morgan the stallion stud Belgian you owned."
Mason turned to quickly look at Hopper at the phrase word, owned!
"Oh I see you think you still own Morgan and Betty the two Belgian drafts that work the farm and pull the rides in Fall. Well my friend owned is correct, you can't own a farm or those animals anymore! Laughing, Mason you are so very soon to join them as an animal, and horse don't own anything except their mate. As again please note your head, neck and shoulders here are almost changed complete to the equine shapes. Your forelegs now works in forward movements for running across the ground. Your belly in rounding out and signs of horse hide and light hair is showing in patches," said Mr. Hopper.
The sight of what he had been told about did not make it easier to see the vanishing human he was, now to become the double of a stallion horse he once owned. All the words spoken at him and his sight of a changing world, Mason tried hard to yell his distaste of the situation. A deep breath and he issued forth a scream which trailer off to a whinnie.
Mr. Hopper took a step back at the strength of Mason's voice. A smile erupted across his face as he realised Mason could only communicate in sounds as a horse. "Easy my friend, easy, the strong body which shall be yours to enjoy has some limits! As you remember, I hope, I said speach would be effected. Those thick lips are made to gather foor to the mouth as hands did when human. The tongue moves the food to slablike teeth to crush it into a fine slurry to be swallowed and digested. Movements of the mouth nolonger afford angles and shapeing for words, so the voice comes out in throaty sounds as you know just heard."
Mason was learning his form and new way of life, but he could see the word to govern his life ahead, OBEY!