"Okay, well let's get moving!" The Doctor said.
Ben was taking out into the back of the building and told to wait outside. It was relatively warm out, so he sat on a bench waiting for something to happen. The Doctor returned from inside about 30 minutes later, slotting a cellphone into his top pocket and beaming with a smile.
"Everything's arranged. I'll take you out to the farm now, if you can just get in the van we can get the transformation started as soon as possible."
Ben followed the Doc out towards his van, and went for the passenger seat before he was interrupted. "Er... I'm sorry about this, but... you're an animal now. You can't sit in the front. The back of the van should be more appropriate."
Ben sighed and opened the back of the van. It smelt pretty terrible, walls stained and the floor covered in hay. "Are you sure about this? I'm not going to pee in your car, you know."
The Doc laughed. "Yes, I know, but you need to get used to this. This is how you'll be living from now on." Ben conceeded and climbed into the back.
The journey seemed to last an age, the smell overwhemingly strong. Eventually, it came to a stop. "Have fun?" The Doc asked.
Ben climbed out. "It was okay, stunk a little though."
"Well, soon that's what YOU'RE going to smell like, so again, get used to it."
Ben looked around. There was a field, a closed barn, and a farmhouse. Looking around the actual site, there didn't seem to be any other intelligent life for miles. Just cornfields as far as the eye could see.
"Now, let's get you inside. We have a lot to get done before you're a bull."
***
Ben sat in a heavily sterilised, white-wall, white-ceiling room, legs dangling from a raised futon. The Doc re-entered the room, gloved and needle in hand.
"Okay, now this won't hurt a bit..."
And the needle punctured Ben's arm. "Okay, here we go..." He thought.