" This isn't, it can't be happening!" The words can be heard as I approach the young lady. The struggle has been seen by me and my partner a thousand times before. Man or woman, it doesn't matter they all have one fantasy or another. Yet when they see the loss of humanity and think about what is being traded away over sensual desires, then they run and struggle.
A scream as the girl see's us approach. She knows that we are not here to help her escape but to take her to a place where pretty donkeys meet horny males. A corral, the barn to where she will spend those non-working hours. No doubt the fear in her eyes and those great tears rolling down now hairy cheeks tells her thoughts the best.
When I first came here to work in security my heart went out to those who let down their guard and accepted one of the Reform Flux Formulas.
Now after years of being kicked, scratched, and bit, I feel nothing for such foolish people. True in the beginning I had my time to wonder and almost wish to join them, but Doctor Winston showed me the error of my ways.
The girl's crying is almost done as her face has changed to total Donkey and the Flux has taken permanent hold. We stand back out of experiance, ready to lasso the animal when it jumps to the new hoofs.
Boy do I remember that cold day in March when I asked some deep a probing questions to the Doctor. I remember that considerate look as if he cared one little damn for those he changed. I pondered the feelings the victims had as the Flux eeeked away the human form and replaced it with one of mass and sensual dexterity.
Oh the Doc was very friendly and called the manager of my station and asked for me to work at his local for that month on special assignment. Then he asked me to help him as one tough cookie was due and he would need me to fill in! The words Fill In, should have told me if I was thinking. The Doctor likes puns, a simple and stupid joke form. He walked me to see the holding pens behind his office and how they were ajoined by the rear doors of so many rank exibits.
Then I was to be innoculated for possible Reformation Flux poisening.
One, then two more and the Doctor stood back and asked me to lay down.
Being stupid I did without thinking and laid down on his surgical table. Suddenly metal clasps sprang up and locked legs hips, and arms to the proper places.
Sudden fear grabbed me as the terror of what was happening touched a trusting mind.
"Easy my young man this is a time of learning. You asked me deep a probing question about those who go through the Flux into animal form. I believe that showing is worth a lot of arguement! So for the month your work will be right here as one of my subjects. If you go along and watch and see the change, we'll be our old self in thirty days. Oh but fight it and the Reform Flux works it's ways into the synaps of the brain. Once the beastial mind is procured into the subject the body change will follow. As the two forces mix the subject can do nothing to stop the change and will in the end be property of the Pleasure Island Farm Research and Breeding Project. So calm yourself our begin to consider new ways of walking about!"
How does one quell the fear of losing one's humanity when it was the way you were happiest! I remebered the darkening skin and short hairs spouting. I remember the Doctor bending over and announcing to my mind the fact he was making me a Minotaur.