"...a cow."
Mr. Jones laughed, handing over the steaks. "I see it hasn't cost you your appetite."
Becky blushed. "They're for my parents dinner."
"Don't be that way, Becky," Mr. Jones reasoned. "Trust me. The farmers always prefer livestock that are
willing and enthusiastic to embrace their new lives. People eat cows, they always have. What's changed?"
Becky smiled awkwardly and turned to leave. "Maybe I'll see you soon!" Mr. Jones said after her.
Becky had chills down her spine. He was joking, right? Either way, it wasn't appropriate. Becky was nervous
about being transformed, and wasn't ready for jokes about it. "You'll be fine," her mother said, presenting
two well-done steaks for her and her husband. Becky looked down at a plate of salad. She would have to get
used to it, she thought. Little did she know that the cows were fed high-energy feed designed to make them
gain weight.
Days later, and Becky set off to the Metamorphosis Center. So many had gone through here before her, and the
relatively few girls attended today made the place feel eerily empty. Once Becky had removed her clothing, she
was led through to a smaller waiting room to sit with a couple of other girls, all naked and collared. Becky
could see another girl was due to be a sheep, and another girl a lobster. At least with a cow, there was a
chance she'd be a dairy cow. The future was less bright for the lobster.
"Becky? Do you want to come through?" The nurse said, and led a naked Becky to her fate.