Becky went off to the transformation center with some reticence. She figured that a sheep was a pretty good
animal to be given, but that really didn't mean too much in the face of life as an animal. Her whole body
would seen be morphed from an attractive young woman to a bestial farm animal. In the waiting room, she leafed
through pamphlets showing her peers before and after their transformations. Smiling young girls sat in
hospital gowns, chatting and laughing to one another in a transformation center much nicer than the one Becky
was in. On the next page, it showed a group of fat sows, covered in much and snout-deep in feed. Becky
wondered what it was like to undergo such a change. How much of her mind would she retain? Would she still
have the wants and desires of a human girl? It wouldn't be long before she found out.
Eventually, Becky was called into the next room to undergo her transformation. Gently removing her shirt and
leggings, she then slipped off her underwear in anticipation of the injection that would change her to a
sheep.
Clenching her teeth, Becky felt the needle pierce the skin of her backside, the serum entering her
bloodstream. Her transformation had already begun. The kindly young nurse tried to soothe Becky by stroking
her blonde hair, although this only made Becky even more conscious of her new status as an animal.
She could feel her body changing. Her muscles felt weak, something strange overcoming them. Her skin was
crawling; although she would not transform with a fully-grown fleece, her skin would change to that of a naked
sheep. An itch above her rear suggested the foundation for her little lamb's tail. Becky's face was the most
noticeable of the changes. Her nose was numb, and felt as though it was widening and melding with her upper
lip. The feeling reminded her of a prosthetic she had to wore while playing a rabbit in a high school play.
Her new sheep's face was less malleable than her former human one, but it didn't need to be. Becky's dainty
ears were also subject to the changes, widening, moving up her head as her skull transformed in turn.
Becky was also forced to all-fours as her quadrupedal skeletal structure took shape. She landed on thick,
twisted hands, which were rapidly becoming hooves. The nurse was continuing to try and soothe Becky's
discomfort, pleading with her to calm down and hold her cries for help, but soon enough she couldn't even
talk. Every word that came out of her mouth sounded like the bleat of a young ungulate. Becky didn't want to
believe it, but she was rapidly becoming a sheep.
In her head, she had played this moment over and over again, but nothing could match the reality of it. Becky
was struggling to walk on her four hooves, with her limbs not properly adjusted for such movement. She still
felt like a girl, in her mind at least, but her body didn't agree. Her vision was more impaired than previous
- Becky couldn't believe this was how she would see for the rest of her life! - but her sense of smell was
vastly improved, almost overpoweringly so.
As Becky was led out of the room to be tagged and transported, she wondered what her new life as a sheep would
be like.