The choice was yours, you needed the money to pay off those gambling debts. A smile to the Lab Tech and with shaky hands the silver potion is swallowed down the hatch.
Asked then to strip naked you sit on the edge of a cold steel exam table. An hour passes and although bored silly you stay calm. A thought of being paid big money to sit and calmly wait any reactions to the drug is plain easy money.
At last the Lab Tech and what appeared to be a lasy doctor walked into your little room.
"He's taking this rather calmly, don't you think doctor?" asked the Tech to the lady.
"Oh most do alright as they never notice anything less some nitwit points it out! In fact they seem to roll along with it till all sense and rational thoughts expire. Then we have a truly perfect test animal for whatever experiment we decide!" said the lady back.
"How do you feel?" she asks.
You mumble and continue to look up at the pipes which criscross the ceiling.
"You worry too much, see the black, gray, and white hairs making a dappled lightness over the black hair and hide. See too he doesn't even have a care about his toes and fingers becoming hoofs as we speak. Not a damn care does he give about becoming a test animal, he's so engrossed with his odd feelings of docile calmness." the doctor argued.
"He's becoming a pony stallion! He doesn't notice his erections and the chage which rases to blot out his humanity, why isn't he fighting this new change?" asked the Lab Tech.