"Sold, to the poultry gentleman in the back!"
Hanna was strong-armed out of her cage, naked and exposed to the world, and thrust off to the side of the
stage. She could just about make out a large, feathered man-chicken in the back of the hall, clucking in
delight at his prize.
Hanna was bound in leather straps ahead of transportation. Before she was loaded into the back of a trailer,
her new owner came to inspect her.
He looked like a rooster - and smelt like one, too. She hoped she wasn't going to be used for what she thought
she would be.
"Please... don't touch me. I'll cook for you, clean for you, whatever," Hanna pleaded.
"Oh, don't be so foolish," the rooster man said. "You're mine to do with as I please. You'll be my wife, first
and foremost, and then the mother of my offspring."
Hanna wept.
"And then, we'll sell off your eggs. So you'll also be my employee. You're going to make a very alluring
hengirl."
Hanna was forced into the vehicle. Now, she could only fear her transformation.