"Come with me."
Beth was led first into a side room, recognisable as the kind of room she'd be seen in when she visited the
family doctor. Many doctor's offices had been converted into Transformation Centers during the initial crisis.
Beth was instructed to hop up onto a table while a nurse prepped a needle.
"Do you know what you're going to be, sweetie?" The nurse said.
"I suppose," Beth meekly responded.
"You're going to be a cute little chicken," the nurse said, puncturing the flesh on Beth's thigh. "You and
your mom. I'll transform you, then your mom, then you'll be handed over to your new owner. He's purchased
quite a few new animals today."
Beth shuddered at being referred to as an animal. "What's going to happen to us? And why did he think we'd
make good chickens?"
The nurse shrugged. But she knew the answer to both of those questions was the same - he had recognised the
good placement of meet on the girls' hips and thighs that were highly desired for poultry transformees. They
would make excellent egg layers, and eventually they could be used for more - although the worst of that realm
was yet unknown to Beth.
The transformation would see feathers grow out of her skin, her teeth fall out in a fleshy pulpy mess, her
lips hardening into a yellow beak. Her dainty feet would be replaced by hard, scaly talons, and likewise her
fingers would elongate out into wings.
As her body chemistry began to alter, Beth was led out, and her mother was led in.