The syringe lied on Haydee's floor, not a drop missing from the vial. Haydee picked it up, fearing her mistress may step on the sharp point. She brushed her hair behind her ear as she skipped to Kitty's. "girl room", a room designed for girly fun. It had a large tv with every nick sparks movie ever made, several obscenely large bean bag chairs, pink wallpaper , a makeup stand, and other such toiletries. Haydee flipped in the TV, flipping throgh the channels in hope of finding something cheesily romantic. As she rocked back in her bean bag chair, she accidently dropped the small needle into the beanie folds. She didn't realize her mistake, she was to absorbed in Johns apparent affair with Linda. "Americans have such sweet sounding names ". She thought. "I like my name as well. I wish it was American though. I would like a nice west name. Maybe Kate? No. Maybe Cindy? I do not think I hit that name. How about Rachel-". She was cut short in her thoughts as Kitty walked in the door. "Dinners ready, pumpkin." Haydee jumped out of her seat, eager for her evening meal. Kitty stopped though, interested by the images on the t . She plopped herself in the bean bag chair, but yelped as she sat in something pointy. The syringe was embedded throgh her tight shorts in her ass. "Owwie! Ow, Ow, Ouch! Haydee rushed in the door. "Is mistress hurt?!" Kitty nodded, a single tear rolling off her tan cheek. "My ass is burning." Haydee peaked around and gulped at the sight of the syringe. "You sat on a sharp pin mistress,". She plucked the needle from her ass. "Would a kiss make the pain better?" Kitty fell into the beanbag, gasping for air. "Mistress! Oh my, will fetch help!" Kitty grasped Haydee's hand, begging her to stay. Haydee understood the gesture and fell to her masters side. "I will be with you Kitty,". Kitty smiled, tears welling in her eyes. Suddenly, she was still. Haydee trembled, fearing the worst. However,kitty beg and blinking slowly, as if awakened from a long slumber. She stood slowly, as Haydee was racked with so a. Kitty felt her tight stomach bulge just abober her crotch. She tore off her short, stsring at the spherical flesh that came frome her body. Suddenly pain blurred her vision as two sharp horns erupted from her scalp. She moved a hand along her ears and jumped when she discovered they had beccome pinted. Her shoulder length blonde hair lengthened and thicken as it fell past her ankles until it was dragging the floor. Her bulge of flesh soon turned bright pink as it hung freely over her crotch. Her breasts swelled, snapping her bra. Each mammary weighed a ton, each nipple dripping with milk. Her melons hung freely over her body as her ass too grew to the point where it was 2 feet across. She stood naked in front of Haydee, the cowgirl sweating with anxiousness. Haydee cried out before embracing her new master. Kitty new her name was changing to something much simpler. Daisy returned the embrace with racking sobs. Unlike Rachel's change, Karen had not warped reality. She knew all that was amiss with her new vulptrous form. Daisy sat down on the water bed, signing. "I don't know what to do anymore, my slave."
Haydee sat next to her older friend. "I can dance for money. My body is a toy for others. You have a beautiful body Daisy. No one can touch your body unfairly. You are one of a kind." Daisy looked at her dripping udder. "I am a cow." Haydee massaged on of Daisys nipples. "You are still you. You're body does not symbolize what you are." Daisy faced her slave. "Who am I, Haydee?"
"You are daisy. You took me in when I was alone. You helped me to better English. You have the best boobs ever. I am jealous of you. You are everything I wish to be one day." Daisy cried into her friends shoulder. "I can't mooooove. I cannot leave this house without being a freak. I-moooo- am not a person,"
Haydee caressed her fallen angel. She smelled the sweetness of her breath. She felt the warmth of her breasts. "You will learn to dance with Haydee. Men and women will not care about your body. They will see you on the pole and be taken by your grace." Finally Daisy stopped crying. "Or I can stab myself again and see if its fixed." She picked up the fool syringe and thrust it into her arm.