Timmy had a miserable ride in the back of his parents' pickup truck. His mother wouldn't even look at him, and his father shivered in horror every time he caught sight of his bestial son. When they reached the house, his mother ran in, crying, and slammed the door.
"Get out and go in the back yard." His father opened the tailgate and let Timmy jump down. "I don't know what we will do yet." The man looked sad. "Why did you have to be so stupid? That witch would have left you alone, but you had to play games! Now look at yourself! Sheep only live about ten years, and you are already a mature ram. You may be dead of old age about the time you would have been graduating from high school!" Then he started crying, and walked slowly into the house, shaking his head.
Bleating sorrowfully, Timmy wandered into the back yard as instructed. Was he really going to die that soon? It was hard to think about - not because he was afraid - but because he couldn't quite graps the idea of time any more. The former boy knew something had happened to his mind - the way he thought was changing. Abstract stuff like time and worry and imagination just didn't fit in a sheep's brain. Fear dulled, and he dropped his head and started grazing without really thinking about it.
"Timmy?" A familiar voice came from the bushes at the back of the yard. "Is that really you?" His best freind, another 12 year-old named Mickey, crept out of the shadows and stared at him. "I just heard my parent's talking and had to come see. Is it really you in there?"
Happy for any kind of company, Timmy bleated and nodded, trotting over to nuzzle his freind. Mickey looked scared, but didn't run, and even started petting him. "Wow! What's it like? I mean, I guess you can't talk. Bleat once for yes and twice for no. Um, does it feel good? Being a big ram?"
Timmy didn't answer right away- this body felt wonderful, now that he thought about it. Strong, full of energy, and another feeling that he couldn't describe, but that was getting stronger. He bleated once.
"It's sorta cool." Mickey started looking him over. "No school, no chores. Heck, you don't even gotta worry about a job when you grow up."
That was all true, even if most of it didn't seem important to Timmy any more. The strange feeling was really hard to ignore now - he was having weird thoughts, and found himself rubbing against Mickey.
His freind's fingers had worked along his side, and were now rubbing his belly not for from his penis. Mickey squatted down and stared at the rigid pink shaft that was starting to emerge from the Ram's sheath. "Wow! You're bigger even than my big brother, and he's a senior!"
The strange feeling was almost overpowering now, and Timothy realized with a touch of horror that it had to be sexual desire. Worse, the thoughts he had were of Mickey joining him as a sheep.
The boy stood up and moved back to stand in front of Timmy, shaking his head. "This is just too weird. Oh, cool!" He squatted down suddenly and looked into Timmy's face. "Your eyes just turned red!"