All slept till midday before the grumbling of empty tummies got the boys awake. Buster was first and then Clyde to stir and make neat their proper gang appearance. At last ready for the street, hair combed and slicked shirts out and at least one shoe's lace untied they now looked presentable and tough.
Frank was being very sullen as thoughts of their gang members making such strange sexual attentions to those horses the day before. Even food could not distract his wondering.
On the way to Broad Street they stopped to see Abe with his carriage drive past. Abe smiled, then tipped his black stovepipe hat as the horses chomped in their bits.
At long last their home away from home was none the less Leon's China Lane Eatery. Clyde, Buster, and Faggette went in as Frank stood about outside. Anna a pretty girl of seventeen came for the orders and as she stood there Clyde was running his fingers up and down her tight jeans.
The orders taken she walked off with that sweet wiggle in her tight and cute ass. Clyde licked his lips at the thought of making it with her on some lonely Winter's night. The boys laughed and wondered why Frank continued to stand around outside.
Anna returned with a large round tray of plates piled high with the day's special. As each plate was passed to the respected customer Clyde pushed his round face into Anna's crotch. The last plate laid down he held up a ten dollar bill and in one swoop Anna plucked it from his fingers.
"Don't forget my change sweet heart!" called Clyde.
"No change Deary, my extra tip for letting that fat face wallow in my crotch!" replied Anna as Leon stood near with a scowl.
Breakfast done the three joined Frank and they headed for the Framers Market for their normal fare of pranks and larceny. It was Buster that began to run in spurts ahead of the gang till Frank saw him stumble and fall.
Buster laid there his face flat down in the gutter and not moving a muscle. Frank ran quickly to his aide as Clyde and Faggette held back. Kneeling down Frank reached out to carefully lift Buster's face out of the gutter. A sharp poke made him look at his hand which was bleeding. Then he stared at what was in Buster's hair. It looked like a very pointed and sharp black horn. The second horn was soon noticed as well and Frank slowly picked up Buster to see his face.
A gasp as he saw the reddish brown hair covering the young teens face. A dark brown beard hung from his chin as the hair seemed to run down into his shirt as well. Slowly Buster got up and reaching his arms out as if a sign for help Frank saw only thin forelegs and cloven hoofs in place of Buster's hands.
A whimpering cry came from Buster as he shuddered and shook all over. Frank could only kneel and stare as he watched the change quicken and the boy become a sturdy formed male goat.
As bleat after bleat squeaked out of the terror filled Buster Frank heard the high pitched scream from across the street. "Stay here!" commanded Frank as he ran to check on Faggette and Clyde. Even as he got closer the changes were easy to see. Horns, beards, the same reddish brown hair. Their eyes were bright yellow in color and both were ripping at their clothes.
In no time at all Clyde, Buster, and Faggette stood naked to the world around them. Goats, like triplets they were each the same as the other but still human of memory but Frank wondered how long that might continue too?