The computer whirled as Stan drew up the Satyrical program that changed him to a creature of pure sex. Postioning Janice and ordering her to stand very still he made final adjustments.
A silly smile of contentment on her face Stan stood to one side and touched the Enter key. A green then blue glow came from the emitter as Janice's face puffed and grew outward. As the last of her pink skin moddled in color and was covered by dark hairs Stan knew she was all goat now.
Bleating Janice pranced about the room seemingly thrilled with having become a complete goat.
Stan stood there in the doorway as a sad feeling of loss came over him. Kneeling down he beckoned her to come to him. Janice bleated, walking nearer she stopped and turned sideways lifted her hind leg showing an udder and teats about to explode.
"I see!" said Stan. "Come downstairs to the kitchen and I'll milk you some comfort!"
Janice raced down the stairs as Stan marveled at how she knew enough coordination to hit each step and not fall flat on her face. Once both were in the kitchen Stan took out the largest cooking pan and began squeezing teat after teat. In about an hour of learning to milk a goat right Janice stood at ease, as Stan looked at one very full pan of goat's milk.
Now that her agony had passed Janice seemed to be wandering about sniffing things, much as Stan thought a true goat might. It was when she spread her hind legs sending a stinking yellow stream out over the kitchen floor that he realized she was now mentally a goat.