"Back to work after your second year medical physical, they are a pain but working in the ring things infectious tend to fly about, I know, and having swallowed many a tossed turd!" Lionel said, he talking with Freddy, a recent novice added to the Rodeo clown staff.
"Yea, they poke and prod, injecting me with booster shots, seven of them, until I feel like a pin-cushion!" Fred replied, as he stood rubbing his upper arms with each a hand.
"Seven, they gave me six, as six is the normal number of infectious inoculations given each year, I wonder what extra shot they gave you?" Lionel asked, he looking rather concerned, as wondering if his new clown had something more to be concerned about.
"Freddy the clown," the audio speakers rang forth, asked for Fred to report to the rodeo office and do it urgent.
Fred took off on the run across the rodeo ring, and as he ran, the exertion from running made his heart and head pound.
Arriving to the rodeo main office, Fred entered and announced to the secretary there his name and title, asking why he was needed to come there being so urgent?
Mister marshal the rodeo manager stepped out of his office and greeted Fred, he asking of Fred to come into his private office. Fred did as asked, and saw then inside the office the medical technician who did his physical and gave the injections. Standing in each corner of the room along side the desk of the rodeo manager were two guards. Mr. Marshall stood behind his swivel chair and looking down at Fred, he said, "I need to inform you the injections you received today, one of them was incorrectly administered to you. In fact, the injection was intended for use on rodeo riding bulls. It being a special formula of Reformation D.N.A. serum, the type and brand name used by the state on occasion to terminate sex offenders without causing their death, but affecting of them their body to transform. The syringe and serum injected into you will cause a steady trans-morphing of you human body to begin resembling that of a Red Angus breed of bull.
The guards are here to take you to a place where the transitioning of your body can commence and finalize. If you own the will to fight the serum mentally, you might remain partially human, as become then a Minotaur. If you are weak and give up easily, expect then by the end of three months to be back here and enjoying life from the physical form and mental perspectives of being a leased herd-sire bull.
Sadly the choice is yours to handle what you will become, there is no know antidote, as the government uses it to defer sexual offender to liking of cow rumps rather than women.
Take hold of Freddy, and transport him to the research facility for his Reformation serum monitoring, and/or bull mating training if he decides to follow that path of a lifestyle."
The guards took a quick hold of Fred, as Fred did not fight with them for his freedom, he felt stunned from what all he had heard.
As the guards hustled Fred out the office door and to a waiting vehicle for his transportation, a scream from inside the office turned some heads to look. Inside the private office, Mister Marshall had become angry with the medical technician. As the tech stood waiting for the guards to subdue Fred and load him into the transport vehicle, another syringe with bovine Reformation serum D.N.A. formula was injected into the neck of one crass minded technician.
Stunned, the Tech turned to look at Mister Marshall and before he could ask as what and why, the rodeo manager told the man what to expect.
"Karl you act like a virtual Jackass, not giving a care about a nice fellow you doomed to being an animal and a bull. The injection just put into your neck is Pony Serum, as a full strength dose, assuring your complete transitioning of form to being a pony animal for use in our kiddy pony ride and petting zoo. You shall keep your gender but I want you castrated, made a gelding, the change is one of permanence, and your wife will receive a payment of life insurance money for her dead husband. Effectually, you shall be considered as dead, a certificate of death registered with your name by the research facility, as of now you are to be caged and kept as the changes consume your human form. I was informed that your mental factors will not be affected, other than the lacking of speech, and the ability to write. You will know what is happening and the life you must learn to endure, so expect to learn liking eating hay, raw grains, and sniffing mare rumps on a daily basis."
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