November was one of the worst months for the Bureau of Transformation Victim Support. There were so many lasting transformations from Halloween that the first week was filled with people seeking support. Unfortunately because of the volume of victims the bureau didn’t have the resources to provide an adequate amount. Even if they did, the paperwork to go through all the cases would take all year. Then there was the fact that people expected the bureau to be able to undo the transformations.



“Next…” Francine called as she sat back down at the counter after coming back from the toilet.



“Finally,” a woman in her 40s strutted over to the counter. “I’ve been waiting for the last 3 days to be seen.”



“I’m sorry to hear that, what’s the issue?” Francine asked the woman. It didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with her, other than her attitude but Francine had encountered people being turned into Karens before.



“My son got turned into half a cow by some lowlifes,” the woman explained.



“So he’s a human / cow hybrid?” Francine clarified. There were plenty of those after Halloween, mostly changed noses, new ears, and a tail. It didn’t affect quality of life and with all the other issues they were usually dismissed.



“No… he’s the back half of a cow…” the woman clarified. “You need to do something!”



“Oh…” Francine hadn’t heard that one before. She began to type things up on her computer to see if things needed following up on. “Can I get their name, and the cause of the transformation as well as anyone involved.”



“He was invited to a college costume party with a girl he liked. She suggested they go together as a cow only if he agreed to be the back half. However it was a prank, as soon as they arrived together the girl separated from him and he was turned into his costume.” The woman explained as she gave them the details she had. “They recorded it, which is the only reason I knew that the half cow that showed up on my doorstep was my son. You’ve got to do something.”



“Are they alive and are they producing milk?” Francine hated this part.



“Yes they are alive and no I haven’t milked my son! Though those awful brats did…”



“Okay I’ll just print you out some tags and we’ll send him off to a nice dairy farm…” Francine told the distressed mother.



“What! No… change him back and arrest those kids…” the woman demanded.



“Unfortunately we cannot change them back and we do not arrest people. All we do is record and document and provide a new home for the transformed.” Francine explained as she printed off some animal tags with the son’s name on it. “Normally these would go on the ears but that might be a problem in your case, I suggest the tail, then take him to this farm.” Francine handed out a business card. The woman was about to say something else but was quickly moved on by security.



“Next,” Francine called forth the next victim. That’s when a man with the body of an older woman with mismatched limbs came forth. “How can I assist you?” She didn’t bother asking the issue this time as it was pretty obvious



“I’m looking for my body and my wife Zoe,” Terry explained.



“Detached body parts are being stored here,” Francine gave him the relative information. “Unfortunately even if you find what you’re looking for, restoration might not be possible,” Francine gave him a sympathetic smile before handing him a business card. “Fortunately the bureau is always looking for more staff.”



Terry gave her a look before hobbling off. Francine hoped he found his wife in a better position than he had ended up.



“Next!” Francine saw a woman in male clothing approach. “What’s your issue?”



“Me and my friend Bethany were following an urban legend for Halloween. So she dared me to ask to be turned into a guy until midnight. But then I found myself swapped into a guy named Guy and was stuck as him all day but instead of returning to my body at midnight I was turned into a girl in his body. I wondered what went wrong so I went to my house and found Bethany trapped in a mirror, my body shrunk to the size of a doll and Bethany’s body possessed by the spirit we summoned. Now I’m stuck as Guy but as a girl so it’s not so bad but my old body has been turned into a plaything for the evil spirit and Bethany is trapped in that mirror for a year.” Wendy explained without taking much of a breath.



Francine looked at the poor woman for a moment as she tried to understand the story. “Okay so the best we can do for you is to offer you a change of gender certificate and put you in for an identity transfer. Though that process could take months.”



“But what about my body and Bethany?” Wendy asked.



“This is why you don’t play around with spirits,” Francine said as she printed out the gender swap certificate for Wendy. “Be thankful you got let off easy.” Wendy nodded and sulked away.



“Next!” Francine called forth a man who was walking a little awkwardly. She already knew what his issue was.



“My ex stole something precious from me…” the man was too ashamed to admit what it was.



“I’m sorry sir but it’s November, we don’t document genital thefts this month,” Francine shrugged him off. He was already being ushered out the door.



The next person went to move forward in the queue before Francine put down a back in fifteen minutes sign. She got up and went out the back door. She passed the basket of Jack o’Lanterns begging for help and went into the lady’s toilet. Most days being stuck as a nine month pregnant woman was a pain, but at the start of November the many pee breaks did have their advantages…