Elizabeth Anderson wasn't often pegged as the type of girl to sleep around. A brunette of average height with an ever-present smile on her face, Elizabeth was usually thought of as the girl who made friends with everyone, and who sometimes dated her friends.

It was the perfect cover for a horny psychology major.

In truth, she loved stringing men along, and acting as a friendly socialite happened to work far better than acting as a brainless bimbo. Of course, the fact that she was pretty didn't hurt things either—but she chalked up a lot of her conquests to acting like an angel.

It was certainly working on her latest mark, a soft-spoken guy named Luke who no doubt thought he'd finally escape 'the friendzone'. Elizabeth smirked at the thought, wondering what he'd think if he knew 'friendzone' was another term for 'rebound boy-toys' to her. He'd probably still fuck her, just to brag about it to his friends.

“You are just so interesting!” She chirped, a practiced blush creeping its way across her cheeks as she leaned in a little closer to him. “Hey... I'm really sorry I didn't see it any sooner, but you're a really good guy. You...” Elizabeth paused for a second, making sure he was hanging onto her every word. “No, it's silly, I don't know why I was about to say that.”

“Say what?” Luke asked, his eyes lighting up like a puppy who'd been promised a ball. He leaned a little closer too, and Elizabeth knew that she'd as good as sealed the deal. This was her signature move, and it had a one hundred percent success rate.

“Say... Say that you might just be the nice guy that I really need.” Elizabeth carefully kept her voice as shy as possible, carefully stoking the innate hero complex that all men seemed to have.

“Are you sure?” Luke asked, surprising her. She'd pegged him for the type of guy who deemed himself a prince, ready to rescue the girl in need. Then he spoke again,  scratching the back of one of his hands. “I heard about what happened between you  and Brent, and...”

Ah. So Luke was a 'wounded heart' type of guy. He'd been hurt before, so he needed that extra little push to really seal the deal; the feeling of a kindred spirit. “Luke... I don't know what you heard, but Brent broke up with me. He didn't want me to have other friends; didn't want me to talk to guys like you. And I can see why... You make me feel something I've never felt before in my life.”

Elizabeth was laying it on a little thick, but she could tell from the look in his eye that he'd been hooked. All she had to do was just carefully reel him in, beginning with a gentle hand on his. “And now that I'm thinking of Brent... I don't know, I just don't want to be alone tonight.”

She'd used a mixture of some of her best techniques: making Luke feel responsible for her sadness; offering him the promise of companionship; and promising him her company tonight. And it worked beautifully, the two of them retreating back to her apartment hand-in-hand.

“Well, here we are...” Elizabeth started nervously, shutting the door behind them with a shy smile. “I hope you like it.” She added a moment later, knowing he would. After all, she'd redecorated her room to fit Luke's tastes, swapping out the fantasy memorabilia that had snared Brent in lieu of sci-fi collectibles. She idly wondered how long she'd need to keep them up; how long it would be before she grew bored of Luke.

He laughed as expected, but the tone was something she hadn't anticipated: something scornful instead of good-natured. Either he was even less socially apt than she'd pegged him for or there was something she was missing. Elizabeth took a quick glance around her room to make sure there was nothing wrong with the room around her. Finding nothing, she had to resort to outright asking him. “Is there something funny?”

“Oh, there is.” Luke chuckled, his voice a good deal harsher than it had been at the student lounge.

Elizabeth felt the hairs along the back of her neck begin to rise as she took a closer look at the young man, wondering if there was something she'd missed in her surveillance. “What is it?” She offered, unable to shake her growing apprehension.

“You, of course.” Luke grinned at her, a funny look in his eyes. “You honestly thought you'd pulled the wool over my eyes, didn't you?” He smirked, casually picking up one of the trinkets she'd laid out. “I do like this one though, I think I'll be keeping it when we're done here.”

Elizabeth's heart began to pick up its pace as she looked to the man before her, her mind working overtime to analyze him. His words and mannerisms were brimming with confidence, and there seemed to be a sadistic streak to him... She realized tonight wouldn't end at all the way she wanted, and she darted her hand towards her purse, planning to use the threat of calling campus police.

But much to her surprise, the second she dipped her hand into her purse she realized that she couldn't feel her phone; the contents of her bag; or even her hand, for that matter. She withdrew her hand like it had been stung only to scream at the sight of a hoof now marking the end of her wrist.

A hoof! She had the forelimb of a barnyard animal for a hand—no, for both hands, she confirmed with a horrified look down to her left arm. Elizabeth gulped nervously, wracking her mind for anything she'd eaten that could have been drugged. That was the only thing that made sense: Luke had somehow dosed her earlier.

As though he was reading her mind, the man languidly smirked, a cocksure look on his face. “Don't worry, I didn't slip you anything. Clients of my cult tend to enjoy having pets with their minds unmolested. Funny how they only care about mental virginity, and not physical.” He spoke with a smile, his fingers twirling in the air.

Elizabeth whimpered as her scalp began to tingle, and she spun to her doorway mirror in shock. She'd prayed that her suspicions were unfounded, but a glance to her mirror was all it took to show her she'd been right. Her dark hair was curling and worse, growing lighter to a snowy white.

“W-what are you talking about?” She asked, trying to remember anything that could help her deal with such a situation. Nothing was coming to mind, and her thickening, curling hair was only making things worse for her. It felt like her soft and silky strands of hair were being replaced with coarse and rough wool!

“Hm?” Luke asked, looking smugly at the girl who stood across from him. “I suppose I could channel my inner Bond villain, if that's what you want. I'm a member of a very ancient and very powerful organization, most prominently associated with Circe. I trust you've heard of her?” As he spoke, the young man dropped onto her couch with a chuckle.

“Y-you're saying this is maa-aagic?” Elizabeth's voice drew out into a bleat, and she whimpered loudly at the sheepy sound. Worse, her skin was beginning to itch, leaving her with no doubt that she'd soon be growing a thick coat of wool.

“Indeed I am!” Luke clapped slowly. “You know, it's a shame you couldn't work with us. A girl with your talents would be greatly appreciated... But I'm afraid Clint got a little bit upset with how your relationship ended. You remember Clint? The assistant professor you broke up with by sleeping with his best friend Brent?”

Elizabeth whimpered again at the sensation of small hairs beginning to poke out from all over her skin, letting her momentarily understand how a cactus felt. Then they kept stretching out, making her clothes begin to stretch out around her as though she was gaining weight. “Paa-lease, don't make me-ehh aa-aa sheep!”

Her tormentor leaned in closer to her, a bemused smirk on his lips. “Oh, I won't be making you an animal. You heard me mention clients, yes? Well, our benefactors happen to like their purchases to be a little bit on the anthro side.”

Elizabeth's eyes widened even more at that and she shook her head violently. “Aa-I don't wa-aant to be aa she-eh-ex peh-eht!” Tears welled up in her eyes as her ears stretched out on either side of her head, growing until they hung low on her cheeks.

“Well, what you want and what you're going to get are two very different things.” Luke shrugged. “Look on the bright side, now you get to have all of the sex you want!”

Elizabeth bleated with dismay, shaking her head and unintentionally flopping her long bovine ears. Sex wasn't thrilling to her; it was having different partners! Didn't he understand? Her feet tore free from her feeble heels, becoming a pair of large and blocky sheep's hooves, and Elizabeth looked pleadingly to Luke.

To her surprise, she saw a familiar look in his eyes, the same look she'd get when basking in the throes of climax with one of her rebounds. She realized that he understood her mentality all too well, and the thought sent shivers down her spine. Had this been his plan for her ever since they'd first met? How many others like her had he changed?

“P... Pulllaa-aah!” A last sheepy cry emerged from her lips as her spine ached, her shorts pushing down to expose her rear as a fluffy tail sneaked out from her backside. She wanted to run; to hide; to somehow escape this man who'd once been her target. But instead, her eyelids began to grow heavy, the transformation as draining as a workout. With a faint bleat Elizabeth the sheep-girl passed out, her mercifully unaware of the new world in which she'd awaken.