March 4, 2145

"Hey Newtube, Alana Hutchins here!" I smile and wave to my mirror, head tingling slightly from my latest implant. My reflection gaze back at me, a gorgeous brunette with a sultry smile and striking blue eyes.

"So you all might be wondering what's happening right now; why you're seeing from my eyes..." I continue, feeling a little silly for talking to a mirror yet strangely liking it. Honestly, it's a little bit of a rush to know that there's no filters here; no edits. You're all reading my thoughts; seeing me in real-time.

"Well, to put things simply, it's the newest thing that's gonna take off soon! I'm sure you all remember how our parents loved Twitter; right? Well, this is the next step in the line. One simple headchip and I can post to all of you whenever I want. So for ten minutes each day, you get to feel what it's like to be in my head."

I step back from the mirror's reflective surface to reveal that I'm wearing little more than a towel around my form. "So let's start this with something not for kids, hm? I decided to celebrate my little latest investment by one of my usual dares-today I'll be bathing in the 'cursed' New Athens hot springs."

I laugh at the thought. "Apparently some 'witch' laid some dark magic on these grounds so that anyone impure of heart will be cursed to transform into an animal. Sounds silly, right? Well, let's find out if it's real."

Without further ado, I set off into a relaxing dip. I let all worries trail from my mind, and enjoy the calm, warm waters that envelop my lithe form.

March 5, 2145

"Hey everyone, Alana here!" I laugh sheepishly, anxiously rubbing my thumb against my forefinger. "So it turns out that I'm only set for five-minute broadcasts; and that said broadcasts don't pick up too well on idle thoughts. Which is nice that they can't express my daydreams, but it means that I have to actually think to get something through here."

Crappy programming, right? I chuckle, hoping that the guy who designed my implant can hear that. "But on the other hand, the chip is well enough programmed to keep auto-updating, so it records every day at the same time. Pretty handy, huh? Don't worry, I've set an alarm."

Right, I should remember to set an alarm. Wait. Crap. They can hear me. "Um, anyways." I chuckle, trying to change the subject. This stream of consciousness stuff is hard! "I don't see anything different about myself, do you?"

I hold up my phone to my face, using it to catch my reflection. There might be a few white hairs among my brown locks, but I'm sure I can just dye those not that I need to dye those oh God.

I furrow my brows and massage my temples, centering my thoughts. "Phew, who knew that having to control what you think could be so hard, right?" I try and pass off my lapse as a joke, quietly damning the creator of this implant once again.

"Anyways, it seems like the myths about this place are all little more than that. Which is kind of a shame, I think it's be interesting to be cursed..." I snigger mockingly, slipping my phone back into my pocket.

"I guess that'll be the end of those legends, at least." I say with a smile.

March 6, 2145

"Hey, everyone." I smile uneasily, looking into the mirror before me and tweezing my eyebrows for what feels like the hundredth time today. "I think I might have been allergic or something to those springs, in retrospect..."

My skin looks a little bit pallid, and my fingernails look like they're almost bruised, a blackish color covering them. Not to mention the fact that my body hair keeps growing out... Like, normally I keep a well-trimmed wait. You can hear my thoughts. I keep forgetting that, damn.

"Anyways," I say, desperately trying to change the subject. "I think that I've been a little allergic to that pond, because my hair's kind of getting white and curly... Not to mention the fact that it's been growing ever-longer since I've been exposed to that pond's waters."

I take a deep breath before continuing. "But! That doesn't mean that that spring had any 'transformative' powers! I've just got some sort of allergic reaction, that's all!"

Despite my words, I'm a little worried, and I let the rest of this transmission time out with me tweezing my eyebrows, new hairs growing in to make them thicker with every pluck.

March 7, 2145

"I have a tail." The words sound unbelievable coming from my mouth, but they're true. I look to my mirror intently, a frown clear on my face. "I mean..." I turn, looking at my rear end in my full-body mirror.

There's a small and wooly white tail wiggling just above my bottom, its lush fur seeming to sway from side to side as I move it. It's a little incredible to me that I can almost control this thing, and more than a little terrifying.

"My skin's also turning a little gray, and... I mean, as you can see." I take a step back from the mirror to reveal that my hair is long and curly, rife with lush and white hairs. I shake out the curls with a frown, grunting with disdain.

Suffice to say, it's not a good look. I play my fingers through the curls with a sigh, looking into my mirror with a frown. "Well... I guess that's it for the day."

At least, that's all I'll tell you. There's no way that I'm going to tell you that my breasts have become more like udders and god damn it!

I hurriedly unlock my smartphone, and spend the rest of the broadcast looking at pictures of cats.

March 8, 2145

"Hey..." I smile unsurely, waving my hand to the mirror. "I... I think I'm becoming some sort of sheep-human hybrid. Or maybe just a sheep." The words are crazy, insane. But they're just as true as my proclamation of having a tail.

"I mean... There's no way this is really an allergic reaction, right?" I ask hesitantly, worrying. "But... I can't possibly be turning into an animal, because, if I am..."

Thoughts of living in a grassland, surrounded by nature fill my mind. They're idyllic dreams, ones of nothing but relaxation and content.

I hate them.

Disgust written across my face, I send a glance back to the mirror. I can't let it end up like this, but... I'm also not going to go around cataloguing my transformation for everyone to see. I want to share the good times with my viewers; not some sort of delayed change!

I look back to my hands a moment later, groaning as I see how my nails have spread to cover up to the first knuckle of my hand.

"Of course, this is isn't the end of me, I promise you that." I look back to my reflection so all of you can see my resolve. "I'm going to find a way to keep myself from changing any further... Well, after finding out how to get some private time from the little chip in my head; that is."

I grin, and return my attention to pictures of cats, glad to have found at least something that can distract this dumb feed. At the very least, I can do this every day... Anyways, back to cats.

March 9, 2145

"Hey, everyone. Guess what? I've found a loophole." I smirk, pointing to the eye blinders I'm wearing. My face looks a little more gray, as does the rest of my skin. And my hair is damnably growing longer, covering more of my face than I'm comfortable with.

That, and the fact that my eyebrows, armpits, and crotch are all positively bushy lends me a distinctly sheeplike appearance. The comparison isn't one that I like to draw, namely given my current... Situation. Anyways, I should probably get back to talking, and my brilliant idea.

"The program doesn't record things if I'm asleep... Which means that I'm going to take a quick hiatus and work things out here, okay? Once I'm done with figuring out what's happening to me, I'll be back. Until then..."

I lower the mask over my face, and darkness fills my world. Of course, there's the matter of clearing my mind, but it shouldn't be too hard. I just need to think of sheep or something. Which is a little ironic, given the situation; but whatever.

One sheep... Two sheep... Not-a-me sheep... Four...

[USER OFFLINE: ASLEEP]

March 10, 2145

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March 11, 2145

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March 12, 2145

I look up in surprise from a lush head of lettuce, eyes wide at the sight of a camera. "H-hold on, wha-aat?" I ask, my voice hitching.

"You're Alana Hutchins!" The woman holding the device in one hand grins, laughing. "Holy crap, I'm on your feed right now, aren't I?" She grins, waving at me like a loon.

I can only open and close my mouth soundlessly, eyes wide with shock. "Whaa-aat?" I bleat again, looking in a panic to my watch. It's streaming time! No! I was supposed to be napping now so this wouldn't be broadcast, this can't be happening!

I don't know what happened; I went to the supermarket before my nap; then at the sight of vegetables, my body kind of just froze and I lost track of time. Is that some part of this change? It can't be! And... Why is everyone here looking at me!?

I turn to run, only for my bathrobe to get snared on some loose edge in this damnable supermarket. I yelp as I feel the loose fabric tear from my form; and it unbalances me, sending me to all fours with a thump.

I whimper as the woman's camera is now able to look at my nude body, even though it's not exactly nude. I'd been wearing the loose robe because that damnable white wool has grown to cover my entire body since the last livestream I did.

At least it covers my privates, but... Public nudity is public nudity! I do my best to cover myself, bleating frantically. "Sta-aah-aahp recording!" I yelp, eyes wide.

"Why? You're recording this, you know." The woman smirks, and I sob. Much as I hate to admit it, she's right. I stumble and try to run, only to find that standing on two legs is a lot harder than it used to be.

Maybe I injured something in the fall... Or maybe I really am becoming an animal. No, no! I can't possibly think that! I need to get away!

I start to awkwardly trot on all fours, a motion which is just as simple as I need to escape, but far more comfortable than I like. In seconds, the supermarket's glass doors lie before me.

Then, freedom.

March 13, 2145

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March 14, 2145

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March 15, 2145

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March 16, 2145

I look haggardly to the mirror before me, hating how a sheep's face stares back at me. I'd tried researching this; tried hiring magicians and psychics; even tried using some crazy chemical treatment that was supposed to fix me. Nothing's worked.

I have to face the facts... I'm becoming a sheep. "Heh-eeh-eeh-ey..." I try to speak, waving a hoof feebly towards the camera. "I... Maaade a deeeal..." I swallow anxiously, trying to force the words from my mouth.

Except... I don't really need to speak, do I? I can just talk to you like this... I furrow my brow, looking at the mirror and relishing the fact that at least my mind has remained unchanged.

I've made a deal with these farmers I met online... They're going to take care of me; to give me the full VIP treatment while they look for a cure. And in return, I'm going to give them a sizable portion of my earthly wealth. The rest of it's going to charities, because if there is a God, I want to be on his side.

A knock comes from my door, and I trot towards it. That should be them now. "Baa-aah!" I bleat loudly, trotting towards the door. It opens, revealing a pair of men in masks and farmhand clothes.

"Well, if it ain't the golden goose. Or sheep." One of them speaks, his voice slightly muffled by his voice. "Don't worry, we're the farmers you hired. We just don't much like publicity... Or animals getting scared during transport."

Before I can fully process the words, the other one kneels down by me, and I feel a sharp pain in my neck. My eyes widen as I realize I've been drugged, and I wonder how much longer I have be

March 17, 2145

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March 18, 2145

"Baah! Baa-aa-aah!" Things have gotten from bad to worse. I'm a sheep now, completely an animal. And to add insult to injury, they left me in a penned enclosure full of other sheep. The only way I know it's my broadcast time is because the stupid hicks that kidnapped me set up a clock so they know what time to avoid me.

I can describe them to you, but I don't know what good that will do... One has brown hair, a slight beard, and why am I chewing grass right now?

I bend my head down to take another mouthful of grass, tearing it from the ground and chewing it idly. And my heart sinks.

Oh God, no. I don't want it to be possible, but... I think I've lost control over my body. Is that even a thing? I can't stop eating grass and bleating like an animal, no! "Baa-aah."

I let out a dumb bleat, flicking my ears and trotting back towards the shade of a nearby tree. All the while, I panic, trying to struggle against whatever force now controls my form. But it seems this is it; that this is all my life is now.

Maybe I can accept this.

March 19, 2145

"Baaah. Baa-aa-aah." Oh God I don't want to be a sheep! If any of my followers can see this, please! I'm Alana Hutchins, I'm trapped in a sheep's body and I can't control it anymore!

I bend my head down and take a large chomp of grass, slowly chewing it in my mouth before gulping down the green blades. There's some dirt in this too, which catches a little in my throat and leaves an unpleasant taste on my tongue.

Please, someone! You have to help me!!!

March 20, 2145

What if nobody can hear me? "Baaah." What if nobody can hear me? Or worse, what if the wrong people do? I mean, I know that there are some pretty weird farmers out there... What if they think being with a sheep that used to be human is some kind of thrill?

I bend my head down and take a large chomp of grass, slowly chewing it in my mouth before gulping down the green blades. There's some dirt in this too, which catches a little in my throat and leaves an unpleasant taste on my tongue.

"Baa-aah." Why is my life such a monotonous mess? God, can someone hear me? Please!

March 21, 2145

Why haven't I gone insane yet. Am I insane? Someone has to help me; there has to be someone out there who can! God, I hope I'm not going crazy... But I kind of do! I mean, am I supposed to live the rest of my life looking out through a muzzle?

I bend my head down and take a large chomp of grass, slowly chewing it in my mouth before gulping down the green blades. There's some dirt in this too, which