(Sheep TF, Wolf TF)
by grapehyacinthEve Mere I just don't understand why young girls are so horrible to each other.
Mar 1 at 12:10PM
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Jeannie Hey, glad to see you posting on Facebook again, MN!! It's been a while! What's going on?
Mar 1 at 12:11 PM
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Sally Flint Oh no, what happened?
Mar 1 at 12:14 PM
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Camilla Beatty Lane Did you take care of them in a way only Mother Nature can?? 
Mar 1 at 12:14 PM
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Eve Mere Good little high schooler that lives on a farm – has always been made fun of for it by a bunch of really mean girls. This poor girl just had chemotherapy for cancer, and lost a lot of her hair. Now she's back in school and that same 'popular' clique is making fun of her even more. Don't these kids have any heart?
Mar 1 at 12:17 PM
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MickeyLane Fix 'em, Eve Mere!!
Mar 1 at 12:19PM
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Eve Mere I've a mind to.
Mar 1 at 12:22 PM
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Lacey stumbled into whatever bathroom she could find. She was slightly nauseated, which still occurred from time to time even though her cancer was in remission and the chemotherapy was complete. Once inside the dank restroom, she was met with her worst nightmare.
The cool girls.
Well, she didn't particularly think they were cool. They were the cheerleaders and the wannabe-cheerleaders that stuck together in a tight group, and they acted as if they owned the school. They had the most fashionable clothing and hairstyles, and most of them came from well-to-do families that could afford their every whim. Lacey, meanwhile, was a farmer's daughter, as rare as farms were in this day and age, and her family just managed to scrape by. Recently, with her skyrocketing medical bills, they were financially strapped more than ever.
“Hey, look what the cat dragged in!” cried the leader, Courtney James. “It's Farm Girl!”
All of the others giggled appropriately.
“Did you milk a cow today?” queried Marsha Stanton.
Ignoring them, Lacey approached the sink, trying not to falter. She looked into the mirror, pretending to fix her thin brown hair. She could not let these girls see her vomit. They would never stop making fun of her then.
“I like your pants, Farm Girl,” said Madison Toms. “Where are the overalls?”
Lacey gagged. “Shut up,” she muttered. She combed some hair from the back of her head towards the front to cover up a thin spot.
Courtney pushed Madison aside. She yanked a brush from her purse and began to push it through her long blonde locks, smirking back at Lacey as she did. “Like my hair? It's so luxurious and thick... You must be so jealous.”
“She needs Hair Club for Men,” cried Tisha Stately. The other girls all responded with the requisite laughter as well.
“Everyone, comb your hair so Lacey can feel bad!” Madison exclaimed, as she pulled out her own comb. And, like good followers, the other eight girls obeyed, tittering and grooming themselves duteously.
As tears came to Lacey's eyes, she began to heave into the sink, and the surrounding girls jeered at her. “Go, Farm Girl! Go!” cried Sebastianna Drier, tossing a wadded paper towel at her. It met with Lacey's head and fell to the counter. The other girls followed her lead, tossing whatever they could as the sobbing Lacey continued to retch.
“It's Vomiting Cancer Girl!” cried Madison, her face red from her hysterical laughter.
“Oh, holy hell,” said a new, more womanly voice.
The room was silent in an instant. Everyone, including Lacey, turned to the corner where a beautiful but oddly-attired woman now glared at them. Her clothes were reminiscent of a goddess, the silken pink folds draped over her figure perfectly. Her porcelain-like face, however, was twisted in an expression of ferocious disapproval.
Somehow, Lacey suddenly felt perfectly fine, and she wiped at her face in embarrassment.
“Who the hell are you, lady?” demanded Courtney in a shaking voice. “How'd you get in here?” It was obvious to everyone there that she was attempting to look brave, but she wasn't convincing anyone.
The woman ignored her, pushing past and going over to the girl quivering at the sink. She placed her hand on Lacey's back, and instead of shaking it off, Lacey felt an incredible love flowing through her body.
“You should feel better now, Lacey.”
The fact that the woman knew Lacey's name did not faze her in the least. It seemed like this luminous lady was familiar somehow, as if she knew her from somewhere...
But she had never laid eyes on her before now.
“I feel wonderful,” murmured the girl, looking up at the stranger in awe. The woman had made her feel better. She was sure of it.
The goddess-lady put her hands on her hips. “Why do you girls feel the urge to hurt someone who has been less fortunate than you?” she queried in a crystal-clear voice.
Courtney gulped. “Because...it's...uh...”
“Is it so you'll look cool? So all your little followers will laugh and accept you at the expense of someone else? Is that it?” The woman stuck her face into the girl's own, demanding the truth.
“I...I guess...”
The woman whirled around, glaring at the others. “And you all, following her, or whoever happens to be the dominant female at the time, so you'll be accepted, no matter what you need to do... You'll jump off a bridge if the other girls do...You're like a bunch of sheep–”
The woman's eyes widened at this, and a satisfied smile played over his lips. “Yes, yes, that would be wonderful! That would serve two purposes – it would help out Lacey and it would teach you all a lesson!”
Madison stepped forward. “What does that mean? Who are you?”
The woman chuckled. “Mother Nature,” she tossed out, reaching towards Madison's chestnut tresses. Snorting, the girl swatted at her, but she only laughed harder. “Yes. Let's try this first. You're all so proud of your beautiful hair. Let's make it worth something.”
Before the girl could react, her hair was literally shrinking away, the long strands shortening up her shoulders and becoming extremely kinky. She grabbed at them, in a fruitless effort to draw them back down her back where they belonged. “Oh, oh no...what's happening to me? My hair...”
The other girls merely watched, rooted to the floor in dread.
The color of Madison's hair leached away until all that remained was white curls. She ran her hands through them in horror. “Oh, they don't even feel like hair...they feel like...”
Mother Nature smiled evilly. “Wool?”
All of the girls shrieked, but the woman's power kept them where they stood. She darted towards Courtney and forced her onto her hands and feet. “All fours – where you belong!”
Courtney began to sprout the curly wool all over her body, and as the rest of her began to transform, she started to cry.
Mother Nature clicked her tongue in mock pity. “Oh, really, now you're sad, huh? But it's okay if you hurt others and make them sad.”
Belligerently, Courtney tried to get back on two legs but fell to the floor, her new hooves clacking on the tiles. “Oh, God, please don't do this to me.”
“I prefer Mother Nature. Not God.”
“Please don't hurt them,” Lacey murmured from the sink.
Mother Nature smiled warmly at the young girl. “My dear, this is just one of my many roles in the universe. I dole out justice. You are so good with animals – I watch you care for them all on your farm. You take in strays, you're so gentle with the livestock... I will not see good people get hurt.” She turned back to Courtney, who now had possessed a tail, sheep ears, and a black nose. “But I will teach and reform bad people.” She paused to chuckle at her unintended pun. “Yes, definitely re-form.” With a clap of her hands, Courtney yelped as her transformation came to a quick conclusion.
“Baa!” she protested angrily, slamming her hoof against the flor. Mother Nature fingered the clothes that hung from the new sheep's body. “Sometimes I make the clothes simply disappear in the change, but it's much more fun this way. I like seeing animals in human clothing. It's cute. So, yes, let's leave those ridiculously expensive garments there for a bit, just so you can think about what you were.”
Courtney stepped out of her shoes in anger, but Mother Nature ignored the display of resistance.
“You finish your changes now, my dear,” she indicated Madison, who, in the meantime, had grown a thick wool coat all over her body.
“Oh, no, please, this wool all over me is bad enough,” whimpered the girl.
“DOWN!” commanded the woman, and the girl fell to all fours, quickly assuming sheep form.
“And now the rest of the flock.”
In a flash, the screaming girls became bleating sheep.
Lacey backed up towards the wall. “Please, I don't want to...Don't hurt me...”
Mother Nature studied her. “My dear, I wasn't going to change you. Unless you want to. It can be fun to experience different forms, you know.”
“That's...that's okay...” Lacey gulped. “How long will they stay this way?”
“As long as they'll be useful as sheep, for that is what they are. Of course, Courtney's kind of a wolf, but she's in sheep's clothing.”
Courtney the sheep baa-ed furiously.
“But their families will be worried about them all.”
“Well, it's endearing that you're concerned about their families, Lacey. They've been so nasty to you it's a wonder you have any pity for them. You do have a big heart. Hmm, how will we reassure their loved ones?” She paused, deep in thought. “Oh – how about this?” A paper flashed into existence on the counter. Lacey scooped it up and read it:
We are going on a road trip. We had enough of school. Don't call
us and don't try to find us. Signed....
Below was a list of each girl's signatures, perfectly forged.
“Wow!” Lacey gasped, placing it back down on the counter.
“I'm good, huh?” Mother Nature grinned. “Now come with me. I know your father could always use some more sheep.”
Lacey was suddenly standing in the pasture in back of her home. Mother Nature was beside her, and the new sheep had accompanied them as well. The animals immediately set to chomping at the grass.
“Metamorphosis can make you hungry,” Mother Nature explained.
Lacey watched her tormentors as they fed voraciously. “You know, my dad will notice the extra sheep. What do I say to him?”
“No problem.” The woman stopped, knitting her eyebrows in close concentration. “He and your mother now think they've always owned the girls here.”
“Wait! You mean, you can do stuff to peoples' minds?”
“I can transform anything, my dear. Your minds are nothing. Honestly, it takes more to change a whole form as opposed to just altering a silly human brain.”
Lacey continued to regard the animals, her mind full of mixed, troubled thoughts.
But the woman could obviously read her mind like a novel. “Yes, Lacey, they are completely aware of who they are. That's Courtney's mind in the body of a sheep. However, they do get sheep instincts, since they are sheep, so, for example, the grass tastes delicious to them.”
Shaking her head, the girl finally looked away. “Did changing hurt them?”
“Oh, not at all. If they weren't so scared, they might have enjoyed it. I can make a change feel quite nice, if I have a mind to.” She kept her gaze on Lacey.
Gaping into the woman's beautiful eyes, Lacey felt a slight bit of curiosity, but it was quickly replaced with fear. She could never let herself be reduced to an animal. Her body had fought so hard through her disease – she wasn't looking to change anything about it. “No...I don't want to be a sheep,” the girl uttered, and turned back to the grazing teens.
“How about a little lamb? The exhilaration of youth is something to behold and indulge in!”
“Lacey?!” someone called from the house.
“Oh, I'm off.” Mother Nature vanished, startling the girl.
Lacey's father walked out, spying his daughter. “Oh, there you are. Shearing time's in a few days. Get all your schoolwork out of the way if you can.”
At his announcement, ten sheep stuck up their heads and began to baa anxiously.
“Something spooking them,” Lacey's father, Mr. Williamson, said. “Check around and make sure everything's okay. I'll be in the chicken coop.” He walked off, glancing around the property.
As he disappeared into the coop, the sheep that were ex-humans all gathered around Lacey, nearly mowing her down. “Cut it out, guys! What are you doing?” she exclaimed in annoyance.
Several tried to speak, but all Lacey heard was a series of truncated and increasingly frustrated bleats.
“Guys, I can't change you back, if that's what you're freaked out about.”
One of the sheep, whichever girl it was, rubbed a hoof against her wool coat, looking at Lacey questioningly.
“Oh, the shearing. That's nothing. It won't hurt you. It's like getting a haircut.”
The girls looked relieved, and several set back to grazing, but one of them merely stared at her accusingly.
Lacey felt a guilty pang. She had a feeling she knew which of her tormentors this was. “Courtney, is that you?”
The sheep nodded slowly, and Lacey could see the angry eyes tearing up.
“Courtney, as bitchy as you are, and as horrible as you've been to me, I didn't do this to you. I'm sorry.”
The sheep huffed and turned its back on her.
Lacey sulked off sorrowfully.
The morning of the shearing, Lacey watched the flock from her bedroom window. It was very obvious which were sheep and which were transformed high schoolers. The girls stood apart from the other animals, gathered in a group similar to their high school ways. For the whole time they had been on the farm, they acted just as sheep – although Lacey had seen them hide in back of the barn, assumedly when they felt the need to go to the bathroom...
So the humanity was still there, and this knowledge haunted Lacey. What did they feel like, trapped in animal bodies? Were they scared? They seemed to be enjoying their meal and their new existence...
“They're fine, Lacey.”
Lacey jumped as she viewed Mother Nature suddenly behind her. “Aren't they sad? Don't they miss their lives?”
Mother Nature sat down on the chair in the corner. “Sort of. But the longer they're in animal form, the more used to it they get. They're all very calmed by their new lives. It's very good for them. You'll see when I turn them back.”
“When?”
“When they served their purpose and helped you. Now let's get shearing those coats of theirs. That'll help your family, won't it?”
The girl smiled. “Yes.”
Mr. Williamson and his helpers found some of the sheep to be unusually jumpy, yet at the same time, the amount and quality of wool they gathered was unprecedented. There seemed to be more than there was sheep to get it from.
Lacey just grinned as she clipped the last bits of Courtney's coat. “Thanks, girl.” She swatted at the sheep, driving her off.
Despite Mother Nature's forged 'road trip' note, the missing girls were constantly in the news. With each passing day, Lacey grew more and more depressed about this development, wondering when Mother Nature would be finished with her classmates. There was a satisfaction in knowing they were being punished, but she wished it had been a bit less drastic than turning them into animals for all this time.
But the girls were hard at work, their coats growing so fast that instead of the yearly shearing, the confused Mr. Williamson found himself shearing ten particular sheep nearly weekly.
“Wow,” he said after finishing up one night. “These girls...I've never seen wool grow this fast. We can sure use it, though. It's like a miracle, honestly.” He wiped at his brow, and Lacey smiled. Mother Nature was providing for them.
The wool was uncommonly clean and free of tags and debris, so Mr. Williamson had an easy time of preparing the fleeces for market. He gathered up the rolled wool and carted it off, leaving Lacey with the ten shorn sheep. Several of them glanced at her in annoyance, and one, which probably was Courtney, urinated on her.
“Hey! How could you!” Lacey shook her foot off angrily. “That was disgusting! Courtney, was that you?” But all the sheep ignored her and walked off into the field to graze.
Lacey glared at them, irritated that she had wasted her pity on the girls. Mother Nature was obviously much more wise than she, and if this was the right way of treating the spoiled schoolgirls, than she was fine with it.
“Do you feel better now?” asked a voice behind her.
She turned to view Mother Nature herself, smiling.
“I guess so. I'm too...nice. Even after the way they treated me, I thought about what it must be like for them, becoming animals and eating grass... Not being with their families...”
“But now you don't feel that way?”
“Well, I guess I still do, but...well, I see that they're still mean...”
“They've provided your family with more wool than you could gather in several years,” Mother Nature pointed out.
Lacey kicked her feet in the dirt. “I know, and I'm grateful.”
“I know you are.”
“I also know that they'll probably never bother me again, after what you did to them for hurting me.”
“You're quite right.”
Inhaling deeply, Lacy uttered, “I guess you should turn them back now.”
“I will, just after we make absolutely sure they don't bother you again.”
“I don't think–”
“Trust me now,” the woman grasped her shoulder, “and let yourself enjoy this,” she whispered.
A calm flowed through Lacey, and she somehow knew there was nothing to worry about as her body began to change. She was shrinking, and Mother Nature gently urged her onto all fours as her hands and feet grew into paws. A sleek coat of gray fur crept over her body, bathing her in a soft warmth, and she could feel her face growing into a snout. There was her tail, bursting from the bottom of her spine...
Mother Nature bent down and patted her on her head as she tried to accustom herself to her new form. “You're a lamb in wolf's clothing.”
What does that mean? Lacey asked in her mind.
“Stop being a lamb. Now you're a wolf. Go do what wolves do.”
But Lacey merely stood there, trying to come to terms with the fact that she was an animal. Everything felt different; the very way she stood and how the mass of her body was distributed on her delicate paws was strangely odd. Flicking her tail, she sniffed at the air. She could smell the sheep, and a growing urge was building up inside of her...
“Go Lacey. Give them a scare they'll never forget!”
I hate those bitches! Lacey lunged at the grazing females, aiming straight for the middle of the group. The ten sheep scattered in every direction, bleating hysterically. She snapped at their heels, dodging and then leaping at them, relishing in her new dexterity and swiftness.
She felt wonderful.
Finally she cornered one sheep. From the anger in its eyes, she knew it could only be Courtney. Baring her sharp teeth at her, she slowly paced around the sheep until it was cowering, and a pleading look met Lacey's eyes.
But Lacey didn't care. The animal in her threw her towards the sheep, violently pushing it down and pinning it to the ground. It mewled pitifully, and Lacey licked her chops. She wanted to tear into this animal and sink her teeth into its raw innards...
“Get away from my sheep! How the hell did you get in here?”
Her father's voice jarred her, sending her back to herself. She gazed down at the sheep in horror. What am I doing?
“Get out of here!”
Lacey hopped the fence and ran into the woods. Frantically, she went deeper and deeper until there was hardly any sunlight filtering through the trees. She stopped against an ancient tree to catch her breath. As wonderful as this was, and despite how invigorated she felt, there was also guilt at what she might have done...
“You're fine. I wouldn't have let you kill her.”
Mother Nature was before her, her eyes bright. “Are you at least enjoying being a wolf?”
Lacey nodded.
“I'll give you more time like this, if you wish.”
What about the girls?
“They've done their penance. I think they've been sufficiently taught, and they were appropriately scared by the Big Bad Wolf.”
Lacey coughed.
“They're girls again. I changed them back.”
Far off, a wolf howled, and Lacey looked longingly in its direction.
“You want to run with my babies? Go! Submit to the instincts! Free yourself!”
Lacey sped off.
The night was full of adventure, running as one with a pack that surprisingly accepted her. When morning came, and Mother Nature offered to let her remain a wolf as long as she liked, she was torn. She enjoyed this new body so much, and for once, she was one of the pack, not the outcast she was in school. But at the same time, she thought of the angst that Courtney and the other girls' families had gone through, and she knew she could never do that to her own loved ones.
So, after a quick doze as a wolf, she returned to human form, feeling defeated.
But back in school, the girls never teased her again, and several went as far as to befriend her. Courtney kept her distance, and for the first time in a while, Lacey did not loathe attending school. She felt better, stronger, and even her hair was coming back.
Not that any of that mattered now. For she had run with the wolves.