Every day in the long, slow march to sheephood was an all-new experience they were determined to savor. First was their ears, pointing and stretching out beyond their hair, flicking involuntarily. Then a dusting of wool spread down their arms, and they couldn't get enough of the sensations, stroking each other as they embraced. And now today, their muzzles began to form...still largely hairless and human, but enough to feel radically different. They nuzzled their noses together, reveling in their growing animalism, knowing that each fleeting moment was the last time they'd be that human ever again...