Tyler is your name, as born to the Keenly family, being the second to the eldest son, he being Frank. The family in general had on it a curse. The curse came from a long dead grandfather who during his life sat as a judge during the Salem witchcraft trials.
As the story was told from father to son within the family, a witch on trial tried to use her gender to sway the judgement, and when she taunted, coaxing, flaunted before him of what old granddad, he took it as an insult. Somewhere during the lengthy trial, the witch woman approached granddad and tried to kiss him. He slapped her face, and had the woman flogged in public for her being so daring. The witch woman cursed then granddad, as caused him to ignore his wife and see then the lovely attributes of jennet donkeys.
As told, the history of granddad turned a fated corner, and he ceased to be, but was suspected that he became a donkey himself.
Since then, as though the decades, each new generation, the menfolk when coming of age, usually at eighteen, but some at twenty-one, they began to show physical aberrations, deviating from being all human, to becoming in part or all as an animal; mattering upon their personal preferences toward various animal breeds.
Anthropic deviations in the species of all males in the family, as many like granddad went the way of being equines, donkey, ponies, horses, and one odd relation went full-on into becoming a stallion Zebra.
The planning to attend a college brought on the need to earn money, and when a girlfriend did the arrangements, her grand idea for getting a good paying job was as a farmhand at her Uncle's goat milking business.
Mother was not happy at the choosing to work at milking goats, as their species and mine might well merge. Mom was right, as during that first summer my body became infected from association with doe goats. The milking was done by hands on, and the lunch time breaks came with served up goat milk to drink. As such, I became as one socially diseased, as cursed male, my body began to grow black goat fur, as similar to the black color of my human hair.
Fur sprigs grew around my ears, as flared big my eyebrows. Clipping off of the fur caused it to spread, as gaining fur covering all my neck, and soon then my chest and back. The growth of black fur was unrelenting, spreading to by the end of the first summer working at the goat farm, I had a full body pelt of black goat fur from head to my feet.
Mr. Darren who owned the goat farm had seen me showering before leaving the farm to go home. He asked as how the fur happened and I told him of our family history. To say the dear man questioned the tale as told, was to me not a laughing matter.
The body fur was but the beginning to fall and winter months of ridicule at high school, by foes and friends knowing I had grown a pelt of goat fur. Class girls thought to date me and wanted to comb their long petite fingers through the curly locks of goat fur what covered my body, arms, legs and everywhere. Their sensual taunting worked to arouse me, and from my male feeling as stout, the curse moved to cause me changing of my maleness to be that like a buck goat.
My working around the doe goats and milking them began to affect my preference of liking doe goats as friendly companionship more so than dating girls. Oh but please understand me that I never thought to act like some buck goat in rut, no, no way, as that is evil.
My third summer spent milking goats caused me to sprout two horns growing from the peak of my forehead. The drinking of goat milk at break times and lunch worked to enhance my horns to grow some eight inches long. It happened that summer my ears conformed to being similar of what a goat has for floppy ears. My mother cried when she first noticed I had sprouted horns.
My two younger brothers, Jay and Wilson both thought my changed self as really neat.
Dad had left the family some years earlier, as when I turned ten, he by then resembled being more a Jack donkey, that mom later sold dad to an amusement park for him to pull a trolley. My dad never saw how his son had changed or caused the curse to include then of bovine animals as possible futures of the family males.
When came the end of summer and my time to return to school, what had become me was more an Anthropic male goat than I was looking human enough to attending high school. I tried then home-schooling and tending to my studies I gained the next spring my graduated high school degree. I wondered what to do next when again my still friendly girl-friend suggest the entry into the Mythical College.
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