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"What a view," I said to myself, while riding the elevator up the side of the tall building. It was an external elevator; and offered a view of the entire city as it climbed higher. Most of the structures were old and patched up as needed, ugly, maintained only for function. This was one of the tallest buildings in the city, one of the more modern ones sprouting around its edges. They would probably demolish the centre area one day, I thought to myself. Given it was increasingly becoming an eyesore to the surrounding residents.

I was glad to be leaving it.

I distracted my mind with the view, just for a moment, giving it rest from the anxieties that had plagued me the last few weeks. I had made my decision, I had been prepared, this was my path. But I was still trembling a little, how could I not? It is not every day that you carry the burden of a company's investment, millions in treatments in preparation, preparation to make me a mother.

My life had not been a very good one. I was thrown out of my uncaring families home as soon as I was of legal age; and was left to fend for myself. I couldn't seem to hold on to any job, I never was very good at school work. I made the mistake of using a few short cuts for easy income, less than legal ones, and I had paid for those mistakes in serving my sentence. But the world that greeted me upon leaving was a unforgiving one, now especially that I had a criminal record. I had tried my very best to do well, to fit in, but it never seemed to work out.

So here I am, special they tell me. Only a very small number of the population are compatible for these treatments; and I happened to be one of them. For once there was something I could excel at. I didn't need any qualifications, any skills or experience. I simply had to be healthy and willing. That latter part I've been struggling with, but there is no going back now. I signed those contracts, I took those injections, they would not let go of their investment now.

All that was required of me now was to sign one last contract at head office, sign myself over to the company, and they would be legally obligated to take care of me. I wasn't necessarily signing away my rights, more acquiring them. The company would have to meet my every need, my every demand; within reason. I wasn't signing my life away, I kept trying to convince myself, I was entering a life liberated from the financial burdens and hardships of every day human life. And with that, the bell rang; and the lift had arrived at its destination.

The opening doors greeted me to a very wooden corridor, stained dark and gleaming with polish. There were many classically designed items on display, paintings made to look old and stylish furniture. Those with money often designed their living and working environments with such an appearance, only those with money could actually afford wood. A far cry from the plastic, concrete and steel environments the general public were forced to live in. Such an environment spoke to the soul, as if reminding it of a better and happier past, and with that my nerves were partially calmed.

A man in a fine suit appeared from behind a wooden door at the end of the corridor.

"Miss Swan I presume", to which I nodded in response. He then opened the door wider and gestured that I should enter, I did so cautiously. Inside I found an office similarly decoration to the corridor I had just left, indicating that I was dealing with an individual of high position within the company. He wasted no time in pulling out a wooden cushioned seat and then made his way to his own on the other side, clearly anxious to get the formality's over with.

Once seated he wasted no time in sliding a thick official looking contract in front of me.

"I presume you are aware of its contents?" he said.

"Yes" I said, quietly and avoiding eye contact.

He continued "Then I assume we need not spend any more time reading it. It is more for your benefit than our own. I'm sure you understand that various groups view what we do with different opinion, and that this is our compromise; in an effort to please all parties".

He looked to me with a friendly smile, a fake smile; one can come to expect from such businessmen. He leaned back in his creaking chair and continued "Comply with the companies needs, and you will be taken care of. You need not worry about anything again".

He pushed a large decorated pen in front of me, my signature giving the impression of choice. But I had already signed my life away prior, with the many other contracts I had placed my name on. They already practically owned me, this was just the agreement on what they would have to do on their part, something they were only willing to present to me; after they were sure they had me. I signed it gladly, as it was against my interests not to do so. But I knew there was a catch in this contract, one that wouldn't have made sense; unless you knew what I was agreeing to.

The contract of guaranteed protection and welfare wasn't for a person, it was illegal for a company to own a person. It was for an animal.

It wasn't long before the man had led me back down the corridor and down the elevator. Again I was treated with a rare view of the city, most likely the last time I'd lay my eyes on it. When we had reached ground floor, there was already a car parked up to escort me to my next destination. The company did not wish to place any unnecessary risks on their latest acquirement. The journey would take a few hours, I was told, so I spent that time thinking on all that had happened.

The company specialized in pharmaceuticals created through studying lifeforms. From starfish in the ocean, to the ants running along the pavement. It was surprising how many medical treatments and cosmetics could be developed for humans; based on what you learned from studying animals. But this blue ball in space has seemingly become smaller over the years, as communication and transportation had advanced. They had learned almost everything there is to know from the animal kingdom. Probed almost every species on the planet, right to the core.

This led the company to a predicament, where to go from here? They were still learning, but seemingly very little at this point, risking stagnation. It was then it was decided that they would work back through time, reconstructing extinct species from fossils for study. They have made some great advancements since then, bringing back what was once lost so long ago. In the last decade they had finally perfected their most grand resurrection, their signature species, the dinosaurs.

And this is where I came in. The resurrection had proved... difficult. Until it was found that using mutagens to transform humans was by far the easiest and most efficient method. Recreational transformations have been available for quite some time, it was simply a matter of tweaking them for purpose. But mutagens were temporary for a reason, as there was still ethical and practical boundaries. But these transformations went further than simply being permanent, they took the transformation to a whole new level. You didn't become part animal, you became the animal.

In a world were 70% conversion was gradually reaching acceptance, you would think 100% pure blooded animal wouldn't turn too many heads. But it did, all the more that it was permanent. The final insult to ones humanity, the slippery slope preachers of older generations argued. So that was the final contract, the compromise. Ensuring that those who volunteered would be granted suitable rights above that of animals, and that they would be cared for with dignity and respect. If not for their benefit, then just to calm public opposition. They didn't want some poor slob such as myself signing their human rights away, just because they were desperate, desperate for something more than their human life had offered them.

I do this because I have nothing else. No job, no qualifications, no friends or close family. I failed as a human, maybe I would do better as an animal? It was a job for life, simply to live in a different form; and cooperate with the companies research. But when I first began my application, I never imagined what awaited me. I'm special, they kept telling me. I was a rarity, one of a few with just the right genes. Because you see, unlike most of those that go through the transformation, I can become pregnant. That is why they invested millions in ensuring that my body was ready; prior to the transformation. They want me to become a mother, a mother to a dinosaur.

As if waiting to be turned into an extinct species wasn't stressful enough. They had several successful couplings between male and female candidates in the past. One of them even had a book written for them of their experience, which I had studied previously. As the reviews had suggested, the highly descriptive dino erotica didn't sit too well with the public. Something that the author had difficulty grasping, given their altered perception. My stomach turned at the thought of having sex with a giant lizard, any none human for that matter, even if they were once human themselves. So I had it agreed that artificial insemination be used, a simple and easy to fulfil request.

I was quite a lucky find for them, given that they had a male of this species capable of reproduction; but not a female. What the species I'm compatible with is; they had yet to reveal to me, as that was to be disclosed at a later time. That time was now, as the car I was in had now left the city; and was travelling across the countryside. A rare treat for a city girl such as myself, that only got to see greenery in plant pots and designated public areas. This was the true outdoors, green grass and bushes spreading toward the mountains in the distance, very few trees though.

I was being taken to a remote facility, one built specifically to house and research dinosaurs. It had to be far from the city, as the amount of space required for such a facility was considerable and space came at a premium these days. My heart began to race, from fear or excitement I could not tell. My path was sealed. No matter what my wandering mind may think of what awaited me, it couldn't be worse than going back to the life I had in that city.

When I arrived I recognised a few of the people lined up to greet me. My doctor, or should I say my soon to be veterinarian? My physiologist to keep me sane during the change, my physical therapist to help me adjust to the new body, my brave dentist and a variety of other specialists assigned to me by the company. I had only arrived and I already had a range of expert care set up for me, some of which I had already spent some time with in preparation for the big day.

The facility was massive, like they connected a row of football stadiums together. The interior was all the more impressive, as the corridors were bigger than the house I grew up in. Seemingly kitted out with top of the line equipment, and I could swear we passed a flat cushioned couch the size of a swimming pool. I could only assume the facility had been adapted to allow the mobility and comfort of the residents, which included more than just the care workers and scientists. After all, we were expected to live here.

During the tour I was shown what could only be described as an artificial jungle, the centre of the facility was full of lush vegetation and expensive trees. But it wasn't as random and chaotic as one would expect from nature. There were pathways and clear areas, a fresh water stream running through the environment; and a small lake under a waterfall. It was the sort of place you only saw in films and dreams, alien to the crowded and dirty urban environment I came from.

In my amazement I did not notice what had crept up behind me, as I turned to come face to face with a large toothy snout. I screamed, recoiling with shock and flying off in a random direction for some distance. I heard the guide call a name and a unusual sound behind me. I turned and to my surprise I found the guide looking disappointed at the large reptile, as it appeared to be laughing in its own way. I recalled where I was once again, remembering that this was probably one of the residents having a little fun at my expense.

Cautiously, I returned to where the tour guide and the large lizard was standing. It had a massive chunky green body and two comically small arms. It's snout was quite long and had bumps running along the top of it, though the large sharp teeth was the most dominant feature to me. The guide apologised on behalf of the giant lizard, to which I asked what it was.

"It is a girl, and I have a name" the big lizard announced, seeming slightly annoyed with me.

The toothy response took me by surprised, "it... she can talk?".

The guide went on to explain. "Being able to clearly communication your needs was one of the requirements expected of our company, along with maintaining your cognitive capabilities. So we made some tweaks to dinosaur biology to enable you to talk. Just don't try to say something complicated, we could only do so much" he said amusedly before continuing.

"These changes differ between species and require little training to get used to, they won't be passed on to any offspring".

"Offspring?" The dinosaur seemed to bob on the spot. "Oh you're compatible are you? Lucky girl, they will be taking extra care of you. Not that compatibility has ever stopped me and Jonathan" The dinosaur giggled, but it came out more like a snort.

The guide cleared his throat to distract from the awkwardness, "Let me introduce you to Alioramus remotus, otherwise known as Lucy. Lucy, this is Miss Swan. She will be joining us at the facility as a permanent resident".

The guide continued speaking to the silly beast, but I didn't hear what he was saying. I could only hear my heart in my ears, I was seeing what I would become. It was a dinosaur, an actual living breathing dinosaur. There was a human being inside of that chunky alien form, a human mind feeling and controlling that body. I had seen recreational mutagens in use before, but this was a whole other level. Could... could I really become this?

My line of thought was severed when I somehow noticed the lack of conversation taking place, despite not taking notice of it prior. The lizard had an unusual expression on its face, with half closed eyes. Which was soon explained when I turned to the guide, to see him using a rough brush he had carried at his side on her outer thigh.

"Hey, get a room you two!" I said somewhat crossly.

The lizard seemed to find amusement in what I said, and she responded "Just wait until you have no arms to scratch with, you will be asking for assistance soon enough". She gave what I assumed was another saurian attempt at expressing laughter, then wandered off with her tail bobbing behind. She had her fun.

She was right though, I suppose. I should get used to not being able to do everything I can now; and become comfortable with some new ideas. Right now I'm taking a lot for granted, clothing for one, as I caught a unsavoury angle of the big lizard; as she leaned down to inspect some plant life. Most definitely a girl, though I wish I didn't have the evidence displayed in such a fashion.

"Shall we move on then" I hinted to the guide, who seemed unmoved by her presence.

The rest of the facility was what I had come to expect from my previous exploration. Bleeding edge, clean, highly staffed and of course plenty of room for dinosaur movement in the appropriate areas. The research part was largely hidden down human sized corridors. What surprised me the most was the amount of accommodation to ensure a fulfilling lifestyle in what is essentially a giant cage. Adapted bathrooms for various sizes, staffed wash rooms that looked more like private swimming pools with easy access, private bedrooms, even modern entertainment.

They had gone out of their way to ensure that despite their residents essentially being animals, that they were well looked after and accommodated. A state of the art zoo, catered with human needs in mind. The price however was that you could not leave this place, well looked after maybe; but still a captive. Clearly they didn't want dinosaurs wandering around the urban environments, any outside interaction was done electronically through monitors. Despite that, this place was heaven compared to where I had left. There was nothing out there for me, only fear and depression.

"I... I think I'm ready".

The guide led me to a restricted area, where he handed me over to some medical staff. They in turn led me to what looked like a private ward, where I would be spending the first part of the procedure. I was told this would be different than using a crude recreational mutagen, to ensure the purest level of transformation; the process would be slow. Any variation from the core species would impact research findings and prevent impregnation. Not that I had ever used a recreational mutagen, not on the income I was getting.

I was given a hospital gown and told to get changed behind a screen, the type that opened at the back. For once that being practical given the form I'd likely take, there was plenty of tail growing room.

The nervousness that spared me during my exploration of the facility had once again returned with a vengeance. Several doctors were tweaking instruments surrounding the bed I was now lying on. Given the human sized bed, I expected the transformation would not be completed during this session, assuming they wanted to keep the bed intact. Thankfully doctors had already inspected my body in detail at a prior date, for whatever reason, so I would be spared of that awkwardness until the changes had progressed a bit.

"This will hurt just for a moment" one of the doctors warned, a few seconds before placing a drip in my arm.

This was it, the advanced mutagen dripping into my bloodstream and flooding my body, the beginning of my transformation. Surprisingly the doctors left the room shortly after that, the last one pulling out a remote; and activating a television before departing with the rest of them. The television displayed the companies logo and some upbeat background music. Normally I was not one for information videos, but given that my whole life was about to change; the minute and a half before it began was unbearable.

An upbeat women's voice introduced the company I was already well aware of; and thanked me for donating my body to world class research for the betterment of all. Honestly, all I cared about was what form I'll be spending the rest of my life in. The video went on to talk about excellent facilities, friendly staff, lifelong care, none intrusive study... ah! I finally had a name for the species I would become.

"You have been chosen to become a Utahraptor. Utahraptor is the largest known member of the theropod family Dromaeosauridae, dating back 126 million years ago" said the video.

I looked at a 3D rendering of the form I'll be taking for the remainder of my life. It seemed I'll be slightly bigger than Lucy, and Lucy was big. Thankfully slimmer looking; despite the size difference. Cuter looking too. I laughed at myself for suggesting that one dinosaur could be a better looker than the other, given my inexperience with the species. Clearly I just wanted to one up the poor girl.

Unlike Lucy, this dinosaur looked further down the evolutionary track. It was like a primitive bird, its body full of brown feathers with the odd bit of colour instead of scales; and it had wing like arms. It also had the formation of a bird like tail at the end of its long reptilian one, adding to the avian theme. Feathers were props, as they would have to do in place of clothing, hopefully protecting against unwanted exposure. Given my situation I could have done worse, so I tried to think along the positives of becoming this colourful creature.

It was then that I realized I didn't feel as anxious as I did when first entering the room. In fact, I felt quite excited. This was all new to me, a chance to start a different life. My deep rooted insecurity had been replaced with a lively curiosity.

The lecture droned on, how they were expected to have lived and hunted didn't seem relevant to my situation. I don't think the company would appreciate it if I were to hunt other residents. I didn't particularly care about how my human ancestors lived and hunted, so why would I care about this? I was more interested in what I could expect living in that body, normal bodily functions and such, but the video seemed to not prioritize that information. I suppose I'd just have to figure it out first hand.

Ignoring the video, I turned my attention to myself. It had been a good half hour since that drip was inserted; and normally the signs of mutagen transformation was immediate. The doctors weren't exaggerating when they said this method would take some time, as I couldn't see or feel any noticeable changes. Though I did feel quite hot, like I was coming down with something. So something must have been going on inside. It was when I began to yawn that a doctor finally entered the room and turned off the retched video. Apparently the video was long winded on purpose; according to him. A distraction he said, and he paused to removed the drip from my arm while saying this, until the entire mixture had been absorbed.

Well if it was meant as a distraction it didn't do a very good job. I found the strands hanging out of my garments more distracting than the video, probably part of the reason I didn't do too well at school. Regardless, I inquired as to when I could first see any changes.

"Your body has been saturated with the mutagen. The first changes take a while, as the body gets used to absorbing the mixture. Once we start seeing the first changes; expect your progress to accelerate. Until then" He hands me a cup of tea "Just relax, food will be brought to you shortly". With that he handed me the remote and left the room, the sound of locks automatically moving into place.

There wasn't much for me to do but lay there in the bed and watch the television. Hardly a far cry from my previous existence, but at least the bed was comfortable and the television was large. He said the food would be here shortly, but I could feel myself gradually getting hungrier by the minute. By the time it had arrived I so starving, so much so that I didn't ask why the meal consisted entirely of large cuts of meat. By the time I had downed the lot, much to my surprise, I figured this must be part of the process. More so when a second helping of meat arrived and I somehow had room to spare. That second helping had put my hunger to rest; and I was quite happy to sit back and watch some television.

So comfortable, so soft and warm, I quickly dosed off.

I realized I had just had a nap when I found myself rubbing my eyes, somewhat roughish, and the television had been turned off. I say a nap, but a quick glance at the clock across the room told me it was the next day. Luckily the room I was in was connected to a bathroom, so I got out the bed and made my way in that direction. Tipy tap, tipy tap, tipy tap. I would have stopped to inspect the noise; but the bathroom was calling to me.

Once inside, I pulled up my gown in preparation for use of the toilet. But my intended action was delayed when I found myself staring at my crotch area. Small feathers coated my privates, running down my inner thighs and up my stomach. They thinned as they distanced from the most concentrated areas; and had partially decorated the under side of my breasts. I lowered one of my hands to rub across them, my hand with talon like fingers, each feather offering sensation as I explored across my stomach and chest.

After some intense inspection my eyes wandered to my feet, which had altered in appearance dramatically, becoming somewhat talon like; like my hands. Two of my toes on both feet had merged into one, giving me four on each. Plus my big toes were curling upward with considerably larger claws. I lifted one of the toes, and let it rest on the floor again. Tip. I did the same with the other side. Tap. At least I knew what was causing the noise now, sharp talons tapping on the hard tiled floor as I walked.

Mirror, I needed see my face. Though it seems they had figured I wouldn't be quite ready for that, as there was no mirror in sight. Though what I couldn't see I could feel, as I ran my hands through my hair; and felt a head thick with feathers instead. It seemed all the hairs across my body had been replaced by them, even under my armpits.

I turned back to my body, eager to investigate any other changes that may have taken place. Though the most major one announced itself as I backed up against the wall, the tip of it hitting the surface long before my back did. Sure enough, as I reached back with both clawed hands, a tail like growth was present at my lower back. This was the most unusual sensation, a totally new limb. It felt as if it was still long off what I had seen in the video yesterday, but to my current human form; was still quite large. I remained holding it and moved it up and down, trying to get a feel for its motions. Then when I had a general idea, I managed to move it myself. Sure enough the new limb was responding well, and I found myself playfully flicking it around in amusement.

But the toilet could not wait any longer.

Tipy tap, tipy tap. As I made my way across the tiled floor and back to my bed, bowls emptied and skin given a make do clean. Maybe they had put something in the mutagen? Despite my probably monstrous appearance; I didn't seem too concerned about it. I was more amused about my altered state than freaked out, curious about how the changes felt to the touch; and in what ways I could move that tail. Once under the covers I lifted the tail a few times, just to see the covers rise, a reminder that there was something new under there.

A knock on the door and food arrived, more plates of succulent meat, protein for my growing body. It was easier to chew today, which on inspection was because my teeth had sharpened. It enabled me to get it down faster, to which my haste rewarded me with another plate. My hunger seeming to grow as the changes progressed.

After dinner, my personal doctor entered the room to see how I was doing. We had a short chat about the itchiness of the feathers, which he assured me would pass in time. Of course the inevitable nude inspect was requested, to which I complied. I got a weird sensation as the gown was pulled from me, with some parts of my skin being warmed by the feathers; while still bare skin felt the shivery cold.

I didn't take much issue with the physical inspection. He mostly circled me and asked me to lift my arms or stand on a leg, until I was asked to kneel on all fours on the bed. He lifted my tail up to look at my feathery nether regions, parting some of the feathers for closer inspection. I felt like a dog on a vets table being checked for worms. I may not be considered human at this point, but I was still embarrassed about by nude body being inspected so closely.

He then got on his knees and started inspecting my feet. I took that as a signal to let the tail down, which then plopped on his head; and was quickly moved to the side by his hand. Despite the awkwardness I found it a bit amusing, but he was very professional about the inspection and didn't complain. He then asked me to sit on the bed and face him. A light was shined in my eyes, a device used to look down my ears; and then he asked me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. It was like a typical doctors visit from then on, though I was surprised by the length of my tongue.

He seemed satisfied with the inspection. Giving me a smile and telling me everything was fine, everything was progressing nicely. While packing away his tools, he informed me some adapted clothing would arrive shortly for my current stage; and that I would be free to wander across the facility in none restricted areas. Get some exercise and fresh air, something that sounded most appealing after being locked in this room for so long.

Sure enough a women arrived with with my cloths, but HE was with her, my physiologist. I didn't particularly like him, given the previous experiences I had during the weeks of preparation. He didn't express much emotion, but seemed intent on bullying a reaction out of me. Now that I had started my treatments, I could only imagine the sessions would become more intense. He thanked the women and took my cloths from her, giving them a look as he slowly walked across the room; and placed them on a small table.

In a critical tone, he stated the session.

"You seem to be trying to cover up in my presence. I do realize I'm a man and there is a social etiquette to adhere to; when in the presence of a naked women. But I don't see any women in here. You should do yourself a favour, pass on the clothes, you will have to do without them eventually."

I simply beamed him a stare, maintaining minimal exposure of my most private areas.

"Oh" he responded, "so you think you are still a women? Tell me..." he approached to an uncomfortable distance; and ran his hands through my hair, the area feeling tainted from his touch. "And what would these be? I haven't met any women with feathers before. I've seen quite a few animals with them; but never a women. Never a human."

With a low voice I responded in protest. "Mutagens have been around for quite a while, sir."

"That they have," he added, "but do you know the fundamental difference between a mutagen and what you are getting?" He inquired, answering before giving me a chance to respond. "If I were to test the DNA of a person on a mutagen, it would come back human. Because the changes are largely cosmetic, a rearrangement of mass to vaguely resemble the desired species. But!" He continued "If I were to test yours...".

His dramatic pause ended with his face lowering to meet mine, looking me right in the eyes; as if gauging my response. I wanted to turn away, but he held my cheeks in place.

"There is little left to learn from a misshaped human; or the child of such a person. A human being does not wake up in the morning and find feathers, despite being clean of mutagen. A human being does not have claws or a tail. Miss Swan, you are an animal. When they are done with you; you will be able to become pregnant with a dinosaur because you will be a dinosaur. Not a human in the shape of a dinosaur, but a totally different species. Your DNA will be that of a animal and any children you may have, will also be animals. The only thing separating yourself from the dogs squatting in the street would be a piece of official paper, forcing people to treat you like a real person."

I had to contain myself during his belittlement of my form. Honestly, he worked for this company. Shouldn't he be encouraging me during this change? Making me more comfortable about it?

"So tell me, Miss Swan" he continued. "If you are a different species, then why do you need to cover up for others? I mean, how many people care if their pet cat sees them naked? I assure you, I'm not going to look at you in that way, I'm not into animals" he said, before the best laugh his stiff face could muster.

Given the claws I had, I could have given him a good scar to remember me. I knew this was some sort of test, this sort of talk was completely out of order. But nevertheless he was infuriating; and I wanted to retaliate somehow. Even as I thought this I could feel my tail stiffening and violently flicking side to side, expressing what I hoped to hide in my face.

I calmed myself, readying for my response.

"We are all animals, sir. All that separates humans from wild animals is our high degree of intelligence, intelligence that will be preserved; regardless of what my exterior looks like. In the same way dolphins deserve special treatment for their intelligence; so will I, despite not being related to humans".

Now feeling more confident, I continued "And as for me covering up... well I'm not done yet, these breasts and genitals are still very much human in appearance, so if you don't mind..."

A grin spread across his face, seeming pleased with my response. "Very well then, I'll redirect my vision" and after saying so; he faced the door. "But those breasts and genitalia won't look human for much longer. So I wonder, when the time comes, will you be able to walk the corridors of this facility without a thread? I don't think they make this adapted clothing in that size."

"Without a thread" I echoed.

With that he left the room, leaving me to visibly deflate. What a prick, he works in a facility full of people that were brave enough to change species; and he compared them to "dogs squatting in the street". Well from what I had seen we use bathrooms here, so I didn't know what he was on about. He sounded like I was supposed to be sickened by the animal traits on my body, what was he: speciesist?

Once I was sure he was gone I looked down at my privates, slightly leaning back on the bed and parting my legs for better visibility. My genitals were mostly hidden under the fluffy brown feathers decorating the area. Nervously I reached down and parted them, not knowing what to expect. Sure enough they had altered in appearance. I wasn't sure how I did feel about it, it was of course expected; but seeing them there on me was a different matter.

And they would change more, a lot more. I recalled that dinosaurs had a cloaca, I still had an anus at this time; but both it and my genitals were due to meet. What on Earth was I supposed to think about that? Disgust? Well I was going to get one whether I liked it or not, so thinking along those lines didn't help. If there was one thing my psychologist achieved, it was to get me to really think on how I felt about these changes. Perhaps that was the point. Had I really prepared myself for this? The tail was fun, but it represented something I'd have to come to terms with.

"I'm not human any more..."

Dressed in some sandals and baggy cloths with tail accommodation, I left the room for the first time since I had begun my transformation. I was a little nervous, given that I was neither human; nor a full blooded dinosaur. I didn't know if I would be treated the same as when I arrived, or as an animal resident. Whatever the case, Lucy seemed to be treated fairly enough, so I ventured forward.

Did they clear the facility for my arrival yesterday? Because today was buzzing with activity. Where yesterday I had only seen one pure blooded dinosaur, there was now at least five wandering or casually hanging around the large area. I couldn't for the life of me name the different species, though I recognised some of the basic types from TV documentaries. Two of them seemed to just be hanging out, while some others were surrounded by a group of scientists having discussions. I didn't see Lucy anywhere, so gravitated toward an area containing people closer to my size. Meeting one large dinosaur was intimating enough, I think I'll take my time meeting the others, at least until I grow a little forehand so that they didn't seem so big.

I wandered to what looked like a staff cafeteria, there were many empty bench seats; as it wasn't during a meal time. A few staff were sat inside though, reading over some notes while sipping a drink. I still felt a stronger association with them than the large beasts near by, so I cautiously entered and hoped I was allowed in this area. A women didn't look too busy, savouring a cup of tea; with no work notes in sight. So I chanced it and got their attention.

"Excuse me, am I allowed in here?" I inquired.

She turned to me and seemed to take in my appearance for a moment. "Allowed? Certainly. Though as you can imagine, we don't get many residents in here; given the low roof" She said with a friendly smile. "Given that you are in the early stages, I'd recommend getting any interest in this area out of your system in advance. Please, sit".

I accepted the invitation and joined her on the bench. How odd it must have looked from behind, two women sat together, one with a short feathery tail swaying side to side.

She started the conversation. "Normally I deal with those post transformation, it's nice to meet someone in the earlier stages. Sometimes I think we need to remember that at the end of the day we are all human here, and that the differences are only skin deep. I look at you and I see your humanity, it is simply being buried under scales, or feathers in your case".

Her words were a bit daunting, given that they suggested under the professionalism; that some of the staff here really did simply see the dinosaur residents as animals. But I could understand, I had difficulty associating with those beasts as well. I didn't like the idea of people pretending to to like and respect me, but I suppose given the working environment that was inevitable.

She seemed to read some concern in my face, so changed the subject. She raised her hand to my face, and then ran her fingers through my feathery hair.

"Feathers" she said. "Not very common here, we usually only get a variety of scales. I imagine you will look quite the character when you are done. So, how are you handling the changes?" she inquired, seeming genuinely interested.

"Well", I gestured to my tail, "I think they are kind of fun. There is something exciting about feeling something so different. Like spending most of your life in the same part of the world, and then one day getting to explore a new country. A new world with a different culture, with fresh sights and sounds. You come alive, mundane things like walking or feeling the wind on your skin becoming an adventure."

She chuckled at my optimism, seeming pleased with my take on things.

"Though I must say" I continued, "I think some of these doctors are pervs!"

She had to restrain herself from laughing out loud.

I explained "I think that doctor was checking out more than my recent changes, he seemed pretty interested in some shifty areas. He has probably spent too much time with the dino girls; and not enough with other humans."

"Maybe, maybe" she joked before taking another sip of her tea; and then continuing. "But honestly, it's standard procedure for every part of a residents body to be inspected during their changes, including down there" she reassured me. "They have to make sure everything is developing correctly. There is no reason it shouldn't; but best to be safe, right?".

"I guess" I said. "Though I suppose 'down there' is important in my case, considering they expect me to get pregnant when the changes are done."

The humour faded from her face, her voice becoming more concerned. "So, you're compatible are you? Good for you, really, those who are compatible get the best care here. But... but you know what to expect after the laying, right?"

"Yeah" I said quietly, "They told me all about it, I know what to expect..."

Wishing to change the subject, I inquired about my psychologist. "So, regarding psychoanalysis. Must they be so mean? I imagined his job was to make me feel good about my changes, but all he seemed to do was insult and belittle them. He made absolutely sure that I felt like... like a... inferior species!" was pretty much the only way I could describe it.

"Yep," she replied, "that sounds like our psychologists. I don't like it either, but you have to understand what is happening to you. You may very well understand it on an intellectual level, but that isn't enough."

She leaned forward, taking both my hands into her own, seeming not bothered by their appearance. Her voice took on a official tone, making sure I paid attention to what she was saying.

"Someone can pass preparation with flying colours, go through the change and be fine for weeks. But then one day they wake up and actually pay attention. They look down at themselves to see an animal, and realize it is there to stay." She lets go of my hands and leans back in her chair. "Something snaps. And the next thing you know; there is 15 tons of anger and fear in a corner demanding that the irreversible be reversed."

She paused for a moment to let the significance sink in, then continued. "It took decades and billions to develop a treatment to fully transform humans into dinosaurs. There is no incentive to justify the same investment for the reverse." She turned to pick up her cup of tea, taking a moment to get a sip before continuing. "It's a one way process, so we have to make sure. You push their buttons on the subject and see how they react, if they get through unscathed; then take them to the next stage."

This brought a concerning question to my mind, so I aired it. "And should they fail after already receiving treatments?"

She held up three fingers, curling one for each stage. "Stage ones like yourself are released back to the public. It can be hard for them, but mild mutagens have been around long enough for there to be understanding amongst the public. Stage two are like heavy mutagen users but they are stuck that way. The public aren't very understanding toward them, and tend to mistake them as being on a powerful mutagen. The government helps with paying their care as being a dependant and vulnerable individual."

I inquired "And stage three?"

She smiles, "Stage three meet the requirements of the contract; and are the property of the company. We take care of them, we just make sure they get a lot of counselling and check up on them often. They are also prescribed medication to keep them calm. They may be a heavyweight nuisance at times, but they are still biological gold mines."

So, I just had to stay sane until at least stage three and I get to stay here. Not that I should be thinking along those lines, but if it came to that; I knew where the finishing line was. At least I knew I had stage one covered, although I had some thoughts; it wasn't something that would freak me out.

I thanked her for sharing the information and ordered a cup of tea for myself. It could be the last time I got to enjoy one.

That evening, after I had enjoyed a few plates of meat and a jug of milk, I returned to the room where I had stayed previously. I was greeted by a staff member, who informed me that I would be moving to a different room tonight for the next stage. They led me down a larger corridor and through equally large doors, where I found a spacious room with a better than king sized bed on the floor. There was no legs under the mattress, presumably because of weight concerns.

"Another drip?" I asked, not too pleased to see it rolled in by the medical team. It looked like this would be a repeat of the previous night, a drip in the arm; and then snooze time. At least this time I didn't have to watch any boring documentary. They simply handed me a remote; and let me sit on the oversized mattress, a distraction from the needle in my arm flooded my body with more mutagen. Before leaving one of the doctors informed me that when someone returned to remove the drip; they would also need my cloths. I would be required to sleep naked tonight, the large blanket would keep me warm.

Naked? Given the scale of my environment and the prevention of wearing clothing, I could only imagine that I'd wake to find quite drastic changing in the morning. It intimidated me a bit, resting at the back of my mind as I watched television. Sure enough someone returned, taking both the drip and my clothing with them. I was left to snuggle under the covers, wandering hands secretly inspecting the previous nights changes by touch alone. I may have enjoyed a private moment with myself, the shuffling of pubic feathers bringing on some stimulation. But the heat had returned, and with that the king size pillow called.

I woke up lying on my belly, the pillow resting under my chin; and the blanket over my back. Seems someone had been tending to me over the night. I blinked a few time, my eyes beheld a sharpness and clarity well beyond what I had come to expect. Though there was something there between them, something I couldn't quite make out. Slowly but surely my mind returned and I remembered what was going on, it was the next day; and changes had taken place. Luckily my memory returned before I took a look, it could have been quite a shock.

Groggily I pressed down against the bed to assist getting up, but my arms felt inefficient in lifting my mass. Additionally, as I tried to sit up, my considerably thicker and stiffer tail resisted the motions. Thinking on the structure of what I was becoming, my arms pressed down enough to enabled my legs to get under me; and with them I rose with ease. Where my arms had weakened, my legs had strengthened considerably.

As I rose the blanket slipped off of my back, ruffling feathers across it as it did so. I stopped before standing completely upright, my posture seeming to have changed. The heavy blanket was still restricting my tail. So I pushed against it and sure enough it sprung free, nearly sending me falling forward as it did so. Thankfully the tail automatically adjust my balance, as unnerving as leaning slightly forward was; the weight of the tail behind prevented me falling over.

Finally I could inspect today's changes. Wherever I looked there was that dark blur between my eyes, so I decided to start by inspecting that first. My arms had decreased in length, but where just long enough to touch my face. I went cross eyed to find feathery clawed hands resting on a reptilian muzzle, coated in bluish feathers. I guessed that was the last of my human face, as the hands explored inside to find rows of sharp teeth and an even longer tongue. The tongue testing the texture of the long talons where my fingers used to be; and the fluffiness of the feathers running down my arms.

Confident that I knew all I could about my dinosaur face, I explored downward. I had to lean back a bit, the more feathered end of my tail resting on the floor behind, to be able able to puff my chest out enough for inspection. My neck seemed longer, which made looking down a bit easier. Brown feathers now coated most of my body, with some blue running down from my neck. Indicating that this wasn't the last night of treatment was two nipple-less lumps on my chest, what was left of my breasts.

There was long; more wing like green feathers sprouting from the sides of my arms, though my scaly yellow feet appeared bare. They looked like proper bird legs now, only three toes on each foot; and a scary big toe. The big toes had massive talons, curved for gripping onto prey. They intimidated me a bit, but I had to remind myself they were mine; and I need not fear them. Closer inspection showed that I still I fact had four toes, one of them had just become smaller and raised higher up the foot; like a dew claw. I seemed to be standing on my toes now, my legs more digitigrade.

So, this was stage two? I certainly got the impression that I resembled that 3D rendering of a Utahraptor, there was just some human structure and traits to work out of my system. This night advanced me considerably towards the final form, compared to how little I had changed in the first night I stayed here.

I allowed myself to rest forward again, my tail raising high; before coming down again to stabilized my balance. I wasn't quite done, but I was probably more dinosaur than human now. There was something both daunting and relieving about that. The loss of human burdens, but now to deal with animal limitations. Limitations now running across my mind as the next step in morning routine made itself known.

I made my way to the bathroom, taking careful and wobbly steps with my new legs, not knowing what to expect. Surely I couldn't be expected to use a normal toilet like this? The tail alone would make it a difficult experience. The door had no handle, so I simply used my body to push it open; and looked inside. It was a fairly flat looking area, a large and unusual toilet like structure embedded in the floor; with a foot peddle near by. I guess I had to squat there to do my business.

Shortly after I found myself looking for cleansing, there didn't appear to be any toilet paper. There was another area with a drain, it appeared I was supposed to step over it and place a foot on another small peddle. After doing so I regretted it, as a high pressure stream of water fired from the floor at my behind. How silly I must have looked. This big feathery lizard jumping up and done making a comical noise, one foot in the air at the time, flapping feathered arms around in a panic.

After I found myself aggressively grabbing hold of a towel and rubbing the moisture from down below. Thankfully my arms were still long enough to do so. If I had taken a moment to look at myself; I may have found humour in the situation. Given that I was actually upset that my feathers were messed up and I set out trying to groom the area for better appearance. It seems that the toiletry facilities were more suited to the scaly variety, not having much concern for the feathered, something that I'd air later on.

On exiting I found myself inspecting the room, as something was different. I knew my eyesight had changed, but it wasn't that. This was answered when a meal lady brought today's breakfast and she appeared somewhat small. Either she was short or I had grown a fair bit. I imagined the latter, as she lifted a bowl of meat onto the table and a pan full of warm milk. I attempted to thank her as she exited, but it came out more like "rawk". Seems I'm going to need some speech therapy to speak with this pushed out face.

Regardless the food was here and I was starving. Instinctively I reached out to grab the knife and fork, but as I did so they simply fell back onto the table. I tried again, putting more attention into it, but the lack of opposable thumbs made them quite fiddly to hold. All I had was three large digits on both hands, and while I could hold the cutlery between them; actually using them was a different matter entirely. Eventually I lost patience, instead resorting to picking the meat out the bowl with both hands; and biting into it with more ease than ever before. Delicious.

Upon returning from the bathroom, after cleaning the meat juices from my hands and milk from my face, I found that my doctor and several others were in the room. Oh dear, another physical inspection. It actually wasn't that bad; as initially he simply wandered around me, given my size he could inspect some areas with more ease. I had grown a fair bit, but since I was hunched over; it was more reflected in surface area than height.

Then the inspection got more personal. My doctor started feeling up one of my legs, testing the joints and muscles. He worked his way up until he was feeling around my thigh, which I felt like protesting; but knew I was supposed to comply with examinations. He then seemed to focus on my spine, moving towards my upper back; and then moving back to follow the length of my tail. While he was doing this my dentist then stepped forward and asked me to open wide. The brave man then stuck his hand into my toothy gob and inspected the teeth. I had to restrain myself from clamping down on the poor man's hands; when I felt that pervy doctor yet again inspecting my privates, lifting my tail and doing 'something' back there.

Thankfully the inspection ended, both wished me a nice day; and left the room. Two doctors remained however, and the next one stepped forward for his turn.

"I take it you have been having some communication problems at this stage" he inquired, as he had a feel of the muscles around my jaw. "Try exaggerating your mouth movements, opening your mouth wider than you normally would".

Eager to regain my ability to speak, I gave it a go.

"Rawk" "Rawking" "Gorking" "Tusking" "Tesking" "Testing! I sud tesking!"

It was surprisingly simple when I got a feel for it. It felt something you would do as a human when exaggerating someone's voice you didn't like, only making sure to open your jaws wider while doing so and being more quick about it. It would take some time to be able to string together sentences while doing it, but at least I had some ability of expressing myself now. I was pleased until I had to stop myself, as I found myself bobbing like Lucy.

The man gave me a smile and asked me to practice, I'd get the hang of it; he assured me.