Bob’s Unbelievable Adventure That Led Him Straight into Henhood

As he tried to reconcile his human memories with his new feathery form, Bob took a tentative step forward. It wasn’t long before he attracted the attention of a rather confident and rather smug rooster who strutted into view, his chest puffed out in pride.

“Well, well, look who’s new in the coop!” the rooster crowed with a mix of amusement and superiority. “How’s it going, hen?”

Bob, still disoriented by his transformation, attempted to respond. His voice—now more of a series of clucks and squawks—managed to convey his confusion. “Not bad, but I’ve got this weird pressure inside me. I feel like I’m about to burst!” he clucked, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

The rooster, unfazed by Bob’s unusual declaration, let out a hearty chuckle. “Ah, you’re ovulating! Don’t tell me you’ve never laid an egg before!” he crowed, his tone both teasing and instructional.

Bob, still coming to grips with the fact that he was now a chicken capable of laying eggs, shook his head as best he could. The thought that he had somehow lost his human identity—and now possessed a reproductive system he had no knowledge of—was too much to process. Nevertheless, the rooster’s words sparked a sliver of hope. Perhaps, by embracing his new nature, Bob could find a way to navigate this peculiar existence.

“Just relax and let nature take its course,” the rooster advised, his voice a blend of amusement and genuine guidance. The simplicity of the instruction contrasted sharply with the surreal complexity of Bob’s situation.