Welcome to the farm is story where Baxter an edgy college student is brought to a weird farm and turned into an anthropomorphic sheep.

The doctor asks Baxter questions and suggests ideas while he's too intoxicated to properly fight against the collars effects.

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Doc: "Now let's look at the list of issues here."
"...."
He stared at his notes like someone who just saw their medical bills or got their receipt at a fancy restaurant.

"Ughh this is going to take a while." The doctor groaned.


Doc: "Now Baxter why do you care about losing fingers."

Baxter: "Losing...Them...Is scary..." I said the words becoming drowsily slurred together.

Doc: "Why would you worry about losing them when the other sheep lost theirs? Aren't good sheep supposed to follow their flock, Don't you want to be like the others."

Baxter: "Baaaa, Cause…”
“I dunno… How to use em… No more..." I muttered.

Doc: "Can't you relearn?"
Baxter: "Will I baa abaa… To spend more time with raaandy? When relearning?"
I drunkenly babbled.

Randy: "I'd love to teach ya… How to fingers… Again…” He said pausing like the wifi of his brain was being provided by a potato battery.

Baxter: “That's good, then..."

Doc: "Baxter why do you care about your face being different than before."

Baxter: "Losing… Yer… Face… Is… Baaaaad..." I said with a dramatically sad tone undercut by my intoxicated speech.

Randy: "Ya still have a face silly… If ya lost yer face then thered baaa blaaad everwhere..."
He babbled, sounding barely intelligible.

Doc: "Why?"

Baxter: "Baaacause… You are yer face… Our faces is the most different thing abaaa us… baasides our voices..."

I knew that people usually have their identity very strongly tied to their face, Having an unrecognizable face severs this tie.

Doc: "Us being?" Baxter: "Humans..."

Doc: "But you aren't one anymore, And isn't your face still different from the others? So it's not that you don't have your identity anymore, It's more like you got a new, better one."



Baxter: "My new face is?? Baaa, ter?" I asked full of confusion.

Doc: "It sure is!" The doctor encouraged.
Randy: "It's cuter and fluffier than the old… Human face..." Randy continued, instinctively trying to re-enforce the doctor's point.

Randy nuzzled his face up to mine, I nuzzled his back.

He petted my wooly head.
Doc: "Isn't this soft fluffy cuddly wool so much better than your old hair?" The doctor prompted cheerfully.
Baxter: "yea..." I thoughtlessly mumbled.

He stroked my black shiny horns.
Doc: "Don't you like yourself more with these new shiny horns?"
Baxter: "Heheheh yea..." I drunkenly giggled.

He scratched underneath the chin of my snout.
Doc: "Don't you like your long fluffy snout more than your old human mouth and nose?"

Baxter: "I dunno..."
"I got used my old face..." I trailed off attempting to think about what I felt.
"Baaa this one isn't baaad… Just… Different..." I said, being too intoxicated to realize that I was simply parroting the doctor's own words back at him.

Doc: "Don't you think your new face is better than the old one?"

Baxter: "Yea, I guess… I guess I do..." I said, the doctor's words beginning to truly sink into my mind.
Randy: "Baa, both are good though… The new one’s just, gooder..."

Randy kissed me on the cheek.


Doc: "Baxter why do you care so much about whether a thought comes from you, Or from the collar."

Baxter: "I don't like to baaa… To baaa tricked..." I said thinking back to the countless manipulation attempts from him.

Doc: "You see the collars as a form of deception?"
Baxter: "Baaacause they are." I said annoyed that I had to explain something so obvious.


Doc: "Well I see them as more of a form of guidance."

Baxter: "I don't like… Micro..."
"Microman..."
"I don't like… Micromagent… Either..." I was annoyed with his insistence.

Doc: "Maybe you should see the collar's input as less of something over riding your thoughts and instead something to...Complement them."

Baxter: "How???" I said curiously.

Doc: "The collar can give you suggestions on what to do. Unlike the commands I give, the collar's suggestions don't have to be followed. Perhaps you could have more fun if you gave into the collars suggestions, Making you enjoy being a sheep more was the intended purpose after all."

Baxter: "So you're saying? Trying listen to the collar? Might baaa, more fun?"
Doc: "Exactly!"