Things are not going at all well for the humans in the Battle for The Planet of The Apes.

The Statue of Liberty was blown up long ago. Earth's few remaining free Homo Sapiens are confined to a half-dozen widely scattered outposts, which are rapidly running out of food, clean water and ammunition.

The only defectors the apes are willing to accept at this point are human females who are ready to give up all outward signs of humanity. This means no pretty hairstyles or long eyelashes or lipstick, and they must of course reject the entire concept of clothing. They are willing to make an exception for jewelry, as that can be removed, and, besides, the cisspecies ape females are going in big for it too.

Tammy, now Ook-ook-eek-eek-ahk-ahk, goes along, figuring that walking on her knuckles and serving in Emperor Okk-okk-ooh-ooh's harem for the rest of her life beats being put to death, slaving on a banana planation, or being displayed naked for the apes' entertainment in the squalid primate habitat of a old zoo. As she stares in wonder at her new form, she begins to feel the urge to jump up and down screeching while flinging her feces around. She's getting the feel of it, and every day she spends as a gorilla will seem more and more natural and right.

Hot damn, she thinks. This is the smartest decision I ever made. SCREEEECH!