As the last of it plops out of you, your feet carry you away in an awkward manner.
You don't even realized you're nearer the rest of the cows and smelling like them more that you'd know. A tightness in your sneakers has you already thinking what is happening next. The laces unfurl as a dark, socked, thing grows from your tightening toes. Forced to the balls of your now hooved feet, the bones cracked and realigned, not hurting so much as a soft cram and muscles changed.
"Why'd I put this stupid ring on?" you curse, feeling the gold ring bounce against your lips. "Now I'm gonna be a cow for the rest of my life!"
The realization was one you were just starting to come to grips with, weird as it was. Your hips cracked one last time, shifting your rear to a four legged stature. The breeze on your rear- like that of a young cow in her first heat- makes you flush.
You hear hooves and stomping. The other side of a gate, a large black bull in snorting and looking over at you. He has your scent.
You gulp and you're unsure what to do. Maybe if you can get out of the pen, this will stop, you think desperately, trying to move to the nearest fence. With every awkward step, your leaking teats leaving a trail under you, your fingers start to merge while your nails darken. And thicken.
Your arms start to cramp and seize, lengthening and thickening in a way reminiscent of your back legs. "I gotta, I gotta..." you whimper, "why... why do I wanna be bred?" you ask, the thought now if your head. The gate to the bull was nearer than the exit.