Spencer looked at the phone set into the cradle of the receiver, and pursed his lips. His initial fear was suppressed by the feeling that somehow the Chad that just called wasn't the Chad who would have beaten him to a pulp yesterday. He hurriedly ate his dinner, and contemplated his next move. It was curious that Chad hadn't phoned one of his jock buddies for help. No, Chad had called Spencer. Well, Spencer did have his clothing. While Chad had sounded angry on the phone their was a deference or subservience in his voice too. Spencer grinned, maybe, just maybe, he still owned cowboy Chad. Maybe Chad hadn't change back completely to human, maybe he still sported an udder or horns or a tail or all three?
"What are you smiling about, Spencer?" asked his mother pointedly.
"Just thinking about my 4H project. I feel it's going to be a success," Spencer said with a smile, "Definitely, going to be a success."
"Did you decide on dairy or beef for your cow?" his father asked.
"Well, I'm testing the dairy aspect now. When the cheese is cultured, I'll know whether I've got a good dairy cow, or a beefer. It'll take a couple weeks, but I really think based on the milk volume, he- er, she will make a good milker."
"Tch, I would have preferred you go with turkeys. Then we could eat the bird for Thanksgiving, and could tell all the relatives that you bred the giant turkey," his mother said with a sigh. Then she added, "If things don't work out with the cow, promise me you'll go with a turkey for your project, Spencer."
Spencer's mouth was full of food, so he just nodded. The image of Chad naked, changing into a turkey that formed in his mind caused him to choke a bit. He'd get a kick out of eating Chad for Thanksgiving, maybe if the cow transformation really didn't hold, he'd have to try the turkey one.