Chad expected that, during the night, Spencer would come, and so he began to wait in the barn for a couple of minutes. His cowbell was firmly tied to his neck and, in that place there was nothing to do unless creating jingles with the bell.
It passed a few hours in which Chad was almost dying from boredom, he could call his friends but he had called Spencer so he couldn't do something different unless stay there waiting for him. Time passed slowly, but then Chad fell asleep ...
He woke up at an indeterminate time of the night and Chad didn't understand the reason of that. He settled in a sheltered corner of the barn and he tried to sleep, but for some reasons, he wasn't able to sleep. "It will be due to the light that comes from outside?" he asked to himself. Although that wasn't a simple light, it was the moonlight.
"No, please, Jesus doesn't let happen what I'm thinking!" he whisphered terribly worried. Chad began to feel his body strange just a couple of minutes later.
He felt again hornier. Chad lay the ground: his whole body was once again undergoing transformation into a dairy cow. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he thought he was looking through rose-colored glasses again, as everything seemed to be red and white. Chad raised his hand to his head. He stared. It was a hoof not a hand.
Chad rolled over looking at his body. A huge udder was hanging from his crotch again. His skin was covered with black and white fur. His hands and feet were hooves another time.
"MOOOOOO!" he exclaimed as he struggled to get up on all fours.
Chad was too focused on his big pink full udder that he didn't notice that Spencer was coming and in that moment he had a good dairy project for him.