Ched fumbled with the latch to his stall. He had to find some clothing. He had to escape before he turned bovine again. He pushed the heavy door open with his shoulder. He thought about climbing, but his feet were still hooves and not really designed to climb out the way Steve had. Ched was breathing heavily. He could smell the other cows in the stalls. He wondered if they were human or formerly human too. He heard voices to the right down the main aisle between the stalls, so he turned left. He ran awkwardly on his hind hooves. It reminded him of when he had been a kid and tried to walk on his mother's stiletto high heels. He had to grab hold of the stalls on either side a couple times to keep from falling. He rounded the corner of the last stall, and stopped. A heady musky scent hit him like a ton of bricks, he felt weak kneed, and the opening behind his udder seemed to open and gush water. He couldn't understand why he suddenly felt horny. He was sure it wasn't the other cows.