“Wellllllllll, good news. I believe I know what is causing that problem.”
“Well that’s great b-but that’s not reassuring e-either!” Emilio stammered, his face getting red. “I want something to fix this problem before it gets worse!”
Beneath his shirt, he could feel the fuzz moving across his shoulders and onto his chest. It made him feel itchy and awkward, especially as he felt his nipples and the area around them grow tingly.
“Well, you see,” the woman weakly explained. “My company was also working on a completely DIFFERENT kind of milk product as well and the samples from that were… stored in the same place you see.”
“…Oh no… I see where this is going.”
Emilio fidgeted nervously in his seat, cream-colored fur poking out of his shirt’s collar. Also, a deeper red filled his face as his chest began to feel stranger. He felt a slight touch of weight come to the area, brushing against the inside of his shirt. Something had sprouted, concealed behind fabric.
“Yeah. Getting straight to the point, that 'milk' is gonna turn you into a cow-girl.”
It felt like the whole world froze over for the young man, his thighs rubbing together as his body twitched and shivered. He could feel more fur growing underneath him now that he knew this was truly happening.
The fur grew further and further down his body, finally crossing his legs and reaching to down his toes. His teeth gritted and his face winced as he felt an awkward pain. It felt as if it his shoes were shrinking and squeezing the life out of his toes. Irritated, he pushed back in his seat and yanked off his footwear.
However, he soon realized the problem wasn’t that his shoes were getting smaller. It was that his toes had grown and merged, much like his hands. Each foot, covered in glossy black fur, had two large hooves sticking out of where his toes should have been.
“Ah man,” Emilio sighed. “I don’t want to be a cow-girl… also, why do I have pink fur? …I’m not turning into some sort of strawberry milk producing cow-girl, am I?”