“Eh… not to my knowledge. Well, maybe. Possibly. I mean, who knows what the people in the labs are doing down there?”
The woman threw her arms up and shrugged, which did not remotely satisfy Emilio in any way, shape, or form.
All he could do now was nervously await his bovine fate, feeling fur crawling up his neck slowly. The color of it was black, covering every inch of his throat and underneath his chin, before slowly moving up the sides of his head and underneath his hair. Once it reached the top of his skull, two large bumps began to grow out of the top. They turned bulgier and more protruding until they eventually broke open, revealing two white cow horns.
Underneath his shirt, Emilio could feel his chest heave out again. His top stretched slightly, showing the first instance of his new, developing mounds. He glanced down, seeing their visible outlines in his clothing, and he blushed again.
“I… I don’t want to be a cow-girl!” Emilio stated again, his voice growing lighter and higher pitched. “There… there’s gotta be something you can do!”