"So this is what's left of the mighty Stallions Quarterback? You're a fucking moo-cow!" said a deep male voice, it sounded familiar.
Chad craned his neck, and mooed.
"Yeah, stud, I'm looking forward to plowing your ass, I already plowed the ass of that thing that stole my scholarship. I didn't buy that thing was Chad, and I said as much. I should've gotten that football scholarship, but you got it. I was thrilled to hear that you were now a cow, but I realize I ain't got a lot of prospects after college, not good enough for the national team, so I volunteered to become a bull for a year. Zeb and Jude promise to change me back, and my buds will make sure they do."
Chad sighed. Zeb had already explained about conservation of mass, the best this asshole could hope for would be to give birth to a straight version of himself - unless he was already gay. Chad shrugged, and hrumphed.
"Oh, don't believe me? I can tell from your reaction you know who I am, right?"
Chad snorted.