Derrick felt cowed by this woman's attitude and impatience. What choice did he have after all? Derrick was reluctantly concluding that he had to follow and do what she said to get the reward she promised.
With a heavy sigh he looked around and saw his discarded clothes, the 8 clean stalls he mucked, for the first time with his new height he saw another row filled with junk, he looked down and saw his feet covered in filth and straw, and he looked up and saw this young woman treating him disrespectfully like Bud did, and something snapped.
"No" Derrick said quietly but clearly.
"What was that?" the girl said in disbelief.
"I said no!" Derrick's voice was rising in volume but dropping in timbre. "You're going to find me clothes or at least a towel and bring it back here." Derrick was winding himself up. "And do you know why you are going to do this?" He continued without giving her a chance to respond. Though her mouth was agape and the straw she was chewing on fell out. "Because I am your guest and so far the only hospitality I've seen was when Bud handed me the pitchfork rather than pointing to it, while demanding I do his work! If you refuse me I will..."
"Awl Right!" the girl cut in putting her hands up as a show of her backing off. "Yer right, I'm sorry, I'm... sorry... I saw that you helped Bud out and was trying to get some help myself, but I wasn't kind about it and you ain't some big dumb animal to be bossed around. Let me see what I can find you."
She scurried off like lightning and left Derrick in the midst of his rant without anyone or anything to direct his anger at. He gripped the pitchfork tightly pretending he was wringing Bud's worthless neck. "UGH!" Derrick grunted in rage... after a few seconds he started to calm down but was still angry, and he wanted to use his muscles, mostly for punching but... taking care of the last row of stalls would do.
He challenged himself anew, not only would he clear them all out but he wouldn't hold anything back, he wanted to finish by the time the girl returned. He set to work immediately working out his anger and rage, forgetting that the work was transformative.
Within a few minutes he had the last of the stalls emptied of junk like old tires and random farm tools, and ready was for new hay. He grabbed the fresh straw to make a nice clean bed for the animals not that they could necessarily get to these stalls... and the girl returned just as he had finished the last stall. Derrick looked over and noticed she had found a towel for him.
"YES!" He bellowed startling the girl so much she dropped the towel she brought.
"Y-You actually finished the mucking?" she asked amazed.
"Yeah," Derrick smiled. "I challenged myself to do it before you got back, and I did! Ha-Ha!"
The final stalls were supposed to be the hardest, wearing out the body and packing the most transformative power, Derrick got a little break before it and used his rage and then his own personal challenge to power through it... He now stood 6'5 245 lbs of muscle and unlike the first 8 stalls was actually aged to 21 years old.
He swaggered over to the girl (with his build he really can't help it.) who dropped his towel, its good manners to pick up what a girl drops. That's what his mama taught him. Mom! Mom, that's what his mom taught him.
The girl was just staring at this young, sweaty, sexy, barely clothed, man who was in good spirits despite what he had been though, and she couldn't help but want him. It was easy to ignore the handsome men when they were turning into animals, but Derrick chose the less common path of staying human, but that involves a whole other game to indoctrinate him in.
Derrick reached down and to grab the towel, instinctively the girl puckered her lips and began closing her eyes only to come to her senses before Derrick noticed.
Derrick lifted up the towel and looked the girl directly in the eyes and said, "Thank you for this, and I'm sorry I yelled at you. Its been a long car ride followed by a weird beginning to the vacation. I-," Derrick looked down for a second before re engaging in eye contact with an apologetic face, "I really appreciate you helping me out despite how I treated you."
Staggered by his sincerity she was speechless for a good 5 seconds, "I..." she started without knowing where she was going, She laughed nervously and shook her head. That got her back on mission. She's got a rogue wrangler she's got to corral. "Tells ya what, seeins how you're so kind, and I didn't treat ya as such when wees first met. How's about I let ya inta the employee locker room and see if I can borrow some clothes from the boys. Ya won't want ta go traipsin through your room with muck on yer feet, You'd smell it for the resta yer stay and loose some of your deposit. After that I'll treat ya to a fine ranch style dinner with the boys, all you can eat."
Derrick realized he was absolutely ravenous, she was right about his feet, and he didn't have any other source of clothes. "That sounds wonderful." He said flashing her a smile.
She melted a little, "My name's Pauline by the way, but you can call me Polly"
Derrick introduced himself and offered his hand. Then Polly led the way.