Jared was again a bull, but from reactivating the transformation, his body aged; he grew bigger. His transforming did not worry him, nor did he notice his body as being bigger, better developed of bones and muscles. What his mind did take note was of cows, some in season, and he being just as tall, he felt confident he could leap-mount and mate.
Meanwhile, John Killingsworth Jr. drove the service road shortcut from where he left Jared feeling his oats, to drive up as behind the stables, and parked his pickup truck there out of sight. Trying to be careful of not getting seen or worse, caught, he did his best to sneak into the house.
Using some artful dodging of family walking from room to room, he ran up the stairs to the second story level, and entered Jared’s bedroom. John knew right where to look, and opened the top drawer to the bedside table, and there in the front set the silver, ornately engraved belt buckle.
As John stood there in Jared’s room, he heard more voices of people entering the house. He became intensely worried that to try and exit the house, he would get caught. John thought then, and looking at the silver belt buckle, he asked of it, “Magic buckle hear me, I need to become as invisible for thirty minutes of time, to make my way back to my pickup, and then drive to meet Jared before he fucks his way into being a bull, permanently.”
Just as Jared said the buckle worked, it became warm, almost too hot to hold. A strange cold feeling began about his shoes and traversed upward, making John’s body as invisible, but not his clothing.
When he saw he had become almost invisible, John made a quick decision, he stripped naked, tossing his clothes into Jared’s bedroom closet, removing his wallet he carried as if floating in midair. He poked the small silver belt buckle inside his mouth, and then ran. He dashed down the stairs to the main level of the century old farmhouse. John dashed past Jared’s mother preparing the next meal of the day.
Jared’s mom turned when she felt a swoosh breeze from an invisible John Killingsworth streaking past, being naked and invisible.
A fast run to his pickup truck and John started it, as swung a circle to return back the service road, where he drove past Cary, a ranch hand seated on his horse. John waved a friendly hello to Cary, but the invisibility spell had not worn off. What Cary saw was a Killingsworth farm pickup drive speedily past him, with no driver sitting in the driver’s seat.
John saw the surprised facial expression Cary made as the truck few past his locale. John began to laugh as he thought of what Cary might report of having seen. As then John realized he was invisible, but stock naked.
Grumbling to himself about how he would need drive home with Jared and him, both as buck naked, there would be a lot to answer, or worse, rumors of two gay bucks found naked.
“Damn, this whole mess could drive me nuts, or, no that would be worse, John think, how could we get back to the barn without being noticed? Jared would just meander with the herd back to the barn, and just another bull with two hundred cows, who could know? It would be easy if I wished myself to be a bull calf and mingle with the cows back to the barn and then change back to being me, yea, it might work!” John so worried he began talking, but the magical buckle was there, listening.