As the farmer and his wife are about to remove you from the room, you yell, "No!" and knock down the farmer with your hoof. You snort at the farmer's wife. "Guards!" you yell. Two guards enter the room. They wonder where your voice is coming from. "Over here!" you yell. They see that it came from your direction. "I'm the cow!" you tell them. The guards are puzzled. "Your highness?" one of them asks in awe. "Yes!" you shout. "Take those two away!" you raise a hoof and point at the farmer and his wife. The guards remove them from the castle.
After a few hours you get used to your cow form. You discover you do not need milked, which you figure is a result of the spell you used on yourself. You have one of your subjects build you a special throne suited for your new form. The new throne is kind of like a couch. You lay in your new throne, prepared to rule as a cow goddess.
As an experiment, you decide to get milked. One of your subjects pulls on your teats, making milk jet out in a stream. For fun, you drink the milk. You love the sensation of being milked, so much that you appoint a royal masseuse. This masseuse, however, massages and kneads your bloated udder. You think you'll actually like your new form.